Lyrics:
Weezy-baby, baby what it do, I'm try to holla at you
I ain't upset, but I'll blind you if I smile at you
You rock'n wit young Chris and the best rapper
So
you work harder or less
[Young Chris]
Just give it all to my daughter wit death
Until then love me
Cee and Neef baby give us a second
Stand tall when
to love must’ve fallen on my head
Got a Chris brown feeling she gon take it to the head
Going to to top bitch I got it on the plot
Wanted you to be right by
rockets and waterfalls
So rock right up to the side of my mountain
Climb until you reach my peak baby, peak babe, peak
And reach right into the bottom
rockets and waterfalls
So rock right up to the side of my mountain
Climb until you reach my peak baby, peak babe, peak
And reach right into the bottom
dom är är killers
Dom siktar o sen bang
Mina dubblar siffror
Skickar bilar på din
We do this shit jag snurrar cannabis
Snurrar runt i araban med Chris
God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy and Chrissy
We was kissin
Havana Syndrome
God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy
on my mind it was (Georgia) Bush
Now
I was born in the boot at the bottom of the map
New Orleans baby, now the white house hating, trying to wash
Im on the roll get to jumping like hopscotch
I’m in my jam get to dancing like top rock
Room at the bottom go get you a top spot
Feeling my pain you
stunner shades on, and a tree in my roots
I got the Chi-town swagger, and I rocks it full
Yes, Mudville, baby, we don't take no bull
We keep it rockin'
give me head while I'm pouring in a pop
I ain't going to the bottom, bitch, I'm going to the top
This ain't a baby Glock, nigga, that's a whole baby
getting it
I'm young and I'm getting it
Okay, your baby mama, I ball that, side chick I ball that
Main chick, I ball that, and your dream girl just
on a cot (huh?)
Drug lord, yeah, my neck, it got rocks
I love whores but she love all the guap
Now she in my tracts while suckin' up cock
Baby diamonds
parked by the park
Look Jack Boi's lurking in the dark
I'm weighing up my ya dig on an iffy scale
Get it how you live type shit uhh
Young Nigga get that
Jeah, woo, woo, ahh
[Chorus - Young Chris]
Can't stop, won't stop, Rocafella Records
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down baby
The girls, the girls,
Smith really went and smacked the shit out of Chris Rock (he did)
He laughed at the joke at first until he saw his wife's demeanor
Chris Rock ain't know
saint-like in pure white, he's
Photographed as he walks not only by us
But by everyone else who
Happens to be at the beach
Today young teenagers with iPhones
on and a tree on my boots
Got that Chi-town swagger and I rocks it full
Yes, Mudville, baby, we don't take no bull
We keep it rockin' when we move our hips
Do
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
a day job, while I'm dealin'
They ain't stoppin' me
Straight from the center to State Property (uh)
Young Chris in full effect
And all I need is one
Coming down the 'vard
Acting hard, not fraud
Coming through, Poyo gotta yellow broad
Automatic ho, gotta yella ho
Coming through the boulevard, cash, rock
Coming down the 'vard
Acting hard, not fraud
Coming through, Poyo gotta yellow broad
Automatic ho, gotta yella ho
Coming through the boulevard, cash, rock
the T-Streets
I need 3 more for Chris, B and T
I'm a fool with it, just a young elite
Shit, what the Hell? You can't blame me
This the fast life, get your cash
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