Lyrics:
Citibank, MasterCard? I said, no, he's dead. But they don't stop. They go, well, who's this? I go, well, this is his brother, Chris. He said, well, pardon me
the breadknife
Grandma wake up
And scene
Across the pond In a little town
Lived the short stout Bobby Brown
Cut his grass With a sharpened axe
Never paid a dime
(Feat. Nas, Foxy Brown, Amerie)
[Chorus:]
Said it ain't to much for me
To have you next to me
I can't believe it
All the things I do
as long as they can't see our faces
One, Two
One two, you got it
Wootah
Runnin' through the trenches (what?)
Runnin' through the trenches (what?)
Got a Grey Goose for a good price
And I mix that with coke and ice (ching)
2 A.M. and I'm in town
Dance in the street like I'm Chris Brown (dance)
Go in the bathroom and it rings in the shower (brr)
Two missed calls from a phone box
Ain't had a sale in twenty-two hours
Must have been bored if
boy
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down
Nigga I really do my thing
Kind of fuckin' hustlers are y'all?
Yeah
I'm posted in
Okay, ha! So we pop bottles one, bottle two
Bottle three me and D chilling in the VIP
With CC, Kol B and Richie
Getting drunk off of Dop-E
know that I
Live and die for the things I do slang
I use breakin' down mics and destroyin' crews.
1-2-1-2 uh
1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2
1-2-1-2
Hey yo Goldie Loc let me hear some dog (puff)
We gotta go some for the hood that's on the real
Yeah, this is a public service announcement from
This the shit that happen when we go out on the town
This the shit that happen when we go out on the town
Bottles get to popping and them bitches
without you
Lets go catch the sunrise
I'll be at yours by five
Lets go catch the sunrise
Missin your brown eyes
Early thoughts I can't get no sleep
Hate
it feels different
Uh, I only love her if her eyes brown
Play this shit while you play around with my crown
King H-O, y'all should know by now
it feels different
Uh, I only love her if her eyes brown
Play this shit while you play around with my crown
King H-O, y'all should know by now
oh hey hey hey, hold on.
Yeah, that's the one by me, yo. Yeah. {the beat starts}
They just don't know, I'm in the strip club tonight.
I ain't
feeling like Chris
Off of the brown
Off of the crown
Off of the drank
I just wanna think
I got my mind on the bank
And it never go blank
I got my foot
until it's
Money in my hand
That's why wherever I go
And they know it's a show
That it's about to down
Feel like Chris Brown
Y'all niggas said see you
decided to reach out anyway
I know we didn't spend too much time together so I wanted to catch you up on a few Things
For starters, I go by Saint and I've
health
Wrist breezy no Chris Brown
Kingin shit where my crown
I got the game on lock down
They say I'm the hottest in B Town
Deep in the pussy I might
lips,
Shey mo jo Chris Brown se o da bi n pe mo n hard lip
Was brought up in penury n real hardship
But mo dupe bayi mo ti n dine pelu awon Kingships
Chris brown
Phone bugging they buzzing this is b town
If you aint bout money don't come round
Counting all this money green thumb now
Re up in the morning
to squeeze on it
Call me Dolla aka The Black Hugh Hefner now freeze on it
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Baby go on flash me like Girls Gone Wild
Yeah, you the star you
or to soak in
But to have an impact on direction that they go in
Grounded by the roots, hooked to the soil
Recognize the rumble that we're in, yeah, it's
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