Lyrics:
you (x4)
Verse 2:
Have mercy!
Nowadays I got them other niggas acting thirsty
Bless the sky, energy created by my third child
Swerve wit it, get
and two inside there
Oh, what a confusion! Ooh, yeah, yeah!
What a botheration! Ooh, now, now!
Who is Mr Brown? I want to know now!
He is nowhere
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
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
need each other more than ever, don't leave me by myself..
[Chris]
Young Chris... (check it)
Young Neef..
Together for ever, Neef & see
I give
and perfected the grind (grind)
Makin' million dollas moves six figa checks will get signed (signed)
Slim Thug you up next to shine and I can't even lie
Wit me
and perfected the grind (grind)
Makin' million dollas moves six figa checks will get signed (signed)
Slim Thug you up next to shine and I can't even lie
Wit me
it trill (keep it trill)
She at the bar, she lookin nice, she on da pill
And she got two more wit her ready so tell me how you feel (hol up)
See
much thinking
MC's are blinking the third eye
When I pass by
Mackalicious got the sweet potato
Fried for you motherfucker
I touch the microphone i do
two weeks before Chris
Before Chris stopped coming in, I guess I'll say
We were told to never look into the belt
The little TV that usually did
reconciling with you?
Quite honestly I'd rather sit with you in silence of rooms
Painted with stylings of the clever minds who lie to both the two of us
body on lockdown
Sippin margarita while we listen to some Chris Brown
You said "baby I'm on top" I said "next round"
I know we movin too fast but
She
on some crook shit
Look bitch I ain't gon tell you again
We ain't partners, homies, we sure ain't friends
Cause I'ma knightmare
[Chorus: Chris Gun]
me
Feel like Chris Brown
Ion fuck with Chris Brown
If you tryna cross the street
Say ya prayers now
Or just hold ya heat
You married to the street
got me back snapping necks again
So you better call your family
And your next of kin
'Cause when we go to war, nigga
It's like a Mexican
I cut your ass
think I'm the highest
That ain't in the industry I remain private
Girl what you offer you know I'm the client
Listen to Drizzy or even Chris Brown so
I
your ass and slam
He watched me so I wouldn't get jumped by shorty's fam
Roaches of weed all over my crib, him and moms relaxing
Next thing you know
Shot the Glock and got around I play with lethal weapons
Fire in my beat like the streets in town
Smooth with the moves, like my man Chris Brown
King
tab
When I run into Chris Brown and he laugh cause he know what you know
What I don't, it make me feel like I don't know your ass
I just had to hide,
hit the pole
Slowing you down with the pole
You talking way too fast
You ain’t got no track
Record in this bitch
No accolades next to me (None)
All my
You know
Life is good, man
Life is good
Yeah
Told you
I told you (I told them niggas)
Can't fuck with me, nigga
For real (brrt)
Yeah (brrt,
on top and two is laughing
Oh, what a confusion
Ooh, yeah, yeah
What a botheration, ooh, now, now
Who is Mr. Brown? I wanna know now
He is nowhere
Chris Brown's debut
Ain't heard bars like this since "a mili" who they kidding
Who they killing ain't mine busy unless they tryna hit me
Try to take shots
for a second
Or maybe a minute or two
I swear that im in this with you
Im down for the long walks, and the long talks or maybe a dinner for two
So
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