all that hatin shit, that shit aint even thick that shit is kinda low I never been a hoe chillin with my partna tha Kici and Big Moe that boy be wreckin
here to hear that lovey dovey shit - get the fuck out! If you soft and scared of hardcore shit - get the fuck out! For those who love raw shit - welcome
[Chris Brown] Yellow model chick Yellow bottle sipping Yellow Lamborghini Yellow top missing Yeah yeah That sh-t look like a toupee I get what you get
[Intro: Young Chris] Yeah... uh, C. West We do this, Joe Budden Yeah, young Chris, what, what? Yeah, uh [Young Chris] To the heart of North Philadelph
my back I blocked your number, fuck that, quit callin' Won't let you run back into my life, like Chris Johnson [Hook: Chris Brown] I'm on some new shit
my niggas is loud in the lobby they can't turn us down [?] I run town all day 24 miles 150 on the dash can't even count keep fucking bitch, ain't shit to talk
Now ain't that much better Break down Every little word She said this, he said that Don't believe none of them lies Please stand down begging on the shit that
ready We'll do everything you think of Wait until .. off Chorus We've been talking for a while Show me how you get down Girl you will think Get lost in the shits
Long I Find Myself Tryna Get Away And That Ain't Right, nooo Lookin Through My Phone Tryna Remember Her Name That Would Only Make It Worse We Try To Talk
be gossiping more than the barber shop. Walked up in the shop, Everybody looking shocked. Why all the talking stopped? Maybe, cause I was the one being talked
the sun ain't nothing new Coming through the west side, looking for the W Still on that bullshit, I can't even utter you Money's all I talk got a pocket full of honeydew That
Timbaland: girl gimme that mm ahh come on girl get down girl gimme that mm ahh timbaland got you baby girl i hear you talkin back, like you got things
[Ludacris (Chris Brown):] Luda! (Yep) S.G.! Chris Breezy (It's Meeeee) [Refrain: Chris Brown] OH OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OH OH OH OH OH OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
click all that hatin shit, that shit aint even thick that shit is kinda low I never been a hoe chillin with my partna tha Kici and Big Moe that boy be
do Put that dough and get your body viewed [Verse Four: Freeway] Let me get five for twenty, or seven for thrity That shit that you hear in the ghetto
fact that B's was tight, we be on Sunday night We had the first family, C and Mr. Chris Brown My niggas DJ and Leroy was puttin' shit down My DJ burns
let's talk to 'em (HUH?) Let's go (IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT?) [Joe Budden - talking behind Killa BH] Uh Mic check, mic check Check, one two, one two [DJ On Point - talking
high it ain't no number it's a sound I'm Jim Brown in his day, toughest nigga to tackle I'll leave your brains hangin out like Chris Rock's adam's apple