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Look at me now
Look at me now
Getting rich like Chris Brown
Write these rhymes
Wear my robe
Feel just like Hugh
Comfy and I look nice
This Fossil

I’ll be over you
And time pass by.

All the night we spent as lovers
And the dates we had last summer
All the places we’ve been to feels like home

Every

bleeding, can't think about sex
Irritated by your Kotex
We don't need to kiss, we don't have to fuck
I'll pull out my dick bitch, you can suck
Now here, don't

leaving no way
Me say mi never flip
Say Man a  go do it your way say
Gal you a mi Favorite High
Every time inna the day
Say Man a sober gal you all me want

that I own it ya ya
Hit my line because you know I want it yah yah
Them pretty brown eyes
Get me every time
And mama so humble
She don’t know she fine ya

Stop Hatin

Master P

Ghetto D

1997

and anybody I forgot if you a real playa you'll understand
(Wassup Foxy Brown)
Yeah we did that Party don't stop
ah ha 
Playas lookin up baby

Ahahaha
We gon ride
We gon slide
We gon pop up every time
We gon ride
We gon slide
We gon pop up every time
I'm like a preacher give the word and all my ppl

No we can't compare
You not here
Nor there
Check new tone
My hair
Them 6's
They rare
The OG's
The air
Chris Roth
The shades
They white like
Kobain's

to be your anchor 
But you fucked me over with your anger 
Anger towards this and that 
Like chris brown you always had excuses 
And you brought it back

king
Wall to wall, I don’t ever fall, I’m Chris Brown with the dancing
Don’t get mad because your boyfriend ain’t me
He tryna do it like I do it, but he

to reach yo zone, bae
Can I follow those directions when you moan, bae
I'm talkin round after round after round
Baby let me take yo ass down Chris Brown I be

I can't sit down aye (I can't)
Anywhere that I go, this jewelry on me gon hit like Chris Brown aye
Tell me how that shit sound aye
My bro the plug so

Let's pretend like we have had this for years
And you smiled
But I can't pretend to try and love you with the touch of time

With your big brown

Let's pretend like we have had this for years
And you smiled
But I can't pretend to try and love you with the touch of time
With your big brown

little star
I'm still waiting every hour, you're so close to my heart
All my life I've been waiting, for one moment in time
We're together I adore your

Nothing Like L.A.

Ice Cube

I Am the West

2010

time you walk by you get my inspection
All you gotta do now is make your selection
And it won't be hard to win this election

[Chorus]

I done been

Soul Food

Goodie Mob

Soul Food

1995

Clark
Taking us when we're in the spotlight for a joke
Changing by the day I see it's getting bigga in my square
Looking at Lenox from the outside

the blue collar
They struggle everyday
Just to make a single dollar
So many hours on their feet
Every single day
Tired, hungry and broke
We all have a lot

there for you
For your love I ll be patient
Slow by slow we going to make it through
You got me feeling amazing like wowowowow!
Every time I keep

my line
When I dial my baby's number
Hear the click every time
Mr. Telephone Man
There's something wrong with my line
When I dial my baby's number
Hear

people ain't see through
Money criminalistic I will still never give a shit
Like I'm Chris brown bout a bitch down
Coming from the city where they're

look who I found
Now what the fuck is this clown about?
Come and hit me like Chris Brown you stout (all of that story)
Man I should not be first to throw

no dick
Bitch got blinded by the diamonds, can't focus
Stop playin', nigga, I ain't one of them
I spent five bands, made it back times ten
You a lil'

like Lucas and the locusts
And you know this - we'll buy glow sticks
Stay up late, perfect the slow kiss
You can't resist Chris cause
He helps you