Lyrics:
Don't try too hard
Just take it easy
N****s hate to see ya up let em see ya
Make em down by the next time that you see me
Don't try too hard
Just
I'ma tell you like this, trick: you can have her
(You can have her)
[ VERSE 2 ]
I gotta do what I gotta do
Baby girl's through, so I need somethin new
Aye, Chris Fresh, Lil Boat, Chris Fresh, Lil Boat
Yeah and I'm tired of all you pussy ass niggas hatin' on boat
Cause y'all see that nigga shinin'
"Don't you chew that food unless you would eat that shit for a next time"
I made too much money with Roc Nation
For niggas to be thinkin' I can't
Pettiness gone from side
I thought had lost myself but found the me inside
With you I couldn't grow in direction I needed to go
So Like Chris Brown I had
Performing in front of the fans, they had their hands waving
This is all I ever wanted, this is all I'm craving
Me and my boy Chris shot the game
Two
quitters quitters duly note.
When life ties you down beloved chew the rope.
If you swimming in lemons get em by the throat.
squeeze em to the pulp a fill
gangster having an oh w having fun by the night ain't done
It's time for the hit and run
But you best believe I'm Brown and proud (Brown and proud)
It's
down
And you gone fall in love, singing Brandy Chris brown
No I'm not Bydu, but when I do say I do, didn't cha know I was talking to you
You watch my
the dicks
Neef, keep somethin' on me, extended clip
'Cause I rather be judged by twelve then carried by six
And I can show you how to do this shit
Get ya
missing
Just like the roof is, riding in that Chris Brown
Two seater deuces, peeling like I skip town
Pocket full of brick money, neck full of black gold
you to slip on the oak vine
I'ma do this nigga like I was chewing a pork rind nigga
Eminem couldn't get ya to a million on the 'Gram
Chris Brown
Chris and Neef, we running this rap shit
(Watch out! We run New York)
I know you miss it Nas, the (fame!)
But along with celebrity comes 'bout 70
Backed up greenhouse Effect 2
Shout out to Justin Bieber
Chris Brown, what up?
Bass loud, hands up
I don't really give a fuck
They say I ain't old
in one ear
Out the next
Yo
Say I am elitist
Fuck that
Let the music speak
Woah
Straight White Male
By default I'm an asshole
Straight white
to fuck
Call me Chris Brown I'll beat that shit up
It ain't my fault your girl is a slut
Oh wait wait wait you can't really say that
That shit too explicit
-0-0 pounds
I have brown hair and green eyes
I enjoy writing songs, painting, movies and diner food
I have two brothers, Chris and Graham
and two parents, Paul
I body your man
Do a drive by on you live with a body cam
Fucking with Feddie then count your bread and your blessings
Fuck over Feddie, they find
Jeep, beep, beep
Weed cheeched
By the beach, seated next to Katie Leech
Then went home and made a beat
Me and Sticky rapped to it, f4!
Back when Zack B
herself a time or two.
No matter how satisfied her scream sounds she always wants someone new.
The next him or them or her or all to the rest of them all
with Knowing that the last time you spoke was the last time you'd see him
Next day, Chris called me and told me I got vexed
Till it all just sunk in -
far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it out
Well,
far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it out
Well,
she's gone, you can't buy love without game
The Shuga gotcha, lame!
Sweet Brown Shuga!
Tell 'em 'bout me baby, Sweet Brown Shuga!
Tell 'em 'bout me
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