Lyrics:
dogs like I'm making Chinese, food
Rude only when I gotta be
Sometimes I gotta tell myself
Not to bother me
"Tell Lil Wayne not to bother Weez!"
Shawty
it's the tenth Round
And my diamonds be dancing
Like Chris brown
Aye aye
If it's smoke then
Them soldiers they inbound
Ayeee ayeee
wicked
Man get smoked like green no spinach
It's like this MC want me to spin him
Need a W for the whole team
Gotta get that by any means
Spray one bar
[Ludacris (Chris Brown)]
Luda!(yep)
S.g.!
Chris breezy (it's me)
[Chorus]
I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know
chicks with you gotta be your kin
Babe, pretty thick with the kick that's sick
That need to be hit, so tell me what y'all gon' do
I got friends
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Man I swear it don't matter if it's the light, night time
We be movin' man, breaking it down for real
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
chicks with you gotta be your kin
Babe, pretty thick with the kick that's sick
That need to be hit, so tell me what y'all gon' do
I got friends
feet
You see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown
The purple and yellow, but first, I gotta
changed
Why should I be ashamed?
It's still my thang
You never know what I'm gonna do
If you think that I'm gonna slip, you're a fool
Hey yo, could you
pounds
I have brown hair and green eyes
I enjoy writing songs, painting, movies and diner food
I have two brothers, Chris and Graham
and two parents, Paul
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
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
little brown eyed
It's me and you forever
Girl you're staying by my side
[Chorus]
Could you be my brown eyed girl, baby you're a stunna'
Saw you
the T-Streets
I need 3 more for Chris, B and T
I'm a fool with it, just a young elite
Shit, what the Hell? You can't blame me
This the fast life, get your cash
feet
You see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown
The purple and yellow, but first, I gotta
Tell my team yea you know who you're about
That's me zay mikey brown and chris P so please believe
N*** out here don't show no love
Made it from
These suckas be so two faced
Suckas act so gemini
These all so two faced
Suckas act so gemini
Them suckas be so two faced
They throwin shade man im
Shawty gotta good head on her shoulders
Dear brown girl Dear brown girl
(Dear brown girl Dear brown girl)
(She catch all eyes, she catch all eyes)
that you're fake
You keep asking, I just tell you
I don't want friends anyways
It's alright when I pull up
On yo' man anyway
I will fight when I pull up
One, two
Yes, The Roots layin' back, real-xin
Coolin' out with my man Malik be
We call him Sla-xon
Ya know what I'm sayin? We in effect
Mo like
verse on Brown Stains
We gotta do it again let me
What are you doin'?
Just goin' in, man, you know
Gon' body some shit cuz
What kinda draws are you
why'all know why'all heard of him
Niggaz can not serve him, not see him when he floatin' by, windows be dark tinted
Stop playing thinking you touch him,
out a check for eight hundred dollars
Jigga Man, holla
1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at your boy
Whassup Sig? This Chris out the Young Guns dog
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