Lyrics:
Chris brown
Aye aye
If it's smoke then
Them soldiers they inbound
Aye ayeeee
Yea Fuck nigga yk how I'm coming
Fresh asf bitch yk ain't bumming
If
She poppin out, blowin loud, yeah she at it tooo night
Yeah, I'm tryna see, what she bout and if she with it on sight
Yeah, my whole team in
and I've been praying for some newness
By the end of the night I lace my high top Nikes
cnd while I'm getting fresh I'm listening to the Frank White
I said
and I've been praying for some newness
By the end of the night I lace my high top Nikes
cnd while I'm getting fresh I'm listening to the Frank White
I said
Way 2
Bitch
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8
Meet me at da corner store
I'm juugin' I just made a play
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8
I make one phone call
To my young niggas
They'll
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
Ruth's Chris steak is on your plate
Ride with me why would you wait
This a tsunami not a wave
It always feels like its the Spring
By the way I make it rain
got both, the combination
Now they're everything to me, my salvation
Years gone by, I'm miles away
Still thinking bout my fam, day by day
If you're
a movie
I put hot sauce on my tater chips
The fact I said tater chips
Back on that crazy shit
Me and Ruth Chris, we got a relationship
Yeah I'm
cocaine nigga Chris Rock
I'm pissed off from hearing Mama cry
At night time by myself man I wonder why?
Watch my lifestyle mothafucka pipe down
Or catch
they do the same
We pop a couple bottles
And we're straight back up again
The Guards pull up on me
My name is Chris o gorman
What you tryna say
I'm not
tongue is more like a permanent marker so
So every time I tell a story from my dream the further
You overwhelmed by the secrets learned
Sweetheart I'm
his name
Got a twin glock to that nigga brain
It's family feud it's that type of game
I'm at your shit like a side by
I'm at your shit like a driveby
He
Feel empowered
Fuck her in the kitchen
Then the shower
Stabbing dat pussy
I kill it devoured
Blues getting fat
Like Albert
Got hoes they dance
Like Chris
takes
He throw 5 I throw 10 that's 15 do the math
Who that?
I be like Chris get ready we booming
Shake her ass I'm liking that movement
496 we move
cross the globe when I'm with you baby
Hey (Chris Brown)
Oh, whoa (this is for the women worldwide)
Let's ride, woo
You put it down like New York
I'm a money maker m m money m money maker
I'm a money maker m m money m money maker
I'm a money maker m m money m money maker
I'm a money maker m m m
cross the globe when I'm with you baby
Hey (Chris Brown)
Oh, whoa (this is for the women worldwide)
Let's ride, woo
You put it down like New York
(rich bitch)
I bought my mama a ghost, like a Casper
Livin' life fast on a speed boat (Keed talk to 'em)
Yeah, I'm workin' by one, but got three more
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
constant
At Ruth's Chris, I don't eat at Red Lobster
Y'all need to quit that gossip
It don't write checks and it don't make profit
I'm on the road like
[Afrika]
Zigga-one, zigga-two, zigga-three, zigga-and..
Mindin my business, hangin on the scene
Kangaroos rolled by -- but I was clean
?? got my
a little nigga by the name of Chris
Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit (ahh)
Knowing he could rap, no one lent a hand
So he went about his
a little nigga by the name of Chris
Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit (ahh)
Knowing he could rap, no one lent a hand
So he went about his
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