Lyrics:
It's real, yo but still, yo, it's love here
And it's felt by anybody that come here
Out of towners take the train, plane and bus here
Must be
make out with Foxy Brown
It's Monday night, so shit raw for now
(Uh, huh)
I close it up, yeah, I lock it down (Down)
Smokin' blunts 'til I'm Gangnam
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,
run in yo' shop and take pies
Purpose of my son, raise him to do the same
Clip blazin' it through your brains
Strip, use it 'til it's burned out
thats a fact.
Do my words make you frown?
This track gonna punch your ego out like Chris Brown
If I were you, I’d get out of this town
There ain’t no more
im the bad guy
The Real Dyl baby, gotta ball til I fall
Many wanna get with it, Chris Brown they wall to wall
You want some more? Bitch you gotta get
and watch me spin again
Karma come around start to spinning like a ceiling fan
And since you say you got the crown
Nigga run it like Chris Brown
I'm done
and they tits firm
I take all the dough my chicks earn
I watched Corleone do it, now it's Chris turn
A "hoodlum" like Fishburne
Act illy, get smacked
of lipstick
Got a shoppin' list for you to run some odds and ends with
It's not a bitch on this earth I can be monogamous with
She's non-existent
Robin
track
Cause they pumpin' like crack
Cause it's funk in the back
Cause the trunk gettin' track
Jump off, run back
Come back, cause they like that raw
stuttering like Busta Rhymes on crack
On that Chris Brown track before he slapped Rihannas ass
Laying inside my room I feel philosophical
Time slipping right
And ironically, when you do it that way
More people end up saved
I paved my way by scrapin' it
You ain't never seen a nigga
Like me, if you did
I guarantee they was
soul i've fostered
Hit this bowl like Chris brown popped her
Sit back down, your bitch ass don't matter
It, don't matter, can capture status like
Jordan's
Yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh
And my name is Chris o Gorman
Took a detour hiding from the squad car
Avoiding the law like Pablo Escobar
Tryna track us
Put that in my comic
Swerving through the cosmic
I've been going crazy Chris Brown perfect timing
Indiana vibing
Flying to the islands
Insta I won't
it gone be
Trick or treat
Huh... break it down
Darkskin Chris brown ima bout to take you down
She my queen I just replaced a ring for a crown
Pretty
had to glass case her
She out of this world
Yeah she outta space em
We run up this cash
Go home and lay up
Fuck to Chris Brown
Go pro make a video
Love
brown and shining
If you keep this up we won't get through the track
Now I'm talking slick come on slide to the back
We going
{Hook}
One by one
Too late
Doing the trap like am two Chains like am Chris Brown I gat New flame I went to the bank And I changed the game you get It
Said I went to the bank and I
rest is on my born day
Bust it, sometimes I sit back and just reflect
Watch the world go by and my thought connect
I think about the time past
420 blazin'
My girl on her knees I don't think that she's prayin'
Beat the pussy up like Chris Brown's wife
Imma slit his fuckin' throat with a knife
I
it
Listen kid yo, you was born to be a pawn but I'm a bishop
Back to the novel, you Son, it's logical
How you figure god, what, flow on the track
run in yo' shop and take pies
Purpose of my son, raise him to do the same
Clip blazin' it through your brains
Strip, use it 'til it's burned out
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