Lyrics:
Smooth shit
Why you worried bout what I do bitch
Get a young nigga comin from the Lou rich
Still rather ramen noodles than Ruth Chris
Wait hold up
bond back
Whatchu' wanna do
See me contract?
Fuck it all up
But fuck all this shit
Cuz' I can never get my gmom back
Never talk to x again
Never see my
Okay
Check it, check it, check it out
It's Santana again
Steppin', steppin', steppin' out (uh)
One of them brand new big boy toys
I do big boy
but I say what the heck
Never in my life have been so stressed
So i gave up on the holidays, put it to rest
Broke up with Christmas, try again next year
All we gotta do is Break Walls Build Bridges
They think I'm Ludacris, but I ain't Chris Bridges
All we gotta do is Break Walls Build Bridges
They
Dreaming, unwinding by the fire
It's cozy no doubt
And outside the snow is getting higher
We're not going out
You sitting down here with me
That's
forgot what they told us
Better watch for your homie, don't know explanation why I rock by my lonely
So you can reposition and try to fuck me again
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
trophies, but where do I sit 'em? (Woo)
I was born to rock a crown, h- yeah, I knocked it down
Holy water, n-, but out here, we turn to brown (Jesus)
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
like condensation, water
I'm a mixture between Chris Brown
And Chris Jericho, where's your daughter?
I'm more than y'all can handle
At the Grammy's
Rubber band had to open a band
Money counter count it up with no hand
I got heat I had to cut on the fan
Spend it make it back and do it again
Do it
started, these haters wishing we end
Brown nose on these hoes, niggas fishing again
Notice she swallow with those, drop like it on her chin
Niggas left me
off it, that shit
But it's all gucci
Probably in the cuzzi' coolin'
Ray Chris what you doing?
Going stupid
What I gotta do
To make em' listen
got to do it my way
Do the running man
Spin around get busy
Pop lock moonwalk
Like Chris Breezy
Toosie Slide
You know like Dreezy
Work them shoulders
and to her I did admit it
Lathered up the nuts and I changed my shoes
Took off the browns and put on the blues
Sweetie I'm the paper called the Daily News
it again, ha
And do it some more
That does it, by golly
it's nasty for sure
Nasty nasty nasty
Nasty nasty nasty
Only thirteen, and she knows how
bit of fame
Bussing in broad day
Is he really bout it
Smashed on me
Wasn't bout it
Got to my crew
Yo what we finna do
Said little knowledge Better pick
you to slip on the oak vine
I'ma do this nigga like I was chewing a pork rind nigga
Eminem couldn't get ya to a million on the 'Gram
Chris Brown
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
I’ll be pulling it down in a minute
How long will it take before you screamin’ my name
Oh baby you should rip off my clothes
kick-it-up-on these steal grounds
[Chorus:1x] *background chorus vocals - Koffee Brown
How does it feel to ya
Roll up the Swisher baby if it's real to ya
a Nick with
Nothin' but pennies
You dumb as fuck, you think I turned it down?
Hit his shoulder, made him turn around
Beat the shit out the grill like Chris
of the torment/
Till inkling of performance, still thinking of us dormant/
cnd so it be, who hold close and kept dear/
were left there, won't know folks by next
Discuss these do it again by chris brown Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In