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Chris Brown
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Real Hip Hop Shit 3
Leather jacket, relaxing The movie scenes I'm acting These rappers practice I'm at the plate, enough to bat b*tch Fully smoking locomotive, n*gga, f*ck an adlib In the club celebrating cause I'm self promoted Is it a fire? Cause the crowd smoking! Big Will, she off a pill: rollin' You know a country n*gga hungry Waffle house? Open! But they too broke to pay their bills So they're freeloading But it's cool, sit down You know that n*gga rich? Girl his name: Chris Brown His chain's so ugly that it makes a b*tch frown I'm serving all these n*ggas But who ordered hash browns? N*gga, I be like: yeah I got the check And I just paid your bills, so... yes I want some sex Hah! But first, can I kiss your neck? And I'ma work you out So you ain't gotta stretch Hold up! Let me slow up Impregnate your beat, I make that b*tch blow up I eat all I can eat Until a n*gga throw up 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 I tell that DJ “Ay! Pull up, pull up” Man, I'm so sick of these lame motherf*ckas A n*gga's still shitting on the game, motherf*cka Old n*ggas as the world change, muthaf*ckas Y'all n*ggas still being the same muthaf*cka? Who else, dawg? Look, let me go in, then I count more ends My tints 11, and your friends in my Benz The engine on that Viper 220 And it's green in the trunk, but that's new money Watch: Frank Mueller, my Ruger Cut that shit – fire. I just shot my jeweler! Another hundred racks just to make my chain a cooler Off that Four Loco, out of my medulla Wow! I be seeing dead people Dead prezzies my besties N*gga, we are not equal How you get the big picture Looking from a peephole? My real n*ggas in the back, but “He ain't talking to me tho!” I know you mad cause I afford it TMZ, I'm wiping my ass, so stop recording Supposedly a singer, can't do hip-hop But I just killed this shit, so let the Shit rock
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