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Fucking on yo honey boy I been 100
I been 100
Get you merk for 100 I run it
Chris Brown on them hoes
Designer all over my clothes
Neck and wrist really

the top and they hope that I fall
I think I'm Vageta, I'm dragging my balls
Bitch I'm back on my shit, Chris Brown with the flips
I get the cheese then I

Dominican Chris Brown
Everywhere I go is hella bitches with tits out
Over the years seen a lot of niggas hit this route
They disappearing, I'm like where you

of Rihanna was the topic of discussion
But before Chris Brown, there was Juanita Bynum’s husband
Now ex, a pastor if I’m not mistaken
You can hate on my

still in amazement by how my nigga just blazing
So much money we making we just toss and just waste it
On bullshit making rain like Wayne and Fat
Got my

of Rihanna was the topic of discussion
But before Chris Brown, there was Juanita Bynum’s husband
Now ex, a pastor if I’m not mistaken
You can hate on my

said and done
Tag me in like we playing games in primary school
Just like Chris Brown, I'm a light skinned guy who's making moves
I'm beating all these

you down like I'm Chris brown
Show you moves you ain't see before
Where I learn this girl this is from a porno
I swear I had it like a minute ago
She

being broke is my rival
I want my money to tower, like Eiffel 
I want my diamonds to dance, just like Michael
A dynamic duo, like Chris Brown and Tyga
All

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'

on the plan
Step by step
Day by day
Yea, My house is full
Can you peep the poker face 
Yea, I'm not about to play
I gotta win the game
Livelihood at stake
Big

funny
Ain’t it funny (a-ha a-ha)
Ain’t it funny
Ain’t it funny
Don’t you really think it’s funny
You lookin’ like Chris Brown
Like ‘Look at Me Now’
You

and better than ever and on the last seat
To take off not even ray rice can drag me down
Feel like Chris Brown all y'all haters look at me now
Me goin broke is

coming through, yea
Baby, baby girl I'm coming through, yea
Baby girl I got that hallelujah, call me chris brown
You call me bryson, biting on your ear,

hit the Chris Brown
Chunking up the deuces
Niggas throwing shots but they missing till they missing
Oh you called? I'm too busy in the city
Must have

the morning
Either you down with the force or humming
These niggas 2/0 moe that's when you dub em'
Chris Brown, tell em' run it
Trey pound, figure fuck it
Fuck

jeyib Chris brown ou Tyga
B fghaya fghaya
Fghaya gang faghaya gang faghaya gang
I'm Too sexy for ur babe
Too sexy bdakhen vape
Bgho Broski one oh one tyeb

Slide the mag smooth in
Said she like the trap house
And she tried to move in
Told that bitch
I wouldn't make 2cents
With my face screwed in
Chris brown -

a kick stand these lines hit like I pitch brown
Dank dancing like Chris my opps on edge like it's pits round
The Pedigree real lock down like Beverly they

Big butt, great smile
Chris brown, take down
I could say less, you prolly get the breakdown
Small spot, great crowd
No hands, face down
Never met

but a Creator's gifted hands
As in, I hear heaven when I think of you
It sounds like that Chris Brown song we sang as kids
As if we knew the magnitude

thang
Go 'head do your thang, yea, do your thang, do your thang, yea, do your thang
Go 'head do some'n strange for some change, baby
By the end

she used to work at that strip club
Tried to turn a hoe into a housewife but it happens when you think
That you're in love I'm a Chris Brown that pussy

tracks a hit
Pass the wood like Chris Brown so it hits
I'm an Angel Ohtani I pitch green that hits (Freestyle off the dome!)
Fucking a bitch right now