Lyrics:
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
Bang bang,
like Chris Brown
Smack a bitch in the mouth like Chris Brown
When I'm done with a bitch I piss brown
(Woo) you heard-a 9
11? That was me
That Columbine
like Chris Brown
Smack a bitch in the mouth like Chris Brown
When I'm done with a bitch I piss brown
(Woo) you heard-a 9
11? That was me
That Columbine
what's good for yourself
You gotta stop acting like you can Just put me on a shelf
Because I can't keep doing what You're asking me to do for you
Because I
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
girl, the best in the world
Asian and Brazil, but I caught her in my trail
Diamonds and pearls, she say I rock her world
Mink brown like a squirrel,
without a thank you
To my ladies and my fellas
Aw, they kept it real with Chris Brown
I just wanna thank you
Thank you, baby (thank you), you know who
without a thank you
To my ladies and my fellas
Aw, they kept it real with Chris Brown
I just wanna thank you
Thank you, baby (thank you), you know who
now
Don Bronson, in all white like Don Johnson
You ever had to take a shit while you're trippin'?
Balls off, all the homies by the ball court
Shit hit
girl
She's all over me,
Nicky Minaj be my little friend
The baddest bitch up in the club,
If you're looking forward
Sure you're looking for me to let me
you may look tonight
You will see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado
Or Georgia by the sea
Working for some man
Who may not know at all who I
college
Yeah I see you young nigga
Big things popping my nigga
Wooo
My nigga Chris
Man where the bottles
Where the bitches
I mean not where the bitches
to born
Moving the vibe but the youth be on demon time
Now we be out here the children of corn
Gotta get it just by any means
We aint selling our soul for
And he says that's nothing
Turn nothing into something
Calls me up to sing like Chris brown too
Run it, Run it
I gotta give props to Saint
You went hard
feet
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
A little vanity but you're blessed so use it
And you don't need me as a man to be telling you anything
I've been penning this
Just to express my viewpoint
gotta feed all my People
Aint no cap up in my rap
That shit that you be yelling Telling
It be hard to believe you
Yellow valor on the sweatsuit
Do not get
another
It ain't really that hard to just be
A brother,so be good speak up
Don't wait for it to happen,life is
Passing you by and homeboy
You're cold
praise 'em
Cause without 'em we'd be nothin, plus our kids they gotta raise 'em
While we, out and about and seein what life has to offer
But if you offer
gotta tell you something)
Girl you need to be in magazines
With a crown on your head 'cause you's a ghetto queen
Like bling, bling, bling (uh, come on,
gotta tell you something)
Girl you need to be in magazines
With a crown on your head 'cause you's a ghetto queen
Like bling, bling, bling (uh, come on,
(L-B-Dub)
(Y'all know what this is)
Only thing that keeps me up (ha), when I'm feelin' down
I don't know about you, but I gotta keep mines
([Timbaland:] I can't quit yet), you can't quit
You gotta hold on, you got to be strong
([Timbaland:] Uh, my pain almost over)
Look towards the sky, there's
([Timbaland:] I can't quit yet), you can't quit
You gotta hold on, you got to be strong
([Timbaland:] Uh, my pain almost over)
Look towards the sky, there's
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