Lyrics:
Lookin' at this boy I'ma call him McDreamy
I was wonderin' if he got good Dick Cheney
Got a Lamborghini so the doors go high
In a button down Chris Brown
a nigga turned Blood, I came out the blue
They like, "Damn who's Drake, where's wheelchair Jimmy at?"
On my Chris Brown shit, I'm still here, gimme that
a hundred Haitians
I'm a hot nigga by affiliation
Look, fresh up out the county, I done did a lil bid
Let the popos run up on me, I won't tell them
dey shalaye
See nobody ever done it like this
But still they hate me like Chris
Lot of friendly oops in dis streets
So I say a prayer nd make my peace
Inspire the elders to hop inside of that race again
A combination of Feliz Navidad and some birthdays
Chris and La-Nysa they started the first phase
About to tell y'all about some shit
That happened to me April third
I woke up on the verge
Trap was slow I was disturbed
My babygirl had called me
I
here by my side
By my side
And baby, we, we're alright
With you here by my side
But then the warmer winds of April rolled in
And you told me I'd never
We had the first family, see and Mr. Chris Brown
My niggas DJ and Leroy was puttin' shit down
My DJ burns vocals, Ski-Daddy and Big Midge
J.B.
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
the script
Whatever the traitors name
My aim is dunk em like
I'm Chris Webber
So many phony smilin' faces
Traces of slander
Got em comin' outta funny
puttin' all this pressure
On back of me my friends wanna kill me for
Success that I acheived
So I'm all by myself around everybody
Till somebody from
some acid
Talk to our eyelids and shit
(Just kidding man, stick to the herb)
(He said Chris Brown but I don't know why)
So now we live and learn
it but, baby, don't stop it (nah)
We can do it like Chris Brown, girl, and get it poppin'
Man I'm a pro (yep), look I'm far from a rookie (that's
it but, baby, don't stop it (nah)
We can do it like Chris Brown, girl, and get it poppin'
Man I'm a pro (yep), look I'm far from a rookie (that's
getting this fetti
We in the Chevy and ready to pop tags in
[Chorus:]
So whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
And since you wanna live by
thang
I don't gang-bang but I bang-bang
I pull up to the club, I got on eight chains
Took that bitch to Wings-N-Things, she wanna be my main
Brown
czuję się jak Chris Kyle
I zjadłem tylu że mentalnie jestem jak Big Pun
To waga ciężka jak Szpilka Dill Gang
A ty potrenuj ze swoją dziewuchą jak Chris
on yo bitch back to back swinging my pendant
BMW riding in a coupe only one bitch fit
Picked yo hoe up to go get lunch from Ruth Chris
Rolling up za za
you want you some beef better go out to Ruth Chris
she ate the dick up just like it's some Ruth Chris
I knew the head was insane But when she drop
bring?
Chris Brown is my first man
Karujjah goes in the trash can
I'd let Jodi free, can't fuck with me
I'm taking Bill from Hillary
All sex changes are
the smoker.
Drooling as that juicy pig turned golden brown.
The neXt thing I know she was ordering by the pound
She likes the smoked brisket Wouldn’t miss
Uppercut a nigga in the chin so he know what's up
Take a bitch down Chris brown if she down to fuck
Ring around the rosie dizzy need another cup
Patek
moving so crazy
Trynna tackle me, like are you crazy
Why these guys thinking I'm easy
I'll punch them up, Chris Brown Chris breezy
I'm on the charts like
at you now.
Oh!
Look at you now.
Oh!
You just a clown.
I will turn your ass to ashes.
Somebody tell Chris Brown
Get down!
Durty South's in town
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