Lyrics:
many flows don't know what to pick now
I got bitches on my dick
Flow hit like Chris brown
Yuh all these bitches sick
But then I come around
Yuh party's
the government
They shoulda knew I wasn't nothing like them other kids
Won't tone it down like Chris Brown
Young nigga really running it
I know they been hating
team and we come
Don't do this shit just for fun
Do this shit just to run
Run it back like a punt
Run that shit like Chris Breezy
All these hoes is
they still call me bougie
You can tell by my hustle that I got good coochie
Try to play it crazy might lose me goofy
Rich bitch vibes that's why he's
palace
Black and Brown boy call me Miles Morales
Love yourself you're always valid
Black and Brown call me Miles Morales
Good and evil perfectly balanced
Cant help myself I want you by my side I cant abstain
Over and over my head it spin like a top
my heart dancin in my chest like Chris Brown on the bop
a Nick with
Nothin' but pennies
You dumb as fuck, you think I turned it down?
Hit his shoulder, made him turn around
Beat the shit out the grill like Chris
All we gotta do is Break Walls Build Bridges
They think I'm Ludacris, but I ain't Chris Bridges
All we gotta do is Break Walls Build Bridges
They
Guess you on to somethin' new
Same way I got you be the same way I lose you yea yea
Chris brown take ya down, I leave shit bruised
Teenage fever dodgin'
it all like it’s no business
I’m goin all the way I tell em all good riddance
Catch a flight yeah, go out of state
I’m with Chris and .45s they sing
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
bitch
I Chris Brown run it (yeah)
I fly around the world gettin got damn money
(moneh)
I'm a ballaholic and you niggas on a budget
(oh) fill a swisher
Bitch I'm rich (bitch I'm rich)
Rich like Chris (rich like Chris)
Lil JJ Rxch Chris going to the top, we cannot stop
Make all this money I'm finna
hear it by the couch?
Boogieman under your bed, not in your closet
Cause I'm not a homo
Won't drill no door hole
I won't make a peep, so you can go
[Noah: (Talking)]
Which one you gone get man?
[Chris: (Talking)]
I don't know man, so many to choose from.
[Noah: (Rapping)]
Chris Brown.
Noah.
I want you to know
That I want it bad
I want it all
And when I want you to know
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’re pretty good looking
For a while
I've been thinking about the past and it dawned on me lately
That my peoples never last, we all just fall away mainly
No more Steve or Chris or Zach,
without a thank you
To my ladies and my fellas
Aw, they kept it real with Chris Brown
I just wanna thank you
Thank you, baby (thank you), you know who
without a thank you
To my ladies and my fellas
Aw, they kept it real with Chris Brown
I just wanna thank you
Thank you, baby (thank you), you know who
all that good stuff it'll be allright won't it?
Hey, by the time you've got this lot in your hands, by the way, we shall have been in the studio working
the peas all mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend
to see you frown for you I'll be your clown
Cant wait for wedding night so I can take you down
Chris Brown Bobby brown
Tender roni lay it down
So much love
Yeah, Chris Lowe
(Okay, it's Fort Knox; Chuck Chillout - let's go)
[Verse One: Chris Lowe]
I'm in line to see the club rock
Fly shorties all
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