Lyrics:
on paper 2xs
Life's a hustle Lil bitch remember pissy mattresses can not go back to it young nigga hittin licks gotta keep ya spatula make sure u
white slim shady
On the urus
My girl the purest
All chris
At the club drinking all chris
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
You wanna have my baby
You talking all crazy
to the most brown sex and
slim, state of uptrends, known for making divedends and millions my people
jump, jump, jump, jump.
Who chose to be the next
damn
I know this one dude sir pukes a lot
But he still my day one brodas fo life
Chillin in the stu smokin' on my bong
Making hit slaps like Chris brown
wages
Nobody sat next to me when I was on that wait list
I ain't Chris
But I'm still 'Lil dude from across the street' (I ain't Chris)
Who Mama used
like drink can
Popular big man like king don
Hustla big bands like Chris Brown
Many gyal switch one, not dis gyal finsha
Touch man like Christian regular
telling sit down
We can go a couple rounds
Leave your face the way I would if I were Chris brown
Squinting just to catch these bars I guess I took this
Ah but old brown says that she must wed a Marquis or a Lord,
And I don't suppose it's ever one of those things I will be
But by jingo next election I
anything done
You know, Chris Rock called my album
My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy…well
Chris Rock and everyone else at every single
Media publication
you from
How bout we tell you
Tell you
One in a hundred ya we top one percent
Spitting my mind this next line just to vent
Afraid of getting canceled
missing me
My partners was frightned aint know what to do saw me passed out started lifting me
Two cars passed by my partners jhi spazzed said chris are you
end, stupid!
HAHAHAHAHA!, Boxcutter Pazzy
Chris Rivers, Pinero The Ghost
Killadelph, Valpensy to New York
I'm not you, rapper! I'm a G! HAHAHAHAHA!
'll feel isn't like that
Glory that comes when it's ended
Next you'll be blended but that ain't the end yet
By the time we get you to the grind
Olele then
chick
Had me freeze like a felon
When he see's a crown vik
If i shoot my shot
Shaquile i'll probably fucking miss
And i ain't no chris brown
To sing my
bitch, when we meet up, she know I'm only bone
Last time you seen me I made a million without a mobile phone
Two hundred thousand stacked up I could've
Once upon a time not long ago
4 way befo da dayz I wuz known 2 flow
I wuz showin str8 luv in da beach
Hugz frum da freaks
Even by tha thugz wit
vibes tonight
A love untamed, taking flight
As the night fades, we're not afraid
Writing our story, a serenade
Chris Brown and Tory Lanez vibes remain
In
verses always crypted I don't ever over look it
I'm by the money if you looking couple thousands for the booking
You niggas fumble the bag I seen a chance
your dark brown eyes it would be magical
Gazing up at the night sky with you by my side it would be magical
Oh oh oh oh wouldn't it be magical
Oh oh oh
he never got to ray J
Fuck around nigga you get that Chris Brown shit
And fuck around nigga you get that Chris Brown shit
Hey baby come over here you
And I’m waiting for your call
On my Chris Brown
Looking for wall to wall
Catcher done caught
your curve ball
Won’t let you down
And I’ll never you let
interested she said
(oh I apologize)
I looked deep into her dark brown eyes
I said you ignored me for months on end
Now all of a sudden you wanna be my
like condensation, water
I'm a mixture between Chris Brown
And Chris Jericho, where's your daughter?
I'm more than y'all can handle
At the Grammy's
time I beat it (down )
Suffocate you with the pillow
Or my hand over your mouth
Take you down by Chris brown
Playing in the back ground
So it's
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