Lyrics:
Chris Brown shit lemme take it down
Yeah Ha
You could be my new girl
Once I got through I'mma need a new girl
All my old girls gotta be cool with my
Chris Brown shit lemme take it down
Yeah Ha
You could be my new girl
Once I got through I'mma need a new girl
All my old girls gotta be cool with my
the ride
This Christmas
I ain't got no wishlist
I got you by my side
Love that shines so bright
Started with a look
His brown eyes
Didn't know he had me
by in a thrill
Tell the clock to stop, pray the moon would stand still
This Christmas
I don't want it to end
Mariah Carey and Nat King Cole
All over
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
the hood
So meet me by the menorah lets get drunk [x2]
J J J Just a little story about last Christmas
About some bad kids who were full of wishes
We gave
bitch
Kick down boy, choppa make you sing like Chris Brown boy
Cowboy, make you hit the motherfuckin' ground boy
Sound boy, make you hear this
honey
Bitch it's la b he ran up and I stung em
Bitch it's la b and these bitches b bugging
My gift is to wrap, like Christmas and mummies
This shit a rap,
Hello, hello
Today we'll be doing a reading of
The Gift of the Magi, which was published by O. Henry
In the December of 1905
The Gift of the Magi
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
"Hey, Mr Brown, what's up, what's up?!?"
And he'll, you know, he'll calm right down
Says "Oh Dot, I just, I got out of bed the wrong side this morning, I
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
being broke is my rival
I want my money to tower, like Eiffel
I want my diamonds to dance, just like Michael
A dynamic duo, like Chris Brown and Tyga
All
Merry Christmas
I read my life in an old torn paperback
I drink my beer from a brown paper bag
I walk the streets
Of this lonely city
dress, birthday dress)
Look
Girl you fine
I'd be lyin'
If I said I wasn't tryna strip you down
Can we get away? Lemme take you 'round
On my Chris Brown
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
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
It’s Christmas in St. Louis,
Christmas in St. Louis
There’s Christmas lights on the Arch,
There’ll be snow on the ground until March
From
hung
By the chimney with care
Blinking too fast now
In the cold winter air
It's coming around
coming around
Christmas time is here
It's coming around,
Presents sealed with a shiny bow
Turkey roasting golden brown
While far away a King is crowned
Christmas night
This Christmas night
Glowing hearts sparkle in
Say man
Ayy, whutchu get man, when you got Bow Wow
Chris Brown and your boy Omarion on one song
Man? Woo! (Oh, oh, haha)
We on the track, man
Yeah,
to the pyramids
Cause a nigga built too different
Built this shit brick by brick
Going too big never ever been on some little shit
Drinking some brown, not Chris
Yeah
This stage ain't for beginners but I was there once
Yeah, Yo, Uh
Nah it ain't Christmas but that lady let me deck the halls
Cramping in that
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