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By the ocean rolling seaweed
Eyes red like my glasses 3D
Made a movie wasn't PG
She want brown boy like she Gigi
Now she doesn't wanna see me
I got

Ruth's Chris steak is on your plate
Ride with me why would you wait
This a tsunami not a wave
It always feels like its the Spring
By the way I make it rain

I drip harder than a lake
U didn't see this by mistake
They call me Chris
Cuz I'm ruthless but together we the steak yuh
Can't hit the breaks
Nah nah

you down no Chris Brown (Wanna take you down) 
Show you something you never seen before (Ayeee)
Have you ever been to Pluto (Have you ever)
Where you're

I'm Chris Brown (woof)
Bitch I sip brown (woof) cus that clear liquor fuck up my intestines (uh)
Tryna win this money like I'm a contestant, yea

up and ahead of the curb man
MF pull up in the shit just got served man
Look like Chris Brown when I just left town
MF on that Whitney Houston that MF

me uhhh 
Bout like 6 thou 
Got her lit now 
I need it now 
Take a trip down 
Lets skip town 
While i uh
Bust my wrist down 
Dance like Chris brown

a movie
It's a gangbang going on with ratchet groupies
Heard the monster coming closer, I hid in the trap
Chris Smoove, somebody give em' a map
I'm tired,

you identify me?
It's funny how you got these lil' fufu, four plaque, lil' ju-ju niggas talkin' Zulu
I coulda made the shooters make a movie like it's

Jackson, thriller
You say, "don't nobody keep it realer"
Real one, I homicide the vision
Say her name, they gon' get the business
Chris Brown, playing

Liquor and Dat Bud

Three 6 Mafia

Underground, Vol. 2: Club Memphis

1999

gotta get fucked up
I gotta get my dick sucked
So I won't have bad luck
Yo my nigga pass me the tops
And open up the brown bag
That's sittin on the crops,

From nothin' to everything that I asked for
From food stamps to stamps on the passport
Brown bag full of cash in the dash
Hit the gas, get

petty like that
Ya Ya 
Him tek’ me like that 
 
Credits:

Produced by: Chris “Flict” Aparri 
Mixed by: Chris “Flict” Aparri
Master by: Damien Lewis

know I'm the coldest
Gotta nigga moving like Chris Brown
Gotta nigga moving like Michael Jackson
Gotta nigga moving like Usher Raymond
Y'all know what

You know how to find it, just follow the sirens
We don't have time for the drama or violence
Even ya mama's invited
I'll stick with the Crown, no brown

Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by

(chocolat)
Movie deals, I get a lot (I get a lot)
Yeah, 'cause I'm a brown-skinned girl
These melanin chicks 'bout to run the whole world

(Uh) that's

to Chris Brown

(I don't wanna fall in love)
I don't want to fall in love
(I Just wanna have some fun yeah)
(I don't wanna fall in love)
I don't want to fall

like drink can
Popular big man like king don
Hustla big bands like Chris Brown
Many gyal switch one, not dis gyal finsha
Touch man like Christian regular

gunning that
They wanna no who bumping that
Hot wire a car we jumping that
I don't give a fuck about none of that

Been around since Chris Brown was running

a lost cause
Had to switch it up like a criss cross
And I dance around like I'm Chris brown
But I put in work like I'm Chris bosh

Whipping in the kitchen,

a lost cause
Had to switch it up like a criss cross
And I dance around like I'm Chris brown
But I put in work like I'm Chris bosh
Whipping in the kitchen,

triggered
Guess that's just the come up
Too much heat chris brown and gunna
I'm feeling on top, but they want me under
Run up on me
I got plenty guys
They

a hit like Chris Brown

Hey

Music is a time machine 

If you know, you know

Hey

Margaritas 

Mamacitas

Hey

I been in the Dark Aether and I beat it