Lyrics:
ya ass
Me and Chris in the burban trying to catch ya ass
It's all good find reasons and we go set ya ass up
Pitcure me purchasing ya tape cover
ain't get pu-bli-ca-ted
But its okay man
Flows stay
Ac-ti-va-ted
And if they judge by the company
You keep
Company doing no good
Then what's to really go
Dialogue
Mike, Mike pick up the phone man.
This is Roscoe, down here at the club punk.
Come on man I'm throwin' a party tonight, man ya got ta be
Gotta keep the glocky in the bag beside me
In case these dumb lil bitches tryna try me
I'm a nice guy, I ain't tryna catch a homi
Shoot up ya block, Uber
the world
Only let's me know that I'm loved
By so many other motherfuckers that ain't you, and it's bugged
'Cause you keep fuckin' with us, we keep
Chris brown
Aye aye
If it's smoke then
Them soldiers they inbound
Aye ayeeee
Yea Fuck nigga yk how I'm coming
Fresh asf bitch yk ain't bumming
If
Pen in my hand, did it again
I got a hater that really done been a fan
Guess we don't member it the same like Shazam
cye, you ain't a man like Kazaam
of thousands of dollars, they still dropped us
We giving niggas what the fuck they want
A holocaust, stomping niggas with a Thousand Man March
I ain't living
of their dick
Men'll only ever steer ya wrong
Look what happened with Ameer Vann
Let's talk about this now
Since everyone forgot about Chris brown
Men only
need each other more than ever, don't leave me by myself..
[Chris]
Young Chris... (check it)
Young Neef..
Together for ever, Neef & see
I give
, I ain't tryna stop ya
(Shine) From my head down to my shoes
(Shine) Skritin' on twenty-two's
(Shine) Check my baby mama
(Shine) Whip Rovers, not
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Layin here
All out of ideas
Ain't picked up the phone
In so damn long
I got the lights off
And I aint sleep bout a week
You
the fuck up! Matter of fact, hold on
I know this nigga ain't just put, put me on hold man
This bullshit-ass elevator music
Free, pick up line five
ya head, nigga!
Me and the homies
Sag all the way to the liquor store
Where my niggas pour up 4 and get twisted some more
Me and the homies
I ride
screechin while the eyes tweekin
Black lines - Mark a lot
Got the mushrooms from the cow feces
Flower speaking no out season
Put the brown penis by the mouth
peace why I blast that B tell em move to the left
Nigga ima man by myself did it on my own no help
Be real with ya self nobody ain't gone give you shit
But wholetime
Man I'm tryna greater
Took a trip Miami
And met Teyana Taylor
Marlon told keep working
Yeah nigga the Wayans
I ain't playing
Really bout
a Quest if the players ain't willing?
What is a pence if you don't have a shilling?
Excuse me if I'm chilling, hey what, say what
What's a fat man
Had to be me I ain't got time for disguise
Disguise telling lies
Leeching like insects
Talking bout them flies
And also them rejects
Grew up in projects
Bet it up, bet it up, bet it up
Girl I said bet it up bet it up
And ya betta tell ya man to get his cake up
Ya man lame, you should come wit' me
wasting ya food
You ain't got any exposure, no one hating on you
Pulling out the gat now I'm finna let the shells spray Estarossa darkness in me, now I'm
Kong beatin on my chest
Leave and find ya girl gone somewhere feelin on my chest peace
Shame that you test me
Don't leave yo main bitch next me
Bitch I
beating me
Bando boy swear to god ain't nobody beatting us
Don't make me ride thru flipping stuff
Tell ya mans shut up put his hands up
Choppa made him get
tryin' to get closer
I just need me more exposure, on a good day I might pour up
I ride around with some soldiers, that fuck around and explode ya
Kaboom,
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