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single for a year
I ain't crying no more tears
Leaving Seguin in the rear
Look at me now, I'm not Chris Brown
Cause I'm making hits, the kind that makes my

at the beach and I ain't talkin' Chris Brown. Oh wait, look, it's Chris Brown
Just playin', never seen him, but I'm sure he gets round. Showin' love to Sac-Town,

Family Reunion

Portishead

Ill Poetic Presents: Mood Muzik's Third

2008

think I need to sit in ya chair
We could really get physical here and the sky's the limit nigga
I'll put the whole clique in the air baby
So quit

Respect Power

Raekwon

Whiteboys

1999

down for ours
Coast five million niggaz, sky like twin towers
Cowards, you gonna learn to respect power
We burn by the hour, one burst the Remmy got

Family Reunion

Hitchcock

Mood Muzik, Vol. 3: The Album

2008

think I need to sit in ya chair
We could really get physical here and the sky's the limit nigga
I'll put the whole clique in the air baby
So quit

name
I'll make 'em realise
Big dreams before the pen hit a page before I hit a stage
Just youths running free years beyond our age
Chris, Young Roche,

again
I was nineteen with my friends, yeah

Before Chris Brown punched chicks in the face
In my town, at a party at Yvette's place
I was nineteen, which

brown way I get it popping
Like they falling from the sky way these Niggas dropping
If I a catch him by surprise you can say I dropped in
If you really

but a Creator's gifted hands
As in, I hear heaven when I think of you
It sounds like that Chris Brown song we sang as kids
As if we knew the magnitude

brown chuck  my deuces
I see sunshine with sky's so blue 
Never rain and stormy weather and it feels so true 
I wanna keep it this way between me and you

What You Lookin' For

Tear Da Club Up Thugs

Crazyndalazdayz [Clean]

1998

phone, just got paged by a curly curly
Hit me on my horn three times if you want the crack
But fool don't be paging me no more for no credit sack
Sipping

I'm Chris Brown
Man, this shit can get wicked, don't play around
You know them percs got him itching, he keep on shaking

He twisting, ain't got no time

lost it all
She tried to put her hands on me
Then I said Siri play Chris brown
I told her baby you like Rihanna
You bad but please put your hands down

bee on the scene
Call me Chris Brown if she a RiRi just mean she’s a knock out
With some double d’s or her knees out
Lord knows if she sneeze for no

said and done
Tag me in like we playing games in primary school
Just like Chris Brown, I'm a light skinned guy who's making moves
I'm beating all these

forgeddaboudit
I wrote the book fam you just read about it
All eyes on me when I step out fresh outfit
New chain, gimme that, like the Chris brown hit
I'm on real

dutiful and suitable she biting at her cuticle
Shit too easy dance to this track
Turn Chris Breezy went through the window
I’m good with the three piece

skip town
What else can I say these methods been round
Caught you with the yay must think you Chris Brown
Caught you with Kanye you out in Tinseltown

crickets
I'm like Chris Brown I ain't tryna play with it
I hit your girl in the car and got away with it
Rappers talk "real shit" how can you be sure
You'll

just because yo

Emoji with the heart eyes, thats hiw i look at you 
Shawty is a knockout like I threw a right hook at you
But I ain no Ray Rice, Chris

Cellar dwelling alien
Bunnin' on the sticky icky
Rappelling off the rooftop to storm the committee
Sickly, getting frisky with your chicky
Chris

busting rhymes
To investing in niggas selling dimes
On some chris brown shit
Beating instrumentals like rihanna
Jada kiss laugh im gon kiss it better
Is

like its Chris Brown 
If he ain't gang I ain't giving dog the get down 
I had to work I had to focus had to sit down 
they left me stranded in a dark but

Chris brown I take you down 
You all up in my head 
You just up in my bed 
Now baby what you doing 
Can we keep it grooving 
Snap your fingers and let’s