Lyrics:
respect bitch you dub I stand on a hunnit you ain’t Chris brown you ain’t never gon run it if I want it right now imma get it stop fronting if the dick too
girls on my jock and gettin' them (oh)
She was the one to slow me down, hold me down
I roll wit' her now, go wit' it now
I'ma grow wit' it now, I'ma
Picture Perfect
Hurricane Chris
Bow Weezy
Chris Brown
Remix
Go
You might've seen her on every cover
Of every magazine but can't nobody get
you to slip on the oak vine
I'ma do this nigga like I was chewing a pork rind nigga
Eminem couldn't get ya to a million on the 'Gram
Chris Brown
She’s my brown eye beauty
I woke up this morning and, everything feel right
Cause I got my baby ay, right by my side
She’s looking so lovely so,
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'
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
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
fuckin' miss
And you know this shit won't fuckin' miss
Yeah, Rich Chris, yeah, he fly as shit
Yeah, Rich Chris, yeah, he fly as shit
Yeah, hold on, yeah
In
of the torment/
Till inkling of performance, still thinking of us dormant/
cnd so it be, who hold close and kept dear/
were left there, won't know folks by next
Brown, they lust for Nino Brown (yeah)
And the fiends they want the Nino Brown
The way he hold you down, when he comes around (yeah) [echo]
[Outro -
(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
Brown
Oh hold up, this yo' bitch
My future so bright I can make Fetty Wap see with both eyes open
Bad bitch with me, and ass & sticks is what she's totin'
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
I’ll be pulling it down in a minute
How long will it take before you screamin’ my name
Oh baby you should rip off my clothes
Officer:
Sorry sergeant we must eccelerate
State department says we evacuate
The word is we must be out by dawn
Chris:
Christ!
Officer
Sorry
Brown, they lust for Nino Brown (yeah)
And the fiends they want the Nino Brown
The way he hold you down, when he comes around (yeah) [echo]
[Outro -
Brown, they lust for Nino Brown (yeah)
And the fiends they want the Nino Brown
The way he hold you down, when he comes around (yeah) [echo]
[Outro -
WY Records (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Presenta
Chris Brown (yeah, yeah, yeah)
T-Pain
W, Yandel
Sh-sh-tah
Hay algo que me gusta de ti (baby)
Y ese algo
TRIPINATION
Written by: Chris Simpson, Joseph Page, Lisa Rau
WITH HOW MANY EVER GRAINS OF SALT YOU WISH,
THAT THE BROWN ACID CIRCULATING AROUND US
Hold on, this sounds like elevator music
Chris Brown
Big Boi
Yeah
Hook, line and sinker, I knew she was mine the day I seen her
Got a big
of rap
foreign on some rims cruising hollywood with your O.G bitch head bobbing in my lap
With my city on my brim, rolling up some lye with a caramel brown
a lost cause
Had to switch it up like a criss cross
And I dance around like I'm Chris brown
But I put in work like I'm Chris bosh
Whipping in the kitchen,
a lost cause
Had to switch it up like a criss cross
And I dance around like I'm Chris brown
But I put in work like I'm Chris bosh
Whipping in the kitchen,
at the beach and I ain't talkin' Chris Brown. Oh wait, look, it's Chris Brown
Just playin', never seen him, but I'm sure he gets round. Showin' love to Sac-Town,
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