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think she Teflon
Fuck 12, I'll never cuff these hoes, how you arrest them
Chris Brown, these hoes ain't loyal, bitch, you like the rest of them

I'm Talkin' to You

T.I.

King

2006

name is (I'm talking to you)
We can shoot it out whenever you wanna
Whatever you wanna do boi I'm talking to you

[T.I.]
Hey I'm the best you ever

the cops, cuz I ain't beat my dick (Dilf)
Shooting all the cummies, it's making me feel sick (Nut)
Day number five, man I'm starting to run dry (Chris Brown

her name
Pray to God a lot 
That's the holy way
And we just getting started 
So pour up that Bacardi Hey

Bad bitches sliding thru the party
And we

(BIGDMANDEM)
(He glitched the matrix, glitched the matrix)
(Oh my god, Scruff) (I love you Scruff)

I don't want friends anyways
It's alright when I

immigrants talking gibberish
Did he say something I didn't understand
This isn't Bangkok, chris Brown

Pulled Rihanna's hair
Broke a window with

shawty, leave him at home
(Leave him at home)
Hey
The champ is here
Long hair, light skin, rollin' up my reefer
All she wanna do is talk about how she

funny
Ain’t it funny (a-ha a-ha)
Ain’t it funny
Ain’t it funny
Don’t you really think it’s funny
You lookin’ like Chris Brown
Like ‘Look at Me Now’
You

she used to work at that strip club
Tried to turn a hoe into a housewife but it happens when you think
That you're in love I'm a Chris Brown that pussy

(One man, zero worth, wine box...hey brother, hey brother, hey brother, hey sister...)

It's me, it's me, it is the queen so
Shawty got the green

Mr. Barbeque

Guttermouth

Full Length

1996

in mayonnaise

Says Mr. Barbeque
Mr. Barbeque
Mr. Barbeque
Mr. Barbeque

Hey, thanks a lot Doc my arm's feeling great
Oh, by the way, could you

of the contemplating, lets get to the celebrating
History in the making, God level to these fake kings

Never fear death, I fear God
The fear is only coming from my

sabemos que eso es una gran mentira yo no se porque mientes mujer
Quiero que digas la pura verdad nunca e querido mas de ti mujer
(Hey hey hey hey hey hey

looked back since the day that I was baptised
Held down by my chain, but God got me with the Revive
I was so dead living in all the lust
But God through my

highschool, fool
What about right now?
Ooh you wanna fight clown?
Want me to put the mic down
And leave me Mike Brown
Light brown soaked in the concrete

chose us god damn
Ha ha ha ha
Yeah
And when you get chose by the paper
You just paper
Goofy
Living the paper
The paper I'm livin'
Its Ice Water Man so you

clap just a little (Make it clap)
Got to be that ass, and her back with the dimples (Yeah)
God I love her swag, and her laugh when she giggle (Ha ha ha)

your stomach
Then i go 6 rounds with your woman
She think i'm Chris Brown tell her run it
You know what it is
No remote i'm controlling your chick
I have

Brown meets Kanye"
Sure, I'm more like if Arthur
Read picked up the bass
And grew up playing in church and
With some tracks by Beyonce
I'm if reckless ate

Intro
Fettuccine:
Hey everybody 
I don’t know if you’ve heard of us 
We are the seven deadly kittens 
We’re about to spit some bars 
You can decide

the product is heaven sent
Alhamdulillah, Glory be to God
Speak a different language, Jesus still my God
Evangelic season, brought Chris to the cross
The boydem

early
Oh shit I got sat
Lemme go and get that
Got to give my whole speech
The kid looks like Chris Pratt
"Hey man how you doin?"
"I'm real good, how bout

A love story a Love Story
Yes a Love Story that's what it is
You know Chris you're funny
Back when I was in eighth grade I didn't have a clue
Well we

would take you back
Lol you're such an ugly snack
Forget all this chris brown stuff
Move forward I'll give her smack

She got done by one my boys
Yo