Lyrics:
to lie
Whities like to do it worse than anybody around
I am not no racist just an observer of life
You could take me down
But you aint chris brown
You cant
Ain't nobody tryna rap or play me
I'll be at they crib wit a couple hammers and a black OAV
Black gon' pay me still get the smack on Baisly
'Cause I'm
could take me down
But you aint chris brown
You cant take me down
Bish you aint chris brown
You cant take me down
Bish you aint chris brown
You cant
I didn't really trust her
So I hovered even
Though I ain't perfect
I ain't above her, I
Don't care if ya eyes
Brown, blue, or green
That don't mean we
I was making rounds in my town
Getting down too much
Chris Brown in the Dutch
But I ain't feel much
Seen a cloud that look like a plane
cnd I wanna
Slide with that heater, I'll tan you
Geekin and shit, boy that's something a fan do
Said he want beef, I'll can you
Bitch I ain't Chris Rock
Try to slap
twice
It just didn’t sound right like
The Soulja Chris Brown fight
#StillMovin with the pound sign
It’s me Young D smoking
Weed with your valentines
But
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
single for a year
I ain't crying no more tears
Leaving Seguin in the rear
Look at me now, I'm not Chris Brown
Cause I'm making hits, the kind that makes my
Ain't nobody tryna rap or play me
I'll be at they crib wit a couple hammers and a black OAV
Black gon' pay me still get the smack on Baisly
'Cause I'm
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
ammunition's, weed, and shells
Just in case they trip in heaven, ain't no G's hell
Sister sorry for the pain that I caused your heart
I know I'll change if you
Say man
Ayy, whutchu get man, when you got Bow Wow
Chris Brown and your boy Omarion on one song
Man? Woo! (Oh, oh, haha)
We on the track, man
Yeah,
to Michael Brown and mothafuck the police, bitch
I guess I got it sellin' nickel bags
I got it sellin' nickel bags
Real killer, drug dealer
I got it sellin'
Hurt my heart when bitches I think solid, don't be solid
Confuse me when they fuck me over, I thought we was vibin'
Childhood like Chris Brown
straight fie!
Who got that hydro
Who got that light green
Who got that Bobby Brown
Who got that Laden weed
Who got that hydro
Who got that light
straight fie!
Who got that hydro
Who got that light green
Who got that Bobby Brown
Who got that Laden weed
Who got that hydro
Who got that light
Lay that nigga down, AK or that 40 round
Pills and weed got me higher than Bobby Brown (Rollin')
T.T.G. ho, (Ho) Trained To Go ho (Ho)
Lay down
prolly say that I'm trippin'
Throw the left hand, you duck that one
This right bitch won't miss you
Beat a bitch like Chris Brown, go back to jail, no
racks
She said that shit impressive
Like Chris Brown in Stomp Thе Yard
Get shot while you steppin'
My niggas likе walkin' 'round
With automatic weapons
and Sparks, we running this rap shit
Chris and Neef, we running this rap shit
The takeover, the break's over nigga
God MC, me, Jay-Hova
Hey lil' soldier
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
straight tripping (Straight tripping)
Blew all ya bread left for dead ain't winning (Aww)
Chris Brown told ya these hoes ain't loyal (Yeah he did)
Stay strap
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