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It's like a message of some kind"
Foxy Music
Chill, (chill), chill, (chill), chill, (chill)
Chill, (chill), chill, (chill), chill, (chill)
Own up to my losses, like I own my winnings
Day by day, giving play by plays, of how to run this shit
I can feel the gaze of these serpents lurking
Got
shit to say)
Tell me how wrong I am
So I can prove that I'm right
I might just down 'em by tonight
(The night)
Talk to 'em cause they
'Bout to waste
the emperors name
May the pope john Paul bow his head in shame
Guillotine for the heads of state
Try assassinate where the exit gate
Light up this bitch
Like
do?
(Do the brown nose, do the brown nose)
Bend your knees
Move your head like this
Pucker them lips
Give dat butt a kiss
Askin' for some green
Now
Foxy Brown:
Brown nigga, uh, cromed out six and shit
Bubblin' layin' up with them Colombians
Oh fuck no, I get this doe, Foxy Brown Mama
Jig suits
Written by Dennis DeYoung
Lead Vocals by Tommy Shaw, Dennis DeYoung
I am the modren man
With this guitar in hand
I'll do my best and try
Satan's jealousy
Until my heaven inherits me...
(verse 1)
I won't lie, some nights I feel like I've been forsaken by God
victimized, plagarized like
deep like a bachelor
I turn shit over like a spatula
You know how it goes by now, word to God
Lyrics are so hard they'll be Kevin Costner's bodyguard
of my heart
Man this is silly
I ain't got nothing but slugs for you bitch-ass niggas, know what I mean?
Fuck all why'all niggas, straight like that
[Sleepy Brown]
This is dedicated to the lover (to the lover)
In you... In you... In you
I can't wait, I can't wait
I can't wait, no can't wait
[Sleepy Brown]
This is dedicated to the lover (to the lover)
In you... In you... In you
I can't wait, I can't wait
I can't wait, no can't wait
Niggas like fuck Billy
He still owe me from '98
Oh man you fitting to menestrate
Take this roach now we straight
Youngin' you know mom still eying my cape
sumbitch sideways and shove it up your lonely nights cuz
This is a beat down and I am Bushido Brown
Break, Break, Break, Break, Break
You see this is
the composition like the Rat Pack
I say this ain't jazz-rap, this that, this that spazz-rap
This that raised-by-the-internet, ain't-had-no-dad rap
Yo, I'm good
only be healed by
Brown Liquor, Babe
For this little pain in my chest
Although I know that its wrong
I find my resolve in Brown...
So maybe I'll just
The name Chris Brown from Virginia
Ask about me, they'll tell you I'm the truth with it (oh)
C to the H to the R-I-S (oh)
I know you like it, mama, just
The name Chris Brown from Virginia
Ask about me, they'll tell you I'm the truth with it (oh)
C to the H to the R-I-S (oh)
I know you like it, mama, just
Look around, this is Maino’s town
I’m bigger than Nino Brown
Still living like I have no fear, middle finger’s in the air like yeah
It’s about to go
with a vengeance
Only a boy like I'm Dennis the menace
I got my run on can't finish the sentence
My music linked in from Lincoln to Trenton
Gold in my
Brown how a nigga dance
Bro keeping a stick
Like he playing with lance
You copping from me
Get my cash in advance
Girl I don't wanna fuck
I'm not into
the ice on my neck
They wanna throw a bag on a
Price on my head, got a price on my head
Night when I rest, with a knife by my bed
I'm so paranoid,
Gymnast when I back flip it
Crafted this tracked to this
Feeling like I mastered this
Brown skin black in this
All these thoughts blasphemous
Coles spirit
?)
What'chu like? (Can you tell me, baby)
Why, how?
All night long (All night long)
I like 'em brown, yellow, Puerto Rican or Haitian with
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