Lyrics:
B prints in my way
Bitch, I rode the Red Sea through my biblical days
No roof, snow boots, and that Persian (?)
Perving the 80's, you ain't never
nigga, nigga
I'm that nigga
I woke up in Chris Brown's body (oh yeah)
Somehow this shit turned into Freaky Friday
But we got no choice but to turn
No fake love just give me my respect bitch you dub I stand on a hunnit you ain’t Chris brown you ain’t never gon run it if I want it right now imma get
Great Scott (woo)
Ladies
I'm gon' need you all to back away from the door (woo)
We are trying to make way for Chris Brown
Ladies
You are not
Great Scott (woo)
Ladies
I'm gon' need you all to back away from the door (woo)
We are trying to make way for Chris Brown
Ladies
You are not
up, wait little daddy
Think that's the way to get at me?
There ain't no need to go on and on
[Chris Brown:]
What do you mean I'm going
up, wait little daddy
Think that's the way to get at me?
There ain't no need to go on and on
[Chris Brown:]
What do you mean I'm going
Got me interested
Can't wait to taste you
Girl you a ten
Ain't no way
I can replace
A
Queen
That body banging
Approach with caution
It's dangerous
up in Chris Brown’s body (oh yeah)
Somehow this shit turned into Freaky Friday
But we got no choice but
To turn this bitch sideways
(Oh yeah, oh yeah)
Let me tell you 'bout this girl, maybe I shouldn't
I met her in Philly and her name was brown sugar
See, we be making love constantly
That's why
Let me tell you 'bout this girl, maybe I shouldn't
I met her in Philly and her name was brown sugar
See, we be making love constantly
That's why
of appreciation
For me helping niggas than the
Pleasure is all mine, you're welcome nigga
Now you from Queens right?
So why you ain't stay over there
And get it
On the first day of Chri-biip-mas my true love said to me?
Jimmy, are you listening?
What?
You can't say Chri-biip-mas.
Why not?
You can say biiiip
(new, yes, yes)
Chris Brown (Chris Brown)
Spit flame (Chris, Chris, Chris Brown)
And me, stick around (yes sir)
Ya boy, Chris Brown
Ma, have you
(new, yes, yes)
Chris Brown (Chris Brown)
Spit flame (Chris, Chris, Chris Brown)
And me, stick around (yes sir)
Ya boy, Chris Brown
Ma, have you
Haven't you heard guys? You can't say Chri-biip-mas you gotta say Holiday
I can't say Chri-biip-mas?
No you might offend somebody.
Who is offended by
Ain't no thing what you doin fo' sho'
Girl the way you wearin' dem jeans is turning me on
Your the hottest thing that's in these streets
So baby
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
on the floor (Ayy)
Got me gone, ain't no coming back
Make your body go slam, ayy
Oh girl, make your body go, slam, ayy
(Oh, oh)
Girl, I love how you doing that
Aye
Chris Brown the way that I run it
Chris Brown the way that I run it
Chris Brown the way that I run it
Chris Brown the way that I run it
Chris
bitch aint even loyal
Chris Brown got me with it man these hoes aint loyal
I'll take your hoe that bitch aint even loyal
I'll take your hoe that bitch
backstage with no fake MCs
Some leave the room, wanna chat about me MCs
Nah, dead that, diss me, won't like when I send back
There's way too many bars in
needs company
But the love we share
You can’t compete
He’s my pick
I’m his wifey
Chorus:
Pretty brown, brown driving me wild
He likes to hold on to my
ain't gotta worry I won't play no games
Baby tonight, yeah
So don't front you know you wanna stay
It's all fun, yeah yeah, so baby come and play
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