Lyrics:
you, you not good enough
First , Next , Hey - He’s ‘Hollywood’
I love life, I don’t
& I live it
(He’s ‘Hollywood’)
How do I live it
(Homeostasis)
her out the country fuck outta town
Lou Lou cuttin up make a hater frown
I can flood my wrist or make it drown
Chris Brown yo bitch Ima take her down
conscientious by design
To reach the heights of academe,
To be the captain of the tea,
To CEO a thousand who
Will do the things I say to doAnd I will make
one, I don't want no drama
Me and you, we could get Chris Brown and Rihanna
Oh, yeah
Oh
Can't keep it messy, no I can't
I could give it to you, baby
Yes,
you do it again,
For real, I need my freedom, can't be locked with a chain,
We party all the night, can someone pop the champagne?
I want you by my side
Chris, yeah
What, 30-30on me, waiting on the lift
Yeah, check my outfit, everything crisp
Like my money, nigga, we don't drink no criss
Make me run it
to do
It takes an hour, baby don't be so rude
Your so crude
Procrastinating queen up top with a brown
Hair flack
Not doing chicken on her phone, clapping
dunking it
Put the ass in my lap ima hump on it
Ima nut 2 times then I’m done with it
Chris Brown then a nigga gotta run with it
I be riding push starts
of Brown, well, hey, it's on
Once again my friend you gotta have this song
Get on the dancefloor and lose control
When I lose control I get sorta active
It's hard to explain how it bends my brain
When it's a-swimming in my blood
When I drink brown liquor, I go crazy quicker
Than an old red fox
rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause its gone be naughty, by nature
Fuck a playa hater
Ima come through
And ya know I'm down to spray ya
Let them
rippable
to death, the last funk nigga left
I needed a record, to save my last breath
Push it up, cause you might not ever hear me again
I'm Chris Lowe, see
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
in a brown bottle
(Ooooh, ba-ba, ba-ba-dahhhhh)
Hennessy (Hennessy) hahaha, yeah
They wanna knows my role model, it's in a brown bottle
(Ooooh,
the one that hung on me it's best if you let me be my nigga damn (if you let me be)
Yeah, you got the jokes
Do not provoke me
I guess you don't know me
All
For real
Am loving again
I feel it, I know it
Am loving again
Mmm, mon chri d'amour
Am loving you girl
God knows
Heaven is missing an Angel
Oh God
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya dont want that shit
Cause its gone be naughty, by nature
Fuck a playa hater
Ima come through
And ya know Im down to spray
And if you wanna make dollars then you better reach out to the whole crowd, so once again Ima put it down. B-R-O-W-N. Brown to the day I fuckin die.
Brown
home?
This pasture is green.
I'm walking in the sun.
It's turning brown.
I'm standing in the rain.
My overcoat is worn,
The pockets are all torn.
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
Wearin' green joc in suit lookin' boy,
Say it again! say it again! ol' pinky lookin' boy,
[Chorus: x4]
Just letchya soul glow! curl lookin' boy,
I
it gone be
Trick or treat
Huh... break it down
Darkskin Chris brown ima bout to take you down
She my queen I just replaced a ring for a crown
Pretty
really out here slidin'
Childhood like Chris Brown and Drake's song, no guidance
If anybody find peace, let me know where to find it
You know? 'Cause
Turn up the sound
High in the moon
I feel like chris brown
All these hoes on my dick
They lookin for sum clout
They keep blowin my phone
Ima laylow
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