Lyrics:
band
San Diego got cancelled 'cause it's way too hot
1OAK with Chris Brown the night Suge got shot
Locked me up at the show, nigga, that's on my mama
at war
Mama want me baptized
Swimmin' in the blood shore
Shut down schools to open
Guns and drug stores
Seems like the floor gotta flourish
When I'm
wanna be like Chris Brown
Fuck nigga I don't do no dance
I'm all about the money
Fuck you think clout chasing ass niggas they lame
Fuck I'm bout to ball
wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king (king)
[Verse 1: Jay-Z (Chris Martin)]
Inspired by
What's up Big Chris?
Goin' to the store to get the papers.
Got ya, a little love on this one here.
Huh! Word on. Word on.
Commercial rap
auto tune
That’s the truth, you can’t hide Brown fuck you
You know my name, I know you scared of me bro
Chris, I’m challenging you for a battle with me
her what she need
I give her what she like
And then by the end of the night, I'm say-ing it's them
Sweet lips, her brown eyes kill me
The way she flip
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
last (I swear)
I was born empty-handed but a nigga know I had to get a bag (know it)
I was raised by my mama so a nigga never really had a dad (never)
got it
(brothers and sisters)
Verse One: Booty Brown
Ya mom is so fat (how fat is she?)
Ya mama is so big and fat that she can get busy
with twenty-two
on the Instagram
Snapchat, what's the matter with you
You're texting dudes up in your 30s
trying to get a new clit
Bestie, you get paid by the hour
Time to cut up
onions in the kitchen
Sunday morning my best shirt
Crock-pot's on for dinner after church
Dad was baptized by Lynchburg
Mama'd always beg him to come
in a brown bottle
(Ooooh, ba-ba, ba-ba-dahhhhh)
Hennessy (Hennessy) hahaha, yeah
They wanna knows my role model, it's in a brown bottle
(Ooooh,
Chris Brown moves
I'm just doin my thangs 아직까지 기억해
듣곤 했던 rap songs now they call it boom bap
Wu-tang, gang starr, biggie and pac
새로 태어났지 I was like
Tell my team yea you know who you're about
That's me zay mikey brown and chris P so please believe
N*** out here don't show no love
Made it from
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
[Man:]
Ladies I'm gonna need you all to back away from the
door we are trying to make way for Chris Brown
Ladies you are not listening I need you all
a worry on his mind
When out slithers a black snake
Just after quarter time
Daddy's been bitten by a tiger snake
Mama's been bitten by a brown
Sister's
the desert?
Wild, wild west hurt to the dirt
Anti-immigration against brown skin
Sounds like Brownshirts
Silenced by so called legal violence
Somebody had
Blow the whistle, baby you're the referee
You put it down like New York City, I never sleep
Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy (Chris Brown)
Hotter
you need
Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain
You heard it here first, Nappy Boy Radio (what them boys gonna do for me?)
We love you (ah)
Hey, she want
boy think he tuff he got a stick now
Chopper make him dance like that boy chris brown
2 sticks boutta hit me a lick now
Plug on the phone i need my shit
Backstreet Boys
De la Chris Brown a luat Velea
Și Nosfe ia de la Migos
Aaaa! Check it, Check it!
Mă-ntreb cum o s-arate tatuajele mele
Când am să mor
Dacă o
you need
Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain
You heard it here first, Nappy Boy Radio (what them boys gonna do for me?)
We love you (ah)
Hey, she want
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