Lyrics:
through the blackness
Tauynted by the long days of pain
I am crawling
Falling down a long razor blade
Quit your bawling
I'm fond of all the rot in my brain
to the part where his records
Could 'fford him a couple Fords like "Lord, ain't he gifted?"
Christmas just doesn't fit him, I need my own holiday
And by
(Yup)
K Michelle got them implants tooken out her butt
This year, I'm not gon' talk about that other thing (I'm not)
Chris Brown ain't dead, how
dig these bars
From palm trees, to bomb green, if it all seems
Like we're living in the land of dreams, by all means
Forever, rockin that, purple
[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
I feel like I'm falling into the deepest abyss
Everybody hate on me like my name was Chris
I ain't making music bitch I'm only dropping hits
I feel
look for me
If there's beef cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothin' to me
I'll ride by and blow ya brains out (brains out)
There's no
look for me
If there's beef cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothin' to me
I'll ride by and blow ya brains out (brains out)
There's no
too were ushered in by ol' Doc Brown
When we made our first debaut ah he needed his dimes
And there were times he'd receive a fee
But he would pass it
don't hide nothing from me
(Ain't got time for games, this ain't no hide seek)
Need your integrity when your away from me
(Don't get tricked by Satan like
she quit, yeah I'm fit
So what I'm lit
Like I'm Chris brown with pit
MMD on the track
I like that
They say I abused her
But I just ain't like that
same lil hoe suck dick and get kicked out
And I still beat the pack like Chris Brown
Nigga get caught and go missing, won't get found
He text me what's
just loving it
That's for them other niggas, that's for the other bitches
That ain't for you dawg, that's for them other niggas
That ain't for you
on smackdown
Beat the pussy up uh that's on Chris Brown
I don't give a fuck like she's a rebound
Niggas staying mad like you a broke clown
.40 on the hip yeah
With love on her brain
They not fucking with me
Only young nigga
That glide on the beat
Chris Brown
Got her in heat
This the blueprint
Design and repeat
you down
Hear yo voice my body go wild
Chris brown come take me down
No time to waste let's do it right now
I ain't tryna be romantic
I just want to do
one of me.
Now the immature imitations taken from originations;
Made by tracin', and a little arrangin'.
So perform, if ya still ain't warm; maybe
(uh-uh, uh-uh)
My heart turned cold and baby that's just what it is yea, that's what it is (What it is)
You know the biz (know the biz baby)
Spent
I'm touching your spots like bingo (Bingo)
This gas in my blunt is a pre roll
She said flower can you be my hero (Hero)
But Chris brown said we don't
by myself
I ain't need nobody help
Now I'm just flexing my wealth
Jewelry all my shelf
Monograms on my belt
Closet full of YSL
Bitch badder than yo
at the rate things are going, Britney Spears or the noble Chris Brown, he’s a star so it’s cool he knocks women around. That video with J LO dry humping
(intro)
Sexy, brown, brother, sexy, brown, brother
(verse 1)
Said I'm lookin' for brains, good looks and skills
Step on up if you think you fit
you emotionally unavailable (Damn)
I've never been in this situation before
Got my friends warning me
Got me bumping Chris Brown's old jams 7 days
Just in case you forgot
We go by The Runners (hold up)
Chris Brown
This what we do
We do this
I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money
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