Lyrics:
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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
said, "My boyfriend think you can be a star"
So he set her up in a pop duo
With her twin sister, Cap' n Parks
And it really didn't even work out like
beautiful brown people! We made it, it's crazy, but nah nah, listen
I'm getting ahead of myself, I'm getting ahead of myself
So like, I was staying with him
be this, there wouldn't be Chris,
Or a Public Enemy with a black power fist.
No Queen Latifa, no Will Smith either,
There would only be tight jeans,
like gina
Chris brown i cant beef with him cuz he a singer
Yeah that boy a bitch i could just tell by his demeanor
Cuh come and wipe a nigga out like he
TRIPINATION
Written by: Chris Simpson, Joseph Page, Lisa Rau
WITH HOW MANY EVER GRAINS OF SALT YOU WISH,
THAT THE BROWN ACID CIRCULATING AROUND US
it gone be
Trick or treat
Huh... break it down
Darkskin Chris brown ima bout to take you down
She my queen I just replaced a ring for a crown
Pretty
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
up, you should call me Chris Brown
He was dissing on my cuddy till we caught him by the bounds
Caught a plug, tap in, so we get it by the pounds
Try
I remember camping in Green Valley Campground
And Chris Joyce played me Run DMC's "Tricky"
It was the first rap song I ever heard
And I fell in
without a thank you
To my ladies and my fellas
Aw, they kept it real with Chris Brown
I just wanna thank you
Thank you, baby (thank you), you know who
without a thank you
To my ladies and my fellas
Aw, they kept it real with Chris Brown
I just wanna thank you
Thank you, baby (thank you), you know who
missing
Just like the roof is, riding in that Chris Brown
Two seater deuces, peeling like I skip town
Pocket full of brick money, neck full of black gold
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
brown Majin Buu tho
Spitting fuego from the mouth
Im breathing humo (Hot hot hot)
Fire from the heavens
Hit em with the duo
Secret technique tongue style
We lit prob by Fidem beats ft Tameesia
Hook
Pour up spark that
Hit the blunt n then kick back
Pour up spark that
Get the money we gone flip that
name
I'll make 'em realise
Big dreams before the pen hit a page before I hit a stage
Just youths running free years beyond our age
Chris, Young Roche,
Lookin' at this boy I'ma call him McDreamy
I was wonderin' if he got good Dick Cheney
Got a Lamborghini so the doors go high
In a button down Chris Brown
a nigga turned Blood, I came out the blue
They like, "Damn who's Drake, where's wheelchair Jimmy at?"
On my Chris Brown shit, I'm still here, gimme that
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
We had the first family, see and Mr. Chris Brown
My niggas DJ and Leroy was puttin' shit down
My DJ burns vocals, Ski-Daddy and Big Midge
J.B.
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
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
puttin' all this pressure
On back of me my friends wanna kill me for
Success that I acheived
So I'm all by myself around everybody
Till somebody from
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