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FAKE)
You lied so much
We can't even be homies
Don't know me (NAH)
And them kids is bad as shit
(EMBARRASSING)
Chris Brown Drake
They got No Guidance
I'm

momma but they’re just hoes my nigga. She ain’t loyal, she ain’t loyal you heard Chris Brown my nigga. She get around like a Ferris wheel she kiss girls

even know her last name
Had a couple women that would ask me bout my last main
Just know we've broken off things and

On my mind been brown baby
Think

on the recording stuff
You know as e dey be na
And I'm out of this bull shit (Y.C.B ah ah)
But let me talk to him (Young Chris Brown was sup)
Ahn ahn let me talk

wanna be like Chris Brown
Fuck nigga I don't do no dance
I'm all about the money
Fuck you think clout chasing ass niggas they lame
Fuck I'm bout to ball

your block ,you look like Cheerios 
Skrrttt off ina vette ,waving bye adios
Pussy
I bet you scared now 
You can Tell by my face we ain't gone play around

different no we never gon fail
Know that you ain't bout your money never gon make a sale
Heard they tryna come at me I hope they try me today
I know that she

blasting
Rapping like this issa habit
Feel like I said a racial slur, boy I'm finna wreak havoc (finna wreak havoc)
If you slain by the gang, yeen ain't

her legs divided
Imma take your bitch to Ruth's Chris, y'all gon' go to Sonic
Pop a Perc and I get too high, I be floatin' by 'em
Nah brodie that ain't

using Hellblaze
Glock got a beam and I'm blasting it in Cell's face I bet you Chris Brown'll be the one to run Videl's fade
He be lacking on the streets,

through yo hood to crush you
Stomp on your lane, stomp on your brain, that's just my Westbrook shuffle
You was my dog, it broke my heart to see you flip

dancin might give her a tip
If we in the club we in vip
We blow in on gas by the zip
I ain’t hearing shit close yo lips On God
Fso all that I got ON god

we made up, but shit ain't da same
My luck with roommates, I sure hope it change
Year 21 ain't been much better
After this hook, Ima have to let up

nowhere 
Bitch broke my heart Ain't J or Chris but felt like I ain't have no air
Don't waste my time I got money to make I ain't got none to spare
Nigga

What You Lookin' For

Tear Da Club Up Thugs

Crazyndalazdayz [Clean]

1998

phone, just got paged by a curly curly
Hit me on my horn three times if you want the crack
But fool don't be paging me no more for no credit sack
Sipping

a nose bleed, 
SCREAMING there ain't no place like home, with no keyes,
.wish I had a brain, a little dome'd be sweet, 
.my lady wants the same, eh guess

THIS TIME
Written By Wendell Hayden, Aarin Griffin 


Woah, woah, woah 


Yeah, you don't got no heart in the summer 
Don't wanna be involved any

the bomb like Saddam Hussein
That I'm trying to maintain the stress on my brain
Police always think we're trying to get themselves
But we up in the store

No Question

Future

The World Is Yours

2018

Used to get it by the mailbox
Hunnid bands on a wrist watch
Dumb bitch blow the brains out

It's a blessing (what)
I was broke but now I'm flexing

brown and sexy
Touch me, tease me, please me, just don't test me
I'm the bar, my weight up, you can't press me
Legendary bloodline, my ancestry, ooh,

you a chain
Straight to the racks
I'm a warrior like Kevon Looney
Fuck around and breakdance to it
This shit hella groovy
Ain't a snake nowhere by me

on the nose with a boop
Scoring always makes me want to eat that wanton soup
Soaring in a mood look at me now, wow
Bustin a rhyme like Chris Brown, wow
More in

Shot the Glock and got around I play with lethal weapons
Fire in my beat like the streets in town
Smooth with the moves, like my man Chris Brown
King

his brain shit
Bet imma catch a stain quick
She want some red bottoms
She acting bougie
And I want a hundred bands
She want some red bottoms
Ain't buy