Lyrics:
to the pyramids
Cause a nigga built too different
Built this shit brick by brick
Going too big never ever been on some little shit
Drinking some brown, not Chris
[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
to maintain to You,
Yo love is all Rizzle wanna Gain never bring you any Pain,
Let's slow Dance off Romance,
So we can get it on and Poppin' like Chris Brown
about you Chris??
Chris Cringle-
Umm, alright.
Hey, I'm Chris Cringle.
I'm a sex addict.
Hey I'm Santa Clause, I'm the king of snow.
I hate
she stepped on my shoe
Like a Chris Brown video
She got 12 watching my moves
New girl tryna get right
I said she’d have to wait
But I made sure she knew
a little kickback
I thought that's your homie
But you ain't gon' help a nigga get his get back
I need a brown hair, brown skin
Nice type, thicky with
one all
In all, they gave me magazines, tea
Some better soap than the prison's soap
An earphone radio, and extra chow
There's Chris
Who gave me
[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
there by the name of William Brown.
I served my master faithfully for seven long years or more
Till I shipped aboard The Ocean Queen belonging to Tramore.
dutiful and suitable she biting at her cuticle
Shit too easy dance to this track
Turn Chris Breezy went through the window
I’m good with the three piece
bitch
Kick down boy, choppa make you sing like Chris Brown boy
Cowboy, make you hit the motherfuckin' ground boy
Sound boy, make you hear this
inspired by the greats
Since an early teen I been digging in the crates
Lookin for another beat to break set it straight no breaks I cut sharper than knives
you covered I’m better than all state
On my RnB shit usher that ass my way
Don’t you be on bullshit like Chris Brown say
So anxious like Ginuwine, come
Not Chris Brown but I wanna see you strip for me
Girl I'm tryna tell ya
Now tell me is you single, or do you gotta man
If you do I can do better than
the fuck is with me
MJTV check it out
Sixth grade me was ballin' out
Hit that shit call me Chris Brown
Come to my house but it will smell loud
You're hair
And he says that's nothing
Turn nothing into something
Calls me up to sing like Chris brown too
Run it, Run it
I gotta give props to Saint
You went hard
i just cry to ya
chris brown made it hard to say goodbye to ya
i still remember those days i got a dial tone
tears fallin from my eyes
but i held
Cellar dwelling alien
Bunnin' on the sticky icky
Rappelling off the rooftop to storm the committee
Sickly, getting frisky with your chicky
Chris
played my music in her ears, she was in love with my tunes
She called me 50 Cent and Chris Brown all rolled into one
She wanted some of my genes, so she
feeling like Chris
Off of the brown
Off of the crown
Off of the drank
I just wanna think
I got my mind on the bank
And it never go blank
I got my foot
Nice cool morning for this time of year
I embrace the day ahead of me now that you're near
Yes Chris wrote another sappy rhyme
But the flow (Just so
sounds great
Stars in the sky by my eyes for you all, gang
The Kid Chris
Jaden Brown
Gang
Hawaii sounds good, I make sure we get a flip
Gang
One two three
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CHORUS
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killaz right behind me, that'll drill you for no profit
If you want it then I got it
I will run it like Chris brown and slaughter you without a problem
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