Lyrics:
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
Long
I don't know what would make him risk it all
Kanye caught Kim K fuckin' Chris Paul (what?)
He deserve it if that shit is true, can't even front
could we could
Take it all the way
You don't got to worry
Cause you know I'm on the way
We going to live up
Been a long work day
Take a load off
Make some
a lotta) money, spent it all
She said she would love me all night long
She said "Don't you trust me?" I said "Nah"
She said "You're Chris Wallace, Dead
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
a sig
In the bing I'm like Ving Rhames I bring pain
I sling cane off the wing like I'm King James
Y'all doubtin' who when I spit the whole lead
They
niggas fall off that blow
One day they got it all and ain't got shit to show
So I came to my natures I had to cut that hoe
So know I'm feeling happy I'm
niggas fall off that blow
One day they got it all and ain't got shit to show
So I came to my natures I had to cut that hoe
So know I'm feeling happy I'm
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
around
Know this round house it'll knock them down
All my people turn to Chris Brown when he fall down
How we stomp the ground
Want the gold like
his weed
Kirby don't like his attitude he's cocky now believe
So again he palms him off with more twigs and fuckin' seeds
But Chris ain't havin'
mother fucker)
Wait wait wait
(Breezy)
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Girl I wanna make ya sing like opera
Gotta cold headed dose I'm your doctor
Pink house like
like Chris Brown
Smack a bitch in the mouth like Chris Brown
When I'm done with a bitch I piss brown
(Woo) you heard-a 9
11? That was me
That Columbine
like Chris Brown
Smack a bitch in the mouth like Chris Brown
When I'm done with a bitch I piss brown
(Woo) you heard-a 9
11? That was me
That Columbine
Put that in my comic
Swerving through the cosmic
I've been going crazy Chris Brown perfect timing
Indiana vibing
Flying to the islands
Insta I won't
first off my homey Chris Terry gonna run game like this
Verse 1: [Chris Terry]
I'm on this mad paper chase, I'm talkin bout stackin them g's
I be makin
to me said her name is Judy
I fuck with Chris Brown but I wanna fuck on Karrueche
I can't fuck with her no more 'cause she got all them mood swings
ride(let's ride)
I'll be there about five(oouu)
Trying to ball like and one
Chris brown diamonds baby so they dancing
Turned my apartment to a f***** mansion
a sig
In the bing I'm like Ving Rhames I bring pain
I sling cane off the wing like I'm King James
Y'all doubtin' who when I spit the whole lead
They
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
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
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