Lyrics:
the headlines
Blue niggas by the church, sinning through the hurt,kids doing fed time
Chris Brown, ain't here for the guidance, every two minutes more sirens
wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king (king)
[Verse 1: Jay-Z (Chris Martin)]
Inspired by
understood finally
If you want to come and get it you know where to find me
'Cause I don't got no time for anyone who be tryin' me
Know if they don't
petty like that
Ya Ya
Him tek’ me like that
Credits:
Produced by: Chris “Flict” Aparri
Mixed by: Chris “Flict” Aparri
Master by: Damien Lewis
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
goin on can get alittle sticky
Id freeze up and pussy out like a punk, fuck that, bla bla
I could get that rude blood from New York Mr. Chris
Quick come
They get clean wind what you gon do?
Rap about a fight I had with
A nigga that by me? And I bit him back
Well talk about how it was 20 niggas
There and I
nigga
Back up big stepper watch ya feet nigga
Pop em on sight that's a meet and greet nigga
Get the bread I ain't talking bout no wheat nigga
Got beef
down
Girl I take ya down
Like Chris Brown girl I take ya down
Ask ya girlfriends how they like me now
You don't like me girl you just like the style
gangster having an oh w having fun by the night ain't done
It's time for the hit and run
But you best believe I'm Brown and proud (Brown and proud)
It's
get Money and I fuck Bitches
And they bout to fade ya hood because ya Big Homie out here snitching on Black and White
Catch you right there
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.
What's up Big Chris?
Goin' to the store to get the papers.
Got ya, a little love on this one here.
Huh! Word on. Word on.
Commercial rap
and lackin'
And stable ammunition
Change ya mission
Men and listen
My way your salutations
Get no validations
Just rejections and ejections
Outta
down
Like chris brown girl i take ya down
Ask ya girl friends how they like me now
You dont like me girl you just like the style
She not gonna like it
and lackin'
And stable ammunition
Change ya mission
Men and listen
My way your salutations
Get no validations
Just rejections and ejections
Outta
been through
If a nigga broke u let a nigga mend u
Get on my chris brown girl i wanna take u down
Jaysean baby im goin down down down
Give dat dick
feel, nigga
Ya feel like ya look, nigga
Ya feel good nigga
What's happenin', nigga?
Let's get it
Ayy, let's go
Red paint, inside's peanut butter
beg and drink out your shoes and get they nose brown
Just the kinda man you wanted, ain't it, honey?
A big buff dumb-ass fool with hella money
Down
her what she need
I give her what she like
And then by the end of the night, I'm say-ing it's them
Sweet lips, her brown eyes kill me
The way she flip
take it easy
N****s hate to see ya up let em see ya
Make em down by the next time that you see me
Backup
Lemme get my dollas
Yall n****s makin money
was a part of the plan, get millions is working
Offset!
I'm 'bout to sign your bitch (sign her)
Let me remind ya bitch (remind her)
I am a walkin'
Bitch
I ain’t Chris brown but ima run it
S-O da business man I’m cunning
Step ona scene you know I’m stunting
If I see a goal ima punt it
Yeah I love
Turn up levels on the threshold
If you can't keep up then i will not Catch you
Told em word to Chris Brown
You wanna step up
I'm not the one you step
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