Lyrics:
Summer death, slow step
Walk behind the mother of the thirteen year old brown-eyed boy
Attitudes, attitudes
Sloganized by middle boots
The men
What's up Big Chris?
Goin' to the store to get the papers.
Got ya, a little love on this one here.
Huh! Word on. Word on.
Commercial rap
Maybe i found my ting
Maybe i found somebody
Alright
Baby you know how it is
We're not stranger to this
I love how you hold me
Or when you comfort me
Baby
TRACK: Everybody
ARTISTS: Jer’rod, Tha Cypha, Lavana Korr
WRITERS: Jer’rod A. Brown, Chris Kautz, Lakel Saxton
PRODUCERS: Don P, Zuluengineer
you blue
I'm the next, I'm the soon
My suit tailored, I'm the groom
I want smoke, all the smoke
For the gold, that you hold
I need shine, that's on Hov
cocaine nigga Chris Rock
I'm pissed off from hearing Mama cry
At night time by myself man I wonder why?
Watch my lifestyle mothafucka pipe down
Or catch
nigga my sons, Chris Paul[00:48.47]You a whole bitch nigga, RuPaul[00:50.21]Mardi Gras took the top of the roof off[00:51.94]I can't Fuck the broad raw by
pokin', yeah the slab hold me (hey)
Everybody know me (know me)
Everybody know me (know me)
Everybody know me (know me)
Everybody know me (know me)
Hold on tight to me buttercup
Hold on tight yeah
Ride out with me buttercup
Ride out ride out with me
It's just me and my buttercup
Me and my
I wish to be by your side
To stare into your big brown eyes
Talk all night long and turn off our alarms
Then wake up to you in my arms
I wish to hold
By god you're in my soul
Keep thinking of that night and more
First time sweet and bold
Brown sugar with the spice on hold
Figured as much (Na na na,
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
piece
Brown eyes I don't wanna lie no more
lie no more
Brown eyes I don't wanna let you down
Just hold on
Its gonna take a little longer
Take a little
she never go leave (Yea)
Hold up wait, i'm done with that
Talk 'bout the shit that they need (Yea)
Nino Brown, I cancel that
And I been to focused on me
screechin while the eyes tweekin
Black lines - Mark a lot
Got the mushrooms from the cow feces
Flower speaking no out season
Put the brown penis by the mouth
My team full of shooters
We pull up in your town
We got it on our Jerseys
We gotta hold it down
You see the women with us
They sexy red and brown
Got
[Slimkid3]
Aiyo we got five minutes, man!
Yo, yo Brown. Sup, man, we got five minutes
Imani, let's go..Yo, Ro! Let's go..
[Bootie Brown
nigga
Well you found a grade a one
Hold on nigga
Nigga dont trip be cordial
Ski leaving them sick NAUSEOUS
Brown thang, head on that bitch she BARKIN
War
I was drinking 40s in 2006
Playing Mac Dre, hold it down with thizz
Need another need another bottle, need another bottle.
Time is 1:40 gotta catch
a brown boy making moves so let em' copy
Because they can
I'm telling you, they can
The times we feel low, you just gotta take a stand
Stand proud as a Poly
a ride or die prept to die in jail with cuffs
Just like Eve a nasty freak to film in the scene
Now with Chris Brown the poporazzi following me
So live your
Hold up
Liven in the bodega
I met a girl by the name of Alayna
She said she wants to marry me
But her ex boyfriend?s gettin? mad at me
I said
a little nigga by the name of Chris
Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit (ahh)
Knowing he could rap, no one lent a hand
So he went about his
a little nigga by the name of Chris
Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit (ahh)
Knowing he could rap, no one lent a hand
So he went about his
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