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Bitch
I ain’t Chris brown but ima run it
S-O da business man I’m cunning
Step ona scene you know I’m stunting
If I see a goal ima punt it
Yeah I love

em'
Back to Benning Road
Strippa bitches in my kitchen with
The semi's on the floor
All I know I want him dead by tonight
With his head in his lap

auto tune 
That’s the truth, you can’t hide Brown fuck you
You know my name, I know you scared of me bro 
Chris, I’m challenging you for a battle with me

world, we call it that H
Since the early 80's
We've been known for all that weight
Cook it in the kitchen
Big face on that Roli
With the stones all in my

trapping
Skr skr, drop top car
I dabble in the kitchen with the magic
Caramel brown she attractive
I get money on the road, in the trap and
Police

your stomach
Then i go 6 rounds with your woman
She think i'm Chris Brown tell her run it
You know what it is
No remote i'm controlling your chick
I have

Kiss Kiss

Chris Brown

Exclusive [Bonus Tracks/DVD]

2007

you need
Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain
You heard it here first, Nappy Boy Radio (what them boys gonna do for me?)
We love you (ah)

Hey, she want

you need
Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain
You heard it here first, Nappy Boy Radio (what them boys gonna do for me?)
We love you (ah)

Hey, she want

Say man
Ayy, whutchu get man, when you got Bow Wow
Chris Brown and your boy Omarion on one song
Man? Woo! (Oh, oh, haha)
We on the track, man

Yeah,

her ass watch it bounce
All the way around, Chris Brown
Imma take it down
Fucking with a king
Fuck a ring
She can get a crown (Come on you know how that

wassup?
And she sayin' she don't want no scrub, wassup?
Smokin' bud, poppin' bub' in a tub, wassup?
Straight, curly, short, long hair, wassup?
Black, brown

International Love

Pitbull

Planet Pit

2011

Blow the whistle, baby you're the referee

You put it down like New York City, I never sleep 
Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy (Chris Brown)
Hotter

Blow the whistle, baby you're the referee

You put it down like New York City, I never sleep 
Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy (Chris Brown)
Hotter

from the trap is your side bitch house
I'm in the kitchen pitching like control yo kids
In them hallways, we out or in
So and so just got em in
Whole

there by the name of William Brown.
I served my master faithfully for seven long years or more
Till I shipped aboard The Ocean Queen belonging to Tramore.

Cripller crossface, true story -
I sold Chris Benoit groceries in 1999
Before I ever sold a record, before he snapped & went gory
Met my idol as a teen,

F Cancer

Young Thug

F Cancer

2016

niggas missing
And I'm whipping like I'm gifted
You can catch me in the kitchen, hey
I don't want no brown I want a syrup bottle
I put it down and then

Chris Brown moves

I'm just doin my thangs 아직까지 기억해 
듣곤 했던 rap songs now they call it boom bap
Wu-tang, gang starr, biggie and pac
새로 태어났지 I was like

Finna line this nigga up
Give his ass a taper
Ain't the type to hug a nigga
I ain't no fucking caker
Pretty nigga in the kitchen cooking
That's my

Chris the only time I'm doing beef
Bruh don't even hit my phone if you ain't talking bout some wheat
When I'm in my house shoes the only time I see

busting rhymes
To investing in niggas selling dimes
On some chris brown shit
Beating instrumentals like rihanna
Jada kiss laugh im gon kiss it better
Is

You know
A lot of things in the world matter right now
Most important thing is time
But we just let it pass by
Like we dont care
My time's ticking

again
I was nineteen with my friends, yeah

Before Chris Brown punched chicks in the face
In my town, at a party at Yvette's place
I was nineteen, which

just surprised by the kitchen
She ain't even seen the whips
She ain't even seen the cars
Okay bitch I'm going hard
I pull up on boulevard
The niggas