Lyrics:
Hey Chris (Hi)
Yeah I just wanted to let you know
That you better get down here really fast
'Cause we're making a diss track on you unless you come
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
Seh wah
Well, I waan send out dis now fi di man name Chris Brown
Get on wit di gyal dem from his hometown to outta town
Haha, seh wah
So mi nuh
in the streets
She reps for L-B-Dub ENT
She a nice size wit' the pretty brown bright eyes
I'm a winner wit' the right prize
I'ma give it to her
the crib, in the streets
She reps for L-B-Dub ENT
She a nice size wit' the pretty brown bright eyes
I'm a winner wit' the right prize
I'ma give it
Chris Brown
Wrapped his hands around Rihanna's
Neck, and choked her
Left her passed out on the ground
Yo Chris, I'm pissed!
I'll put you on my hit list
around
Know this round house it'll knock them down
All my people turn to Chris Brown when he fall down
How we stomp the ground
Want the gold like
petty like that
Ya Ya
Him tek’ me like that
Credits:
Produced by: Chris “Flict” Aparri
Mixed by: Chris “Flict” Aparri
Master by: Damien Lewis
I like the women with the brown areolas
I like the women with the brown areolas
I like the women with the brown areolas
Brown areolas
Brown areolas
I
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
Scott Storch
Game
Chris Brown
The meanest the meaner, but the second I seen her
Had me open, got me lookin', losin' all my control
Scott Storch
Game
Chris Brown
The meanest the meaner, but the second I seen her
Had me open, got me lookin', losin' all my control
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 it stop fronting if the dick too
women written by men, hey!
GORGISSIMA:
Did I hear ladies talking about shopping?
PRICE, CHRIS, VICTORIA, PLACID:
Hey!
GORGISSIMA:
Oh, you did. You
getting this fetti
We in the Chevy and ready to pop tags in
[Chorus:]
So whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
And since you wanna live by
of rap
foreign on some rims cruising hollywood with your O.G bitch head bobbing in my lap
With my city on my brim, rolling up some lye with a caramel brown
and hide
Look at me now
Feel to hot like the verse
In the song came from Chris Brown
Better watch out
Climbing up in the game
Don't need fame or an ounce
to lie
Whities like to do it worse than anybody around
I am not no racist just an observer of life
You could take me down
But you aint chris brown
You cant
could take me down
But you aint chris brown
You cant take me down
Bish you aint chris brown
You cant take me down
Bish you aint chris brown
You cant
getting this fetti
We in the Chevy and ready to pop tags in
[Chorus:]
So whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
And since you wanna live by
a hundred Haitians
I'm a hot nigga by affiliation
Look, fresh up out the county, I done did a lil bid
Let the popos run up on me, I won't tell them
He singin' for help like a song from Chris Brown
He wake up confused and he wearin' a gown
The cops askin' questions but he left astound
Debatin' if he
Like Chris Brown when Rhianna got her fuckin' ass beat
Fuck Jeeves ask me for advice, if I'm not reading advice
I'm squatting down, picking cracker
Committee, pat'na
It's H-U-E-Y (yup), whom fly G five (yup)
And by the look in my eyes she have nice thighs (oh)
What her mama done gave her done grew
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