Lyrics:
Yeah I said Michael out of the game now
Yeah I said Prince out of the fam now
Yeah I said MJ not God of Pop now
Yeah I said Chris auto tune dog oh
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
like Chris Brown
Hey
Music is a time machine
If you know, you know
Hey
Margaritas
Mamacitas
Hey
I been in the Dark Aether and I beat it
Hey
Brown skin lady, hey hey
Yes
Where you goin'
This goes to the brown skin ladies
Brown skin lady
Yo, indigenous women of the planet earth
What
you need
Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain
You heard it here first, Nappy Boy Radio (what them boys gonna do for me?)
We love you (ah)
Hey, she want
you need
Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain
You heard it here first, Nappy Boy Radio (what them boys gonna do for me?)
We love you (ah)
Hey, she want
Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy
Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy
I be loved by ladies, I'm the brown Chris Brown
Matter fact, call me The Brown Breezy who's
Just in case you forgot
We go by The Runners (hold up)
Chris Brown
This what we do
We do this
I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money
God knows why why why why why
Oh, they call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
Throw me the finger in the air, let me see where you're at
And say hey
it but, baby, don't stop it (nah)
We can do it like Chris Brown, girl, and get it poppin'
Man I'm a pro (yep), look I'm far from a rookie (that's
it but, baby, don't stop it (nah)
We can do it like Chris Brown, girl, and get it poppin'
Man I'm a pro (yep), look I'm far from a rookie (that's
Be like yo, let me ask you somethin
I wanna know, I wanna know who you are
MosBrown skin lady, hey hey
TalibYes
MosWhere you goin
TalibThis goes
don
Hustla big bands like Chris Brown
Many gyal switch one, not dis gyal finsha
Touch man like Christian regular
Soon as I come ova
Oh my God
When ah
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,
the headlines
Blue niggas by the church, sinning through the hurt,kids doing fed time
Chris Brown, ain't here for the guidance, every two minutes more sirens
And neither am I
I peeped it in your eyes
The first time I made ya smile
Hey brown sugar
Can you be my sanaa lathan
I could be your taye
I know you diggs me
at Coachella
Sexy ladies and strong fellas
Black pride ain't none you can tell us, hey
You know you wanna scoop of this brown sugar
Yeah I know they wanna scoop
cross the globe when I'm with you baby
Hey (Chris Brown)
Oh, whoa (this is for the women worldwide)
Let's ride, woo
You put it down like New York
cross the globe when I'm with you baby
Hey (Chris Brown)
Oh, whoa (this is for the women worldwide)
Let's ride, woo
You put it down like New York
God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy and Chrissy
We was kissin
Havana Syndrome
God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy
place
Pick up my cat and leave this town behind"
(FBI)
(What?)
(God damn)
"Hey Mr. Clean
You're dirty now too
Hey Mr. Clean
You're dirty
place
Pick up my cat and leave this town behind"
(FBI)
(What?)
(God damn)
"Hey Mr. Clean
You're dirty now too
Hey Mr. Clean
You're dirty
a second
Jesus christ
God damn
Zipper not working
What
Who are you
And what do you want
No
Wait wait wait
Hash-Browns killed him
Or was this the Ghost
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