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of mine
Imma smoke you like a persy
Brown girl fire
But she always got nakhre
June 31st got the box gone by sunday
Collecting all this change
Off the cats

of mine
Imma smoke you like a persy
Brown girl fire
But she always got nakhre
June 31st got the box gone by sunday
Collecting all this change
Off the cats

feeling like Chris
Off of the brown
Off of the crown
Off of the drank
I just wanna think
I got my mind on the bank
And it never go blank
I got my foot

and shit
But if they start with us niggas we finish them
Easy
This shit is light got em dancing like breezy
Chris Brown
Niggas mad cuz they down I'm the shit

When I breath heat flows
Nobody could ever Deebo his vibe
But they gon' try
Pull up like a drive-by
Make 'em go bye bye
Now they all gotta go run

Nigga, we deeper than the martial law
Off the perc, Papi don't talk at all
556 hit his legs, he can't walk at all
Dumbass fell soon as he tried to walk it

up
I tell her to bring her friends
I got 'em all booted up, up off the X
I fucked 'em all, we was all geeked up off X, huh
And I like to get this

Shortie Like Mine

Johnta Austin

The Price of Fame

2006

hood wit' it like mine (yeah)
Mean walk and talk, Chris help me tell 'em wassup 

I got all this love inside of me 
And all I wanna do is give it

many flows don't know what to pick now
I got bitches on my dick
Flow hit like Chris brown
Yuh all these bitches sick
But then I come around
Yuh party's

a first aid kit for pain
And they both agree let's get the fuck off this train
ASAP they need to get free
So they're grabbing all the weapons that they can

one all
In all, they gave me magazines, tea
Some better soap than the prison's soap
An earphone radio, and extra chow

There's Chris
Who gave me

salud,
nadie brilla como lo haces tú,
turn off the lights and play Chris Brown

Las horas que son,
fumando tacha de aquel blunt
Tú silueta en el balcón

white slim shady
On the urus
My girl the purest
All chris
At the club drinking all chris
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
You wanna have my baby
You talking all crazy

Yeah, y'all think we playin'? Haha (Uh)
It's The Conglomerate chris Breezy
Busta Buss lonny B, get 'em

Callin' me at 4 up in the mornin'
Just got

to maintain to You, 
Yo love is all Rizzle wanna Gain never bring you any Pain, 
Let's slow Dance off Romance, 
So we can get it on and Poppin' like Chris Brown

boomed off my door tryna catch Headie one slippin
Now they're all up in my phone tryna do me like Hillary Clinton
I got all my lil niggas from
Cah all they

think I'm the highest
That ain't in the industry I remain private
Girl what you offer you know I'm the client
Listen to Drizzy or even Chris Brown so
I

wanted lazy pulses
I would've sucked off Chris Pine
You need to cut the fucking chicken
Miss Bonnie tried
Love it slowly like Gen Z when paired with

you know imma scholar, she said she love me I said I only love Allah
Pass her off to Pak, private school guap 
Creekside brown boys got the streets

Man I planned on being rich
Cross me you'll be in a ditch
Too many men act like bitches
Girls come through they don't ditch us
Blow loud all day

cover her feet 'cause I cum in her socks
She ask for my name, I said "Bitch, I'm the rock"
I go Chris Brown on a bitch, uh
Sean Penn on a bitch, uh
Mark

Down, Down (Get Down)
Get Down (Ooouou)
We can get down

[Bridge - Chris Brown]
The way I see it girl, You a perfect ten
Thats why Im all on you baby
You

called by the name
Chris the little bitch

I lost my cat
I lost my cat
I lost my cat 

The time has come
For Chris's dick to be chopped off
And roasted

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Layin here
All out of ideas
Ain't picked up the phone
In so damn long
I got the lights off
And I aint sleep bout a week
You