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I’m out here
Hustling
Keeping
You hate
You die there
If you die there
Me chicken out bi daddy e
So ma dare
right
I might just book me a flight I might be there by tonight
I might just turn up for the prize I might I might
I might just change up my life the way
backstage with no fake MCs
Some leave the room, wanna chat about me MCs
Nah, dead that, diss me, won't like when I send back
There's way too many bars in
chris): momma I just wanna take the time out to say that if it wasn't for you I wouldn't be here today and I apologize for all the times I made you cry
I saw the work that I put in turn back into talent
Sacrilegious, I drank out of the chalice
Put stronger liquor in there, give us a challenge!
I
stand out
I got a answer for every single damn op
Ok I've been down before
That mean I been there before
I went from no where to stay
To buying whatever
[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
got a misdomener
Cause I got a deuce-five, and I'm black as Sarafina
Get the hell out Somolia, we didn't call y'all
I can't wait till I can kill all
go, slam, ayy
(Girl, I love it when you doing that, oh, oh)
Pull up to the club, step up out the coupe
With Bow Weezy, Omarion, Chris
Man, we 'bout
Loose my damn mind
Damn I'm scared, nig is anyone out there
Now listen deep and closely
As my voice hypnotizes
It Chris Fucking Travis here to
Take over
like Chris
ONG
Fuck all the opps cuz them folks not talm bout shit
ON GOD
I heard you want smoke wattsup come shop
Roll up a wood then roll up to yo
here to dominate
I got my mans on the beat, shout out to Chris Carr
My nigga Chris don't miss, I call him Chris Paul
My bars is all me, ain't never been
the way, I want it all my days
A lesson on pay, I can put you on game, I got the knowledge for school days
I'm Connor, you Holloway, I work hard, no
Chris:
I knew we were gone too long!
Ellen:
No, I think it's exactly what I had to see
There are some things you left out
all right
She wants her husband
Droppin' bombs, combinin' the club attracts
like the Ol' Sugarhill Gang, King Tim and Fatback
There's no question the suggestion was made
The foundation
"tap in"
Boy you the tap, I'm the Fiji Water
Welcome to the slaughter
Boy you a goner
Terminate 'em, word to John Connor
Black young stunner
Come
this club
'Bout to get wild in this club
[Ludacris]
Hey Kelly!
Oh damn! There go expensive Chris
At the bar behind all the most expensive shit
this club
'Bout to get wild in this club
[Ludacris]
Hey Kelly!
Oh damn! There go expensive Chris
At the bar behind all the most expensive shit
to shoot for the stars and then aim for the moon
But they told me stay in my range
I used to literally go out my way for these niggas
But they was not doing
(Yup)
K Michelle got them implants tooken out her butt
This year, I'm not gon' talk about that other thing (I'm not)
Chris Brown ain't dead, how
looking at my wrist
Your girl hit the No Way Out
Now there's No Way off my dick
Two jumps to the left then right
Babygirl go and add your own spin
You could
Stop looking at my wrist
Your girl hit the No Way Out
Now there's No Way off my dick
Two jumps to the left then right
Babygirl go and add your own spin
off)
Oh, cah you know me just ah seh yuh switch dawg (Yuh mad?)
Cyaan' hear from mi bredda-bredda, Chris dawg
(Ah wa'ppen to you deejay? Yuh know di
as can be
She smiles at Chris and doesn't notice me
We roll inside to close out the night
I got my wife beater on extra tight
We hit the weights, I max it
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