Lyrics:
Ain't no slowin' down when I'm hittin' it so rapidly
Just known I beat it up, but it ain't no Chris Brown in me
So damn mama how you do dat, dat?
How you
to water vvs make me drown
Ew quarter pound ew get by the pound
What the fuck you need cuz I can get it right now
Ain’t no middle man bitch my plug can’t
And by the way, you rappin' Nigga's,
I don't like you neitha'.
I mean, "either," proper gramma',
Pop a camera, man on that rap, DVD propaganda.
Yeah,
triggered
Guess that's just the come up
Too much heat chris brown and gunna
I'm feeling on top, but they want me under
Run up on me
I got plenty guys
They
bullshit between me
And success
Glass ceiling
Niggas ain't no less
Than tha average man
But still I stand
A lonely man
Lookin for advantage
For being a gud
Frito Lay
Cause ya man ain't me swear that he be lame
Why you dancing with a bum
That just do a two step
I'm Chris brown in a video
And I got me a check
doors
I look for dividends
I ain't lookin' for you hoes
You bitch can't comprehend
Let me put one in ya bro
Let me put one in ya bro
So you niggas can go
on me gotta hold on to the piece nigga
Back up big stepper watch ya feet nigga
Pop em on sight that's a meet and greet nigga
Get the bread I ain't talking
And by the way, you rappin' Nigga's,
I don't like you neitha'.
I mean, "either," proper gramma',
Pop a camera, man on that rap, DVD propaganda.
Yeah,
Me coach ya
I got a bunch of golden Bars you ain't know, Bih my last Name wonka pause it...
Let me break It down like this I ain't never been a Hating
Me coach ya
I got a bunch of golden Bars you ain't know, Bih my last Name wonka pause it...
Let me break It down like this I ain't never been a Hating
shit get dangerous in the streets
I know a couple niggas starving they won't eat again
And you can do it by yourself man you don't need a friend
Ya
sweeter den a lemanade
L.B.W. stands for lil bitch woman gang, minute man
wrist up, up on me, but bow wow gay ass aint got shit
up on me, i wish one of you
got me wondering
What to do, what to say
Don't want to come off lame
Girl do you gotta man?
Better yet girl, whats ya name?
Just let me [x3]
Guarantee
the spot
Run up in the spot
Playing with the heat like Chris Brown
Jumping in the pussy, like it my first time
She gone ride tha dick it's
Ain't no stop sign
hood
Wish a muthafucka would my brother told me knock on wood
Them pounds good 30 rounds good aint no brown good
Ya bm tryna come a suck a dick just like
impressed by a lot
But when she saw me she just let that ass drop drop drop
Y'all ain't even know
Y'all ain't even know
Ya ya ya ya ya ya
Y'all ain't even
Ho tell me the other day she sent a nigga to jail
(Go Grizz)
Man, I thought it was legal to beat yo' ho
Shit, it's yo' ho, fuck
Blowin' up
the be on dat N.E.G.
From the era causing terror
All up on da D.V.D's
Keep a lil P.Y.T.
I'm O.B.G.
Shame on he who steps to me
Im O.D.B.
To all the homies
niggas we done it
My neck be flooded
12 on me, I'm gunnin
We dumping them 7 6 2's
Like Chris you better run it
Came up from the block
I ain't pushing no
charged her ass a whole band like I'm Chris brown
It's still free the bro I know he slidin
Knockin shit down
Slidin thru the city ima big fish in a big town
choppas out
I knocked em out
Niggas know I don't tell joke
I ain't a fucking clown
He ain't want another round
Like Chris brown and fat joe
My light is
Black and brown call me miles morales
But where my Peter Parker
A teacher in armor
Mister Miller
But he pulled the trigger
I'm with the killers
Knew
might just be the feds
Thinking back I got set up by my ex
So why the fuck would I trust you
If you ain’t beneficial to them they gone say fuck you
Bizzy
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