Lyrics:
hysteria
No worry her
I got oil and water
Allow me to moisturize and hydrate ya
I don't treat women as objects
But I am a man that can get distracted by
could take me down
But you aint chris brown
You cant take me down
Bish you aint chris brown
You cant take me down
Bish you aint chris brown
You cant
I body your man
Do a drive by on you live with a body cam
Fucking with Feddie then count your bread and your blessings
Fuck over Feddie, they find
wanna pop
Is ya man (man)
On the floor? (Floor)
If he ain't (ain't)
Lemme know (know)
Let me see if you can run it, run it
Girl, indeed I can run
wanna pop
Is ya man (man)
On the floor? (Floor)
If he ain't (ain't)
Lemme know (know)
Let me see if you can run it, run it
Girl, indeed I can run
Bitch
I ain’t Chris brown but ima run it
S-O da business man I’m cunning
Step ona scene you know I’m stunting
If I see a goal ima punt it
Yeah I love
out in Houston, Texas (in Texas?)
That free money Trump gave away ya'll enjoyed it
Y'all ain't been smokin' Zaza since they stopped unemployment
of appreciation
For me helping niggas than the
Pleasure is all mine, you're welcome nigga
Now you from Queens right?
So why you ain't stay over there
And get it
gotta have it I aint talkin bout a riddle.
Chris Brown:
I'm a beast I'm a Blank monster Hollywood livin good need to conquer, Love The money Love
mother fucker)
Wait wait wait
(Breezy)
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Girl I wanna make ya sing like opera
Gotta cold headed dose I'm your doctor
Pink house like
to rhyme
There's still six million ways to D-I-E
I'll smack your P-why-T, with the bun and the nine, nigga
I live me rhymes, why'all ain't Free
But
somewhere peaceful?
It's the N...O... AH.
Baby kiss me, hug me.
The music man.
Girls they love me.
So which one of ya'll gone sip some crystal?
If you ain't
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
hear 'em whispering " dat ain't a man
Shit that's her"
She roll with them G Unit niggas
That's what's up
Disrespect me, I'll have niggas blast ya up
Take
said on ya records if you ain't about it
I'm teaching that til they release me
Wether spoken out in public or ya mp3s
At the shows, big screens, or ya
[Pimp C]
Comin through, bumpin' screw, blowin' sweet red hair
Dickey's slippin' I ain't trippin it's a family affair
If ya click ain't brandin'
of dawn
Now I got a man coming on right now
He's guaranteed to throw down
He goes by the name of Wonder Mike
Come on Wonder Mike do what ya like
I
(ayy, peanut butter)
They seein' me, but I don't see them suckers (see them suckers)
I ain't gon' lie, man my shit tight (tight)
Hoes jockin', got 'em
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
a hundred Haitians
I'm a hot nigga by affiliation
Look, fresh up out the county, I done did a lil bid
Let the popos run up on me, I won't tell them
of dawn
Now I got a man coming on right now
He's guaranteed to throw down
He goes by the name of Wonder Mike
Come on Wonder Mike do what ya like
I
fight, for the government's political prisoners
They are locked up falsely by this white man
So tell me why you
Changed to choose a new direction, in
with that Chris Brown
"Don't give me shit!" Niggas
In the streets say
"Kill them all!" Bitch, you know we got guns
Like the Pentagon i'm just eating
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