Lyrics:
to lie
Whities like to do it worse than anybody around
I am not no racist just an observer of life
You could take me down
But you aint chris brown
You cant
could take me down
But you aint chris brown
You cant take me down
Bish you aint chris brown
You cant take me down
Bish you aint chris brown
You cant
WY Records (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Presenta
Chris Brown (yeah, yeah, yeah)
T-Pain
W, Yandel
Sh-sh-tah
Hay algo que me gusta de ti (baby)
Y ese algo
to me said her name is Judy
I fuck with Chris Brown but I wanna fuck on Karrueche
I can't fuck with her no more 'cause she got all them mood swings
like gina
Chris brown i cant beef with him cuz he a singer
Yeah that boy a bitch i could just tell by his demeanor
Cuh come and wipe a nigga out like he
up, you should call me Chris Brown
He was dissing on my cuddy till we caught him by the bounds
Caught a plug, tap in, so we get it by the pounds
Try
womp, wo-womp, womp wo-womp, wo-womp
(Chris Brown is in the building)
The young boy just turned sixteen and I got (uh)
Six fours and hot bikes that I
I'm rocking the stage
Like my guy Chris Brown
Let's go turn up the music
We're still out after midnight
Baby what are we doing
Thinking of all type
afrika ey
Everybody gazing as she walks in
We all went hush, nobody talking
Beauty Lil mama with a brown skin
Killer smile, curvy legs, smaller eyes,
me Chris Brown by how ima do her
Failing a rap I think I need a tutor
Said I make her mad but I'm rooting her tooter
I get me some head but I ain't
prolly say that I'm trippin'
Throw the left hand, you duck that one
This right bitch won't miss you
Beat a bitch like Chris Brown, go back to jail, no
clear and loud
Brown baby brown baby brown baby
As years go by I want you to go with your head up high
I want you to live by the justice code
And I
clear and loud
Brown baby brown baby brown baby
As years go by I want you to go with your head up high
I want you to live by the justice code
And I
WY Records
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Presenta
Chris Brown
(Yeah yeah, yeah)
T-Pain
W Yandel
¡Ta!
There's something about you that I like
Something
And the lie they told us old
They base it on your race
They separate: you black, you brown
You yellow and white face
Then we further separate by
Joining gangs
selling tickets to a pity party
Now I'm holding my bankroll
Thick as queso
Got a real queen, she by my side, fuck these fake hoes
Me and Chris Waters got
rikwo ego nunu
oh my mommy fine na (Finer)
She sweet by sugar
Me I just dey wonder
Cuz I'm going higher (x2)
Emmastrings (verse 3)
Mama. My
Stoners gimme the crown
Camera I just look down
They didn't see me around
Laughing sing and I'm dancing like Chris Brown
Ha.a ha.a never in my classes I
We had the first family, see and Mr. Chris Brown
My niggas DJ and Leroy was puttin' shit down
My DJ burns vocals, Ski-Daddy and Big Midge
J.B.
the headlines
Blue niggas by the church, sinning through the hurt,kids doing fed time
Chris Brown, ain't here for the guidance, every two minutes more sirens
spit and you can put it by my ribs
Told lil mama I'm a bull tryna get paid in full like I'm money making Mitch
You don't want no smoke two poles when we
like this now
I know she feeling like she missed out
She so loyal she singing my song like I'm Chris Brown
Sum good 'bout her skin
Yea she glowin'
She be
Bitch
I ain’t Chris brown but ima run it
S-O da business man I’m cunning
Step ona scene you know I’m stunting
If I see a goal ima punt it
Yeah I love
and dad but can't hear you
Coz you just whisper
Hold you hostage
Make you dance
Till you feel like Chris Brown
You know I'm a freak
Step by step I take I
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