Lyrics:
Committee, pat'na
It's H-U-E-Y (yup), whom fly G five (yup)
And by the look in my eyes she have nice thighs (oh)
What her mama done gave her done grew
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
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
hit your bitch in her nightgown
.223 make 'em dance like Chris Brown
556 make 'em dance like Usher
Fuck wit' a nigga, everybody gon' suffer
Make it
Like Chris Brown when Rihanna got her fuckin' ass beat
Fuck Jeeves ask me for advice, if I'm not reading advice
I'm squatting down, picking cracker
Let me tell you 'bout that jive type
That jive type
Casanova Brown
I met him at a party
He said the sweetest things when he hit on me
Wrapped
Hamburger Helper
Nigga you want to take us like desert sketch, I leave you scared
Nigga I got a partna by the name of Chris, that's Redd
People say I got
the headlines
Blue niggas by the church, sinning through the hurt,kids doing fed time
Chris Brown, ain't here for the guidance, every two minutes more sirens
the smoker.
Drooling as that juicy pig turned golden brown.
The neXt thing I know she was ordering by the pound
She likes the smoked brisket Wouldn’t miss
Bitch
I ain’t Chris brown but ima run it
S-O da business man I’m cunning
Step ona scene you know I’m stunting
If I see a goal ima punt it
Yeah I love
and dad but can't hear you
Coz you just whisper
Hold you hostage
Make you dance
Till you feel like Chris Brown
You know I'm a freak
Step by step I take I
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
dig these bars
From palm trees, to bomb green, if it all seems
Like we're living in the land of dreams, by all means
Forever, rockin that, purple
Boogie has picked
It's just a band, scroobius Pip
Hope nobody'll wanna sue me for this
Chris Brown already had too many hit's
How many people can I humanly
Please don't touch my boots
Cause these brand new
Got me dancing like I'm Chris Brown Brown Brown
Oh oh oh
Swerving through the city
No worries we
wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king (king)
[Verse 1: Jay-Z (Chris Martin)]
Inspired by
shit
Bushido Brown fly Lotus shit
Spit green vomit that grossest shit
Never labeled me the best before but now y'all owe me this
Boy I been bad since
talk to me
Talk to me nice
She said come correct
I said baby come precise
I said
Walk with me, walk with me
Ya walk is nice
Nice physique, got me tweaked
dreams Brown from Africa (written and produced by Oluwatosin Jesunifemi Aderiye (Tonife)
auto tune
That’s the truth, you can’t hide Brown fuck you
You know my name, I know you scared of me bro
Chris, I’m challenging you for a battle with me
her what she need
I give her what she like
And then by the end of the night, I'm say-ing it's them
Sweet lips, her brown eyes kill me
The way she flip
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
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