Lyrics:
everything except my belly betcha by golly wow Chris Brown'll be proud
And I need a bag
And I need it now
That money gone double up
When you move out of town
gotta school y'all to the game (one, two, one, two), you know what lets talk to em, Lets go!
(Joe Budden)
Them wolves is out nigga
(Ransom)
shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is
This is all
Mind body soul
9 shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread
squares, ain't around
Young Joc, it’s goin’ down
Kill yo stompin, Chris Brown
Ran it up in my town
Then they ran off with my sound
Exavis where you at?
I
AND it's
Not who I'm going to
Be! I hope they liked it i think they did
Chris gave me two bags of Doritos i gave
Him some bubble gum it wasn't a trade
Just
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
pumpar 2Pacalypse (2Pacalypse)
We do this shit jag snurrar cannabis
Snurrar runt i araban med Chris pumpar 2Pacalypse
I got this shit
Guzzen hon går up
[Verse 1 - Chris Brown]
Yesterday I fell in love
Today feels like my funeral
I just got hit by a bus
Shouldn've been so beautiful
Don't know why I
Big Moe]
It's them boys off that Long Drive
That nigga D-Mo
[Verse 2: D-Mo]
Getting crunk on tha real-a
I'm a nigga be smoking that killa
Because we
Big Moe]
It's them boys off that Long Drive
That nigga D-Mo
[Verse 2: D-Mo]
Getting crunk on tha real-a
I'm a nigga be smoking that killa
Because we
a black barrel
Bow down to the Crown like a damn pharaoh
Look around, all these hounds, but the cat's feral
You can go through gas like an H2
But all I need
niggas know what I mean
'Cause I slang brown, white, yellow, purple and green
And all you faggot-motherfuckers gotta know the routine
Go to sleep hoe,
niggas know what I mean
'Cause I slang brown, white, yellow, purple and green
And all you faggot-motherfuckers gotta know the routine
Go to sleep hoe,
gotta school y'all to the game (one, two, one, two), you know what lets talk to em, Lets go!
(Joe Budden)
Them wolves is out nigga
(Ransom)
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
Tit
I'm off the rip
I had this hoe who talked too much
I had to off the bitch
2-0, Mister Crayola, niggas know what I mean?
'Cause I slang brown, white,
sugar
caramel weather na chocolate
all na brown sugar
every samson needs a delilah
yo wa brown sugar
i like your ka ji magana ko
Brown sugar
you go
to me said her name is Judy
I fuck with Chris Brown but I wanna fuck on Karrueche
I can't fuck with her no more 'cause she got all them mood swings
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you need
Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain
You heard it here first, Nappy Boy Radio (what them boys gonna do for me?)
We love you (ah)
Hey, she want
the desert?
Wild, wild west hurt to the dirt
Anti-immigration against brown skin
Sounds like Brownshirts
Silenced by so called legal violence
Somebody had
You're a therapist
This uh Hash-Browns as you guys call him
It's just a part of you uh
Mr Z
Aye that's Tiga Z
Ah yes Tiga Z
Has to just learn to let go
you need
Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain
You heard it here first, Nappy Boy Radio (what them boys gonna do for me?)
We love you (ah)
Hey, she want
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