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selling tickets to a pity party
Now I'm holding my bankroll
Thick as queso
Got a real queen, she by my side, fuck these fake hoes
Me and Chris Waters got

down in my town like Chris Brown we gon' run it
I don't trust nobody, not at all, glock stuffed in my coat
All my niggas we the new wave we gon' rock

told her, girl, I just got off my 9 to 5
I think she want me to stop by
I think that she want some dick up in her night
Smoke one , I don't want no drama

know what I show why Chris Brown and Rihanna that real story
Off puttin words together like (Scrabble)
Build your (Monopoly), they just gon' attack you

They kno my body I flirt that
Get left on the scene than I skirt that
Said uu want smoke but Ik you ain't worth that
My chop Chris brown how I work

quick, click clack, get to freakin', ho
She want some hot nigga chillin' out in Mykonos
Or thot niggas all summer, every weekend, ho
I ain't no killer

of posts on his page
Got him, bro
Got him froze
Bouta roll up, got a lot of dope
We gon' roll up on him, bye lil bro
Sayonara,
Nigga I'll be rich by tomorrow

I Stand Accused

Public Enemy

Muse Sick-N-Hour Mess Age

1994

the script
Whatever the traitors name
My aim is dunk em like
I'm Chris Webber

So many phony smilin' faces
Traces of slander
Got em comin' outta funny

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,

Theresa May
Recently, I've been forcing rhymes
Eminem does it all the time
Now Shady's forty-five
Anyone still check Shade 45?
By the way, Oliver Age 24

you to slip on the oak vine
I'ma do this nigga like I was chewing a pork rind nigga
Eminem couldn't get ya to a million on the 'Gram
Chris Brown

ass
Chill like he on xan
It's Chris fucking Travis coming
For the money grands
And drop it off your ass and
Lay it right onto my hands

Damn, I'm scared

pounds
I have brown hair and green eyes
I enjoy writing songs, painting, movies and diner food
I have two brothers, Chris and Graham
and two parents, Paul

careless 
Thousand dollars count it up I'm way too rowdy
I'm high off them purple flowers 

I was gonna brag about it I'm getting too old for this
Y'all

transform that to a half a man, Afghanistan
You wouldn't understand how I'm really living
I had it bad when I went to prison
Chris Brown diamonds won't

Like Chris Brown when Rihanna got her fuckin' ass beat
Fuck Jeeves ask me for advice, if I'm not reading advice
I'm squatting down, picking cracker

Shoutout to Rxkz
Before I jump right off in this verse
This right here for you heifers
The Harmons, the Browns, the Miller, the Shepherds
Only time I

Brown eyes

For you I'd put the world on my back
For you I'd give it all baby, girl just keep it a stack
For you I'm playing Jodeci while I'm blowing

No More

Birdman

Like Father, Like Son

2006

an a-hole, AK holes
Think face blows
And understand I'm talkin' money by the case loads
Gun off safety, I'm in safe mode
I will hold court until the case

What If

Grandmaster Flash

The Bridge

let me make this clear
Just a thought if it (?)


It's not about a salary it's all about reality,
And Hip Hop is the reality that creates all these

you haven't seen it
I'll laugh until my head comes off
Women and children first, and children first
And children

Here I'm alive everything all

The Adventures of Greggery Peccary

Frank Zappa

Studio Tan

Are all inhabited by slowly-aging
'very hip young people',
They appear to be casting
Sinister glances toward him
Through their glinting acid burn-
Out

holla Lil Shade in this bitch
Let the bloods holla Mr. Chris in this bitch
So who else in this game do i have left to tell come at me
cuz all this shit

by Dre
I no want beat by Chris
I go see you later

Zero to one hundred real quick
I no get time for all the picnic
Am too busy no time to dey think