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Tpain It's your turn Chris. Let's go baby. I SAID LET'S GOOO Chris Brown Look, i just came to get rid of every nigga, to murder every rapper, watch a nigga come up outta me. I'm stunin hard on these mutha f*ckas, flying on the VMA'S Evil Knievel, the nigga proud of me. I'm drinkin this shit till 5 in the morning, your girls number 1 pick call me Mr. Lottery. I let a hater nigga die, POW, like it's suicide, I ain't givin no more f*ckin apologies. Stunt so hard, that shit crazy, ain't shit free, fuck you pay me. Heron flow from the 80s, my chain on me like we made it. My kinfolk got 10 hoes, 5 whites, 2 black, like 3 asians. my benzo got damn hoe, nigga take this shit i'm too faded. go head and bring yo crown over ass kisser, brown noser, fuck yo luck, i smoke clovers i'm partyin with boat owners. marilyn monroe hoes all on us, Rookie tryna get ya signing bonus nigga look at my chain man i paint ya face, you a clown homie not tryna throw subliminal, my porsche got 4 ... even if its just 10 of ya'll i put in the old school and you pin up dolls yes that shit cray, don't you play me you tryna get on this bus, bitch sign this waiver hol up, hol up, gimme that chardonnay and that marvin gaye shit but hol up, my conversation too complicated this bitch too basic you aint no groupie girl and you know that i wont say shit you got skeletons in your closet i got aliens in my basement |