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Captain save a thotiana
And I still got the juice now I'm Mr. Tropicana
Need cash by the boat load grudges I still hold
And never letting go I got rap by

and you but to us that’s old news
I set the bar High, I got sum'n to prove
I ain't no Chris Brown brown, brown, brown
But I'm gone take you down down, down

Street Hop 2010

Royce da 5'9"

Street Hop

2009

like condensation, water
I'm a mixture between Chris Brown
And Chris Jericho, where's your daughter?
I'm more than y'all can handle
At the Grammy's

with that Chris Brown
"Don't give me shit!" Niggas
In the streets say
"Kill them all!" Bitch, you know we got guns
Like the Pentagon i'm just eating

I ever knew Cardi was mine (Wow)
I'ma Takeoff, and dip on a bitch (Dip!)
Hit the blunt, and I feel like a glitch
Fuckin' on a brown girl no Chris

buddy’s but the fake got switched out
Bitches called me bummy it’s funny how shit flipped now
Cuz now they want me to beat the pussy up like I’m Chris brown

bitch
Kick down boy, choppa make you sing like Chris Brown boy
Cowboy, make you hit the motherfuckin' ground boy
Sound boy, make you hear this

a switch now
Make a nigga say goodbye like he Chris Brown
Fuck that shit nigga where you at
He tried to tax me and got jacked
556 touch a nigga hat
Give him

skip town
What else can I say these methods been round
Caught you with the yay must think you Chris Brown
Caught you with Kanye you out in Tinseltown

brown came in here
So I’m coming for the crown 2019 is the year
So forever hold your peace and don’t bother say clear

Angels dancing in a druggy brown conga line around me.
I’m thinking maybe I can sneak a sip of Henny outside.
Cause they’ll noticed and they’ll know I

of inches, I meant feet
I took a hit
Of the rat shit
Stanky like my pit
I'm getting so gassed (Yeah)

Call me Chris Brown 'cause I'm boutta beat a bitch
Don't

Chris Brown
Popping on the scene
All eyes on me
Throw a stack at the bar
And say it's all on me
Because all I really need
Is a pint of Hennessy and
I'mma

by the code man we don't love em we don't trust em huh
You just met the bish today already trynna cuff her huh
Hold up wait homie tell me what you

kickin’ me out
But you shouldn’t have a hard time pickin’ me out,
In the crowd,
Even my medicine’s sick of me now
Hey Chris Brown! Look at me now
I’m tryna

until it's
Money in my hand
That's why wherever I go
And they know it's a show
That it's about to down
Feel like Chris Brown
Y'all niggas said see you

a Chris Brown anthem 

Oz got bounce on boards 
Doing tantrums 

This the type of vibe
Make you wanna get yo bands up

I need this, that, and sum 

And I

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

like its Chris Brown 
If he ain't gang I ain't giving dog the get down 
I had to work I had to focus had to sit down 
they left me stranded in a dark but

plastered, laughing after the Birote show
Holy smokes, me and my emotions, we go toe to toe
Kick the chair from under me
Shut up Chris, now hold the rope
I've

I'm Chris Brown
Man, this shit can get wicked, don't play around
You know them percs got him itching, he keep on shaking

He twisting, ain't got no time

concerned by rumors and gossip About the prodigal
Playing with Caucasians to hurdle my every Obstacle
Now don't get me wrong never hungered for Quick success

of b******* a bunch of clowns sit back watch him grow tall than I gun them down Chris Brown clip Hollow tip I need another round shit get deep but s*** got

Brown, look at me now
Uh, like who you fucking with
I wish I would lose to crumby bitch, that's one funny shit
I'm on another tip, I can drag a bitch by