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the shower
Stabbing dat pussy
I kill it devoured
Blues getting fat
Like Albert
Got hoes they dance
Like Chris brown
They do powder
Bitch you horny
And you know

Baby let me take you down, No Chris Brown or Ray J
Babe all I'm asking is for a chance to make your mind go crazy
Babe let's make a toast for you and me,

racks
She said that shit impressive
Like Chris Brown in Stomp Thе Yard
Get shot while you steppin'
My niggas likе walkin' 'round
With automatic weapons

Dueces, Chris Brown
Tryin' to stop the rain
Niggas still got poured on
Me and my clique, we da shit
Sippin' Dom Perignon
Try tryin' to stop the rain
Niggas

pinned down
They calling the cops thinking my end's now
I'm fighting this hold I'm in tryna get out
They thinking that they beat me like Chris Brown
I got

Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Aw yeah

Yeah the mullet and the stache is a lifestyle
If you got it then you're right by me
Everybody in my city always at my

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

call me wack
Murder in the beat, I can do it with the damn flow
Not Chris Brown, but you know I'ma switch the tempo

Extra shit
She always talking, yes,

Brown, look at me now
Uh, like who you fucking with
I wish I would lose to crumby bitch, that's one funny shit
I'm on another tip, I can drag a bitch by

On the second of December we'll always remember
As the day John Brown went marching in
Well, they took him from his cell with a .44 cal
Now he's

face
Cops is always rushing, lawyer on the case
Summertime is balling up on 8th
I don't know no Nino Brown, but I know
And I know turned out to
Be

have to ask them to stop police brutality 
We stop it ourself when we feel each other's pain 

Every time we turn around
Got another Mike Brown
Police

Makaveli, Chris Brown
I call that hip hop music
Aretha, KRS and Sam
I call that hiphop music
Mj, Prince and James Brown
I call that hi hop music
Nikki,

she stepped on my shoe
Like a Chris Brown video
She got 12 watching my moves
New girl tryna get right
I said she’d have to wait
But I made sure she knew

again, add it to wax

[Chorus]

[Young Chris]
It's not a game I'm from Philly
Go by the name, Young Chris, or Young Gunner
Know my partner Young

the top and they hope that I fall
I think I'm Vageta, I'm dragging my balls
Bitch I'm back on my shit, Chris Brown with the flips
I get the cheese then I

said and done
Tag me in like we playing games in primary school
Just like Chris Brown, I'm a light skinned guy who's making moves
I'm beating all these

being broke is my rival
I want my money to tower, like Eiffel 
I want my diamonds to dance, just like Michael
A dynamic duo, like Chris Brown and Tyga
All

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

one 

cnd I do it for my team
Starpham TCG 
When things got real
They always stood by me 
cnd we gon run it up bitch
From d stars where we from 
cnd no

by the hour
Might end up dancing like I’m Chris brown while I beat it like I’m bench pressing Not even pulling out her 
Drive time
While she watching

dealt
Barely could sleep waking up from cold sweats and all
I ain't saying that to brag I wasn't proud at all
Just like Chris brown my mind was bouncing

It's Still My Thang

Bobby Brown

Forever

1997

Bobby Brown swings
Stop calling out my name
'Cause it's still my thang

It's still my thang and after eight years
Ain't a damn thing changed
Why should I

good
Bitch my style good my loud good
You know that pounds good 
Niggas talk alot because I guess they think it sound good
Always got my dawgs ima make