Lyrics:
it gone be
Trick or treat
Huh... break it down
Darkskin Chris brown ima bout to take you down
She my queen I just replaced a ring for a crown
Pretty
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
Lookin' at this boy I'ma call him McDreamy
I was wonderin' if he got good Dick Cheney
Got a Lamborghini so the doors go high
In a button down Chris Brown
at war
Mama want me baptized
Swimmin' in the blood shore
Shut down schools to open
Guns and drug stores
Seems like the floor gotta flourish
When I'm
Conversation gimme kicks like Liu Kang on her
As a gift, i put 2chainz on her
Chris Brown, got that new flame on her
Shawty say she want a man who gon laugh
to be a princess in the States when your skin is brown
And mama smoothed my worried brow as I leaned on the kitchen door
Why do you carry the weight, she
on a hot summer Saturday
The white lady who lived next door passed by our kitchen window
She was grumbling out loud, You should be ashamed for having a Black
Boogie has picked
It's just a band, scroobius Pip
Hope nobody'll wanna sue me for this
Chris Brown already had too many hit's
How many people can I humanly
behind the dumpster for some cocaine
Ayy, free my nigga Cool, he in the chain gang
Chris Johnson, I swear 'fo God I drop the twenty-eight
I told my
deep in shit you might need to go grab you a scuba
Heard he got fished by the cops don't know he got caught
Now that boy in can like some tuna
I told my
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
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
just hit me on that late night tip (oh)
I can't understand why these broads be trippin'
Can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen
Ballin' in my
just hit me on that late night tip (oh)
I can't understand why these broads be trippin'
Can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen
Ballin' in my
winnin' (yeah we winnin')
Stackin' too much bread up, I think I need a new kitchen (kitchen, kitchen)
Feelin' like apollo, 'cause I been on a new mission
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
How did this happen?
Or more specifically
Please use the next
18 minutes or so
To describe
In a single rambling rant
And in the
Most confusing way
Got a caveman banging on my back door
Got a hang man hanging on my front lawn
Got an old maid wasting away in the living room
Kids in the kitchen
Turn up levels on the threshold
If you can't keep up then i will not Catch you
Told em word to Chris Brown
You wanna step up
I'm not the one you step
Committee, pat'na
It's H-U-E-Y (yup), whom fly G five (yup)
And by the look in my eyes she have nice thighs (oh)
What her mama done gave her done grew
Committee, pat'na
It's H-U-E-Y (yup), whom fly G five (yup)
And by the look in my eyes she have nice thighs (oh)
What her mama done gave her done grew
in the kitchen
look at the globe my team on the map we in position
She want sex tell her come thru have her screaming oh my gosh
Game of thrones Mother
And the lie they told us old
They base it on your race
They separate: you black, you brown
You yellow and white face
Then we further separate by
Joining gangs
ain't with the fuck around, baby, I don't fuck around
.50 Cal hit his brow, I let off a couple rounds
Look at me now like Chris Brown, sold-out shows,
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