Lyrics:
hey la hey la my boyfriends black
Brought to me by emancipation proclimation
Hey la hey la my boyfriends black
Yeah, he's as black as our president
alright (alright)
She said "As long I'm home by nine (nine)
Whatever we do is fine"
I can't believe (I can't believe that she's here with me, nooo)
And god
like Chris
ONG
Fuck all the opps cuz them folks not talm bout shit
ON GOD
I heard you want smoke wattsup come shop
Roll up a wood then roll up to yo
get hit off by any man
No Curtis Jackson, I know he was hated by many men
Is what the fuck it is
Fast forward still losing my grip (hey)
This year got
ride(let's ride)
I'll be there about five(oouu)
Trying to ball like and one
Chris brown diamonds baby so they dancing
Turned my apartment to a f***** mansion
Hey, I'm Americanized! I'm a dipshit
and i flip shit - like juggling turds
I roll with God-Bodys, felons, Muggles & nerds
Inside or outcast we just
from here?
No, ah.. which one is it?
(burp) excuse me. It's the one by the airport... you know... cause we gotta get up early an'.. fly outta here in
night...
Every day...
Hey, we can't really be dumb
If we're just following god's orders
Hey, let's get serious...
God knows what he's doin'
He wrote this
[Chris Brown]
Sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat,
I'll be putting it down in a minute
How long will it take, before your
screaming my
So
I had an epiphany when I was about to write this song, I was like
Y'know what Jay? Jay you kinda nice bruh
By God's grace of course, yeah
In fact
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
Hey, look up would you look at the stars
They paint a picture of who we are
But then again do you know who you are?
I say we are the miracles yes we are
Ohhhhh hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Ohhhhh hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold on, Hold on (Woah)
Hey there, people, I'm Bobby Brown
They say I'm the cutest boy in town
My car is fast, my teeth is shiney
I tell all the girls they can kiss my
I remember camping in Green Valley Campground
And Chris Joyce played me Run DMC's "Tricky"
It was the first rap song I ever heard
And I fell in
Oh, by the way, got a tip for J cole
Just shut your cake hole
Oh, hey Dolan Dark, these aren't memes
They're stolen art
You need to see a doctor,
now (uh huh)
Rockin' all your hot shit, stuntin'
Thinking that your God's gift, to woman
More like a buzz in my ear
Shoo fly don't bother me
I
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
niggas missing
And I'm whipping like I'm gifted
You can catch me in the kitchen, hey
I don't want no brown I want a syrup bottle
I put it down and then
of Rihanna was the topic of discussion
But before Chris Brown, there was Juanita Bynum’s husband
Now ex, a pastor if I’m not mistaken
You can hate on my
of your empty cot
They claim that it was an accident
Recipient intended by the bullet is irrelevant
Still another brown chest that took the led
The story
love ,Iʼm in love Brown skins all fine
[cubreyszn & CMK Verse 1]
Hey
cye cye
cubreyszn
Bout to tell you bout
This girl Iʼm never seeing but been
Hey hey, ha ha say what say what
Ha ha bust it yo
Sometimes I feel like I don't have a partner
Sometimes I feel like my only friend
Is the city I
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