Lyrics:
built
Forefathers made to endure by those who denied guilt
All with their bare hands and the will to survive
Much was taken but you can keep their
the shower
Stabbing dat pussy
I kill it devoured
Blues getting fat
Like Albert
Got hoes they dance
Like Chris brown
They do powder
Bitch you horny
And you know
too were ushered in by ol' Doc Brown
When we made our first debaut ah he needed his dimes
And there were times he'd receive a fee
But he would pass it
her she gon' tell you like this
[Hook:]
[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
She said make luv, just make luv, just make luv to me
Right now (just do it
places
I had it an hear em
talkin' loud behind my back
What was good for the hood
Is what they say is wack
I take the stabbin' and grin
When I'm hit
of that bold (bold),
New (new) breed (breeding)
That extinguishes itself
By markings which resemble a
Wide tie
Directly below the
White collar
If it's
Brown sugga brown brown sugga
Fuck an ex bitch I'll rather be with ya
Fasho
Brown sugga brown brown sugga
Love the way you ride know its no comparing
Jackson I'm gone beat it beat it beat it
Nasty freaky unbelieveable
Bout to take you down no chris brown see the freak in you
Nasty freaky unbelieveable
Brown liquor
Brown sugar, brown face
Brown liquor
Brown sugar, brown braids
Black skin
Black Benz, black plays
Black molasses, blackberry the masses
at the Blvd
Party hard night time like it’s Mardi Gra
Kill em with the dance moves like Chris Brown
Girls dropping down their eagle twerking all around
Big
same game on Ray, that's sad
She left Ray for Chris, she in her bag
Now Ray all fucked up, Chris just lucked up
Ray probably suicidal 'cause he really
ain't got to start, but we cover like winter
We done get it too much, we never did wrong
All night long, yeah, yeah, yeah
Brown sugar, yeah, yeah, yeah,
sisters taught me
That I still hold on to nowadays
Is that you can show your love just by being there
Turkey chili & brown rice
I've been eating good
That
Like Chris brown
Aye aye
If it's smoke then
Them soldiers they inbound
Ayeee ayeee
All my niggas yk that we dropping Shit
He not hard boy that
sensitive) it's just business
With a bad bitch
Her shoes and purse expensive
She seen these racks
She said that shit impressive
Like Chris Brown in Stomp
Just in case you forgot
We go by The Runners (hold up)
Chris Brown
This what we do
We do this
I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money
to feed all the babies
Ladies, I ain't oversexualizing
But it would be a lie if I acted like they weren't pleasing to what's behind these eyelids
In
again, add it to wax
[Chorus]
[Young Chris]
It's not a game I'm from Philly
Go by the name, Young Chris, or Young Gunner
Know my partner Young
I remember camping in Green Valley Campground
And Chris Joyce played me Run DMC's "Tricky"
It was the first rap song I ever heard
And I fell in
[Ludacris (Chris Brown)]
Luda!(yep)
S.g.!
Chris breezy (it's me)
[Chorus]
I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know
pretty brown skin
Please don't change a thing you look good how you is
I just love a chick with some pretty brown skin
You da baddest had to say it again
but peacefully cause we think that peace is only got
by peaceful methods and that to fight the establishment
with their own weapons is no good,
because
Baby let me take you down, No Chris Brown or Ray J
Babe all I'm asking is for a chance to make your mind go crazy
Babe let's make a toast for you and me,
to the pyramids
Cause a nigga built too different
Built this shit brick by brick
Going too big never ever been on some little shit
Drinking some brown, not Chris
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