Lyrics:
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
Say man
Ayy, whutchu get man, when you got Bow Wow
Chris Brown and your boy Omarion on one song
Man? Woo! (Oh, oh, haha)
We on the track, man
Yeah,
Everyday dem look nice
And dem cyaa cook rice
Man nuh nyam from dem, so dem cyaa be di wife
Dem a try stew chicken and it tun inna a soup
She go boil
Arie told me, bro you should speak out loud
Like a Chris Brown song, shit look at me now
I'm the voice of my crowd, used to speak just to you
Now people
Chris Brown moves
I'm just doin my thangs 아직까지 기억해
듣곤 했던 rap songs now they call it boom bap
Wu-tang, gang starr, biggie and pac
새로 태어났지 I was like
dude in the room in my groove
And all my women come frequently as the summer's moon
Keep talking 'bout ambition shit
Brown women, brown liquor, I'm
down in my town like Chris Brown we gon' run it
I don't trust nobody, not at all, glock stuffed in my coat
All my niggas we the new wave we gon' rock
the only way he gets her wetter
Yeah, it's your jam now
30 by a cliff, damn, you got to slam now
Met a nice girl, caught her on your cam now
Shared a pic,
I'm rocking the stage
Like my guy Chris Brown
Let's go turn up the music
We're still out after midnight
Baby what are we doing
Thinking of all type
took 'em to the hotel one by one
and we had big fun, uh-huh {"I can dig it!"} (Nice & Smooth)
We met with Greg N-I-see-E
And Fay had a girlfriend named
girl the package
She got that drip drip
A new wave off that rip rip
Chris Brown cause I wanna see you strip strip
And call me dirty but I love the way yo
the desert?
Wild, wild west hurt to the dirt
Anti-immigration against brown skin
Sounds like Brownshirts
Silenced by so called legal violence
Somebody had
Blow the whistle, baby you're the referee
You put it down like New York City, I never sleep
Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy (Chris Brown)
Hotter
you need
Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain
You heard it here first, Nappy Boy Radio (what them boys gonna do for me?)
We love you (ah)
Hey, she want
you need
Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain
You heard it here first, Nappy Boy Radio (what them boys gonna do for me?)
We love you (ah)
Hey, she want
Blow the whistle, baby you're the referee
You put it down like New York City, I never sleep
Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy (Chris Brown)
Hotter
[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
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
never wanna go there
That's unless she got nice brown skin good credit man and long hair
I can see my ex calling
Oh no now my next calling
I don't
lost it all
She tried to put her hands on me
Then I said Siri play Chris brown
I told her baby you like Rihanna
You bad but please put your hands down
Y-Z, this that new flavor
That liquid ice n***a
They ain't never heard that shit befo'
(Go)
This the life (Skrrt)
I'm feeling nice (Feeling nice
Black boy brown boy lightskin white boy
No boy quite like the anime villain
Tall boy buff boy cute smile nice boy
Dre, Chris, Sai, Imran and Dylan
Private, Mary Brown,
I've got her army serial number written down . . .
She's got bulgy eyes, but when she marched by,
I just had to look at her twice,
And me and you, we could get Chris Brown and Rihanna
Oh, yeah
Don't wanna be interrogated tonight
So, I'm going home
There ain't no freaking baby
You said
Discuss these nice by chris brown Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In