Lyrics:
with that Chris Brown
"Don't give me shit!" Niggas
In the streets say
"Kill them all!" Bitch, you know we got guns
Like the Pentagon i'm just eating
All we gotta do is Break Walls Build Bridges
They think I'm Ludacris, but I ain't Chris Bridges
All we gotta do is Break Walls Build Bridges
They
be what I am, what you can never be
And elm linden trees look just like my fro
They assume I got my bars just by being black
Like no, this takes a lot
made
Was one step farther from everything that I
Love and to what? A
World of dysfunction, disrespect
And distrust come to think of it
It is sort of like
getting none from me
All you get is this
Make it bounce like a bunny
Come on
T-t-tricks are for kids
But 'cha feel it in your ribs
Like
Wait (wait a minute
permission to put
Humans in this condition
"This land is whose land?"
They must've forgot
Kickin' the black in the ass
While keeping the brown out
This one
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
Power, Absolute Power
I do hip hop and I mix it wit the hard rock
'Cause I'm in this rhyming for climbing
Tech N9ne he's unwinding the shining is
some tracks
With my beats mixed with some made by himself
Oh shit yes mine were made by myself
Bitch you listening this is Mr. Chris reppin hotline
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
guys
I swear on my life that this is everything I need
I’m making music for you although I know you you think that this is for me
And Maybe it is just
come this far by faith, blessed me with the voice and gave me that extra push (yeah)
And dear Momma (I love you, ma)
For the times I acted foolish, you
come this far by faith, blessed me with the voice and gave me that extra push (yeah)
And dear Momma (I love you, ma)
For the times I acted foolish, you
a party in the town tonight
But am I through shit not quite
Yeah holmes the Brown Crowd's the best
This jam is called the Brown Crowd now wait for the rest
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
And fuchsia stripes on harvest wood in the bathroom hall
The flooring by my cabinet is chevron herringbone laminate
And the brown and the beige
And the brown
at the beach and I ain't talkin' Chris Brown. Oh wait, look, it's Chris Brown
Just playin', never seen him, but I'm sure he gets round. Showin' love to Sac-Town,
I often mistake Valentine's Day for Halloween
Love is such a scary thing, to me
This could be sour or it could be sweet sweet sweet
So tell me what's
(What up, Ant?) Tried and tried again
(Tried and tried again)
But now this is the end (Helluva made this beat, baby)
(Let me talk to 'em)
Tell
baby!
I love women so much, I have one,
Luda!
Chris breezy, this too easy,
Sg what up!
take it day by day, yeah
Brown skin, Brown eyes
Yes, I'm beautiful
I believe in love, it makes life meaningful
If I ever fall in love I'd be a fool for
had to mash it on them RPMs
Know I pull up by 9 pm
Finna wreck it in is Ralph, shut the internet down
Take it down, wit me no Chris brown
Jordan peele,
living life with no excuses deliver my product
all my niggas from the hood where the murders is climbing
if you don't work, you don't eat fuck the lines
prolly say that I'm trippin'
Throw the left hand, you duck that one
This right bitch won't miss you
Beat a bitch like Chris Brown, go back to jail, no
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