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Me, Chris, and like a bunch of other friends were playing Fortnite
And dude this guy just would not stay with us bro
He just kept running off
After I
[Chris Brown]
Sex you down
We can do it all over the house
And say we dance for what we came on the couch
[Rich Girl]
It's on the counters in
can't control (what)
Problem
That Ambien in my ink pen
Move the brown squares like Wheat Thins
Y'all five days and a weekend
Stay smokin' on that
offended by Chri-biip-mas?
You know you might offend the biiiip and the biiiip and the atheists.
What?
Time to politically correct.
I'll lead this off
you wanna lead us off?
Yeah, I got one.
Oh Chri-biip-mas tree oh Chri-biip-mas tree how lovely are thou branched
Why am I getting blipped again?
the flame
Ready to send yall ass off down the drain
Bish its Mr. Killa Winston came thru wit tha bang
Shut it all down i curtained you right by the reign
Its
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
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
Everybody hates Chris, c'mon all together
Everybody hates Chris, c'mon all together
Everybody hates Chris, say it together
Yall ain't never seen
there by the name of William Brown.
I served my master faithfully for seven long years or more
Till I shipped aboard The Ocean Queen belonging to Tramore.
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
a different profession look at me
I’m always progressing
Feel like progressive since I flow
Got off my ass because I’m wanted more
Bitch
I ain’t Chris brown but
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
feeling like I'm Chris, Chris
This shit really got me feeling like Chris
With no Brown it
Got me asking questions like this
What's wrong with me?
Even
[Ludacris (Chris Brown)]
Luda!(yep)
S.g.!
Chris breezy (it's me)
[Chorus]
I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know
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
Chris Brown:
I'm a beast I'm a Blank monster Hollywood livin good need to conquer, love the money love the fame but you know I need it all, Extend
Nasty freaky unbelieveable
Bout to take you down no Chris Brown see the freak in you
Nasty freaky unbelieveable
Bout to take you down no Chris Brown
[Ludacris (Chris Brown)]
Luda!(yep)
S.g.!
Chris breezy (it's me)
[Chorus]
I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know
Baby let me take you down, No Chris Brown or Ray J
Babe all I'm asking is for a chance to make your mind go crazy
Babe let's make a toast for you and me,
moves like Chris Brown
Girls dropping down their eagle twerking all around
Big smiles everyday since we up now
Took a long time coming but we here now
Yo
a cloth
And washed all the barstools
And tabletops off
He saw Bareknuckle Chris laying unconscious
And walked up and said "Time to go home
Boy!"
See
wit ya boi Bow Wow
And dat boi Chris Brown
All I wanna do is see you take it to the ground
Bring it up slow
Twerk dat thing like dem girls in da
want it quick
No need for toxicness only makes me spit
I want that good love that rolls right off the lip
I need some brown
Some brown sugar
A little
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