Lyrics:
the pedal in that hood
I sit in the back of the room
Legs crossed, melting wax
Another free drink so soon?
All good, knock it back
Red lights, heart
The name Chris Brown from Virginia
Ask about me, they'll tell you I'm the truth with it (oh)
C to the H to the R-I-S (oh)
I know you like it, mama, just
The name Chris Brown from Virginia
Ask about me, they'll tell you I'm the truth with it (oh)
C to the H to the R-I-S (oh)
I know you like it, mama, just
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
Chris brown you ain’t never gon run it if I want it right now imma get it stop fronting if the dick too good never tell ‘em when im coming
Bitch when
not duck down (Duck Down)
Beat it up so good, got me singing like Chris Brown
40 Inch Lace and it came with a bustdown (Bow Bow)
Now up the score, cause
time No time
No No
Chorus
Life is a bitch
So slap the hoe
Life is a bitch
So slap the hoe
I dont play that shit
All my friends know
Do the Chris Brown
wanna talk money?
Shit real that's all I could tell 'em
Just rap 'em up good so the dogs can't smell 'em c'mon
Brown paper bag (thank god for that)
the curves that
Could stop moving traffic
I'mma tap that ass
If it puts me in a casket
I heard about Chris Brown
He was driving his girl around
And then
Jeezy]
Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
You niggas really wanna talk money?
Shit real that's all I could tell 'em
Just rap 'em up good
the North Star, breaking concentration like the hyman
It's all about timing, rhyming in the cut
Yo what you thinking you proving by your feet not moving
While
wanna talk money?
Shit real that's all I could tell 'em
Just rap 'em up good so the dogs can't smell 'em c'mon
Brown paper bag (thank god for that)
got you some pizza
It's y'all's favorite, especially Chris'
It's all his fixings, favorite toppings
(Uh dad, Chris isn't here)
What
What the hell this
this bitch sideways
(Oh yeah, oh yeah)
I can't believe that it's Freaky Friday
Yeah, it's Freaky Friday
I'm in Chris Brown's body
I drive his
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
Rodeo
Written By: Jessica Clarke
Intro:
Pretty brown, brown drivin me wild
Dada da dada da dada da da
Pretty brown, brown drivin me wild
Dada da
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
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
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
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
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
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
(Charlie Brown - "All good things must end")
believe it!
(Charlie Brown - Ive memorized that phrase by heart)
and you were born for this part
(Charlie
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