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Brown, how i'm bouta put it down
Always been it, i ain't talking the clown
I'm the king of this, all i need is a crown
Hold on, wait a minute, n***a let me

single for a year
I ain't crying no more tears
Leaving Seguin in the rear
Look at me now, I'm not Chris Brown
Cause I'm making hits, the kind that makes my

like Chris Brown
Smack a bitch in the mouth like Chris Brown
When I'm done with a bitch I piss brown
(Woo) you heard-a 9
11? That was me
That Columbine

like Chris Brown
Smack a bitch in the mouth like Chris Brown
When I'm done with a bitch I piss brown
(Woo) you heard-a 9
11? That was me
That Columbine

enticed by full moons on islands
Filled with the loot that eluded
Troops of previous tyrant
Devious rhyming, see me when writing
Feasting with lions

up, can't ride my wave, I'll blow you down, you fuckin' clown
I'll kick a nigga, no Charlie Brown
Show my gun them smiles turn into frowns
Okay bet,

shot
I'll clear this bitch out, I shut this shit down
Yea I get down like I'm Chris brown
When that Hennessey in my system, I turn  into Tupac
I hold

Stand down, these mac rounds make ya lay down
Walk down with them shots no rebound
Yeah now, my diamonds dancing like chris brown
We had her first

feel like we won’t get bored of each other’s faces
Let me beat it up like my name Chris Brown sugar
We don’t shake hands I only take a kiss
I know it’s

Jackson, thriller
You say, "don't nobody keep it realer"
Real one, I homicide the vision
Say her name, they gon' get the business
Chris Brown, playing

Never Give Up - Chris Tsuanna 

Composed by : Chris Tsuanna

Lyrics by: Chris Tsuanna/Julia Skils / Reine Sarina / Allen Jules 

Produced by : Master

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

Playa Hata

The Luniz

Operation Stackola

1995

a little mail now
'Cause everybody bump L-U-N-I-Z like hell now
You just a busta brown and blood you know
Chris spreadin' faulty rumors around the town

Borden's we counting
Just a couple K to re route it
Count brown money like shit dirty
Gotta hold on to my 30
Baby drummers with the thing tucked
Chocolate

around
Know this round house it'll knock them down
All my people turn to Chris Brown when he fall down
How we stomp the ground
Want the gold like

these big ol dreams 
I Want to live to be a man 
And not gunned down by the police on my own damn street
Take a look into my brown eyes
Brown eyes 
Brown

She started taking off her pantaloons, Likewise her shoes and socks 
Hold up says Brown, no you can't' do that. No, You can't do that down here 
Oh, you

faster!
Don't get caught by these bastards!
We've been through too much shit
To get hit by the Rapture!
Troy? Chris? J?
Are you guys okay?
Don't leave me

before they settle down
Side by side in a book that's faded brown
Have you ever wondered why
There's a rainbow in the sky?
It's all the tears that God has

Lyrics: 
Chorus - Axgust
Switch and slide like this,  switch and slide like Chris, switch and slide like your doing the milli rock, niggas acting

the crown
Slapping these hoes like my name Chris Brown
Shout out to Rishi he built like a dove
Two hands on my dick call her Teddy two gloves
Speeding fast

Intro
Yea yea yea
ACEFAM in this bitch yea
Sneak in this bitch 

Hook (Sneak):
Sold a whole hunnid 
My Choppa hold hunnid
Counting these bands up
My

someone says "How's your life?"
How's your life?
Yeah, how's your life?
How's your life?

Come on to the weekend
'Cause the weekend I'll get by
Hold off

spoon in his mouth
or a father by his side, the alluring street corner
hustlers, "Stone Cold Statues",
hold some appeal in his eye.
Torn between