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" Other Side "
The man war war
What you say? What you say?
What you say nigga?
The man war war
If I take a life, how can I apologize?
Either it's you or me takin' that journey to the other side
Them boys some punk, them man get me vex
They ain't bad akh, they just got a bad reflex
About war with war, they can't test with S
That button won't press, the man don't press
Bloodclart, I mix the dope with the bloodclart
A wah da bloodclart, bare jawns in this bloodclart
Look pon me face, my yute
Just can't drop out my zoot, my yute
Gunshot right out the boot, my yute
Look pon my shoe dem my boot, my yute
They don't want war
Brap brap, beat up your car
Gang gang on the M way
Man done shut down anywhere fast
Grass, treezy
I'm in Amsterdam gettin' weedy
Whip the work up with Breezy
Still up in the ends, can't see me
Get it in, get it gone
Trap, break a brick with my back
Trapstar but I rap
Got a alleyway full of cats
They don't want war
Them man, they're all talk
Take man's girl on tour
Why you think that she's airin' your calls?
If I take a life, how can I apologize?
Either it's you or me takin' that journey to the other side
They ain't 'bout it, they ain't tarkin'
Move the food like a market
Bro bro with a rare tat
Brap brap in the rocket
Big strap like a car seat
Young dog, you might bark him
We the boys from the back streets
Tell a boy to move cautious
They don't want war
Tell your mate better be calm
Back it out and they back down
Lift the weight, get a pack gone
Trap yard with a bad jawn
On the strip, fuck a lap dance
Ask bro, everything's calm
Your girl wanna take a chance
See a peng girl, yo wagwan
Gang gang, girl I ain't no stank
Take the packs, laugh like ha
Take the what, and left the war
Skrrt skrrt, jump out doors
Uh uh, you don't want war
Bumbaclart, mix it with the rough
Them girl just wanna do talk
If I take a life, how can I apologize?
Either it's you or me takin' that journey to the other side
Uh, I'm with Double 0, I don't need no pass
No cuffin' hoes, the homies dem pass
She suck it whole but might speak with class
Granny titties, them man they're soft
The savage in me, he better not laugh
Get the package empty, them rented cars
Amnes' comin' in plenty
Book me, I be cookie scented
Cause I do the stage and shut down with squa
I'm not sayin' I'm Esco Bar
But I rap hard and I really let go bars
Foreign jawns in my section yard
I'm not a star, but I did guest on far
I'm spendin' money cause a nigga never had it
In my dreams, turnin' niggas into addicts
Top shotta, got the chopper sittin' right under the mattress
The shot out from the gauge of the rusty, but nigga fuck practice
I don't really talk on the phone when I move them things
See them feds, the location change
AKAs are the major pain
Bitch niggas want all the money and fame
But I'll never tell them 'bout the package
Who am I? Bitch, I'm a savage
All of your bitches fanatics
Make the work, do a back flip, I'm doin' gymnastics
If I take a life, how can I apologize?
Either it's you or me takin' that journey to the other side
Coca Cola, my sponsor
Do the math, do the numbers
All my trap goin' bonkers
Play with me, we gon' stomp ya
We suggestin' a turf war
Want respect, you gotta work for it
Word around that the feds on me
I been sellin' dope at my merch store
Plant the seed, watch the earth grow
Play with me, watch your girl go
Kidnappin' can't fix that
6 bricks, that's a 6 pack
2 piece, that's a Kit-Kat
We take the work, we don't get taxed
HoodBaby, my paper good
In the neighborhood where my Crips at
" I Can't Win "
Tell me what did I do to make you hate me so much?
Why you angry all the time? Why you don't wanna ride for me?
Girl, we used to make love, when you called, I would follow
Now the only thing you love is a bottle, the only thing you got left is a shadow
Don't let this shit come between us
I'm wrong you're right
It's okay with my heart
But it's not how it's supposed to be, yeah
You always say, "I'm done, we're finished"
Fuck it, I'm wrong, you're right
Please God, help us
Guess I'ma leave it up to you tonight, oh whoa
She ain't bluffing, she gon' do it
I think it's time for me to face the music
I couldn't really give a damn about my pride
But the way you acting is stupid
You going back and forth
With the lies, never compromise
Girl, if you love me, better prove it
Baby, I can't win, I can't win for losing
Don't even matter if you scream and yell
Girl, you don't love me, you don't love yourself
But it don't matter if you raising Hell
I miss you, I wanna kiss you, yeah
I can't remember who you are, babe
Remember when your heart used to say
"Love me, babe, love me, babe"
I know them bitches got in your way but
Don't let this shit come between us
I'm wrong you're right
It's okay with my heart
But it's not how it's supposed to be, yeah, yeah
She ain't bluffing, she gon' do it (She ain't bluffing)
I think it's time for me to face the music
I couldn't really give a damn about my pride (Give a damn, girl)
But the way you acting is stupid (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You going back and forth
With the lies, never compromise (You never)
Girl, if you love me, better prove it (Better prove it)
Baby, I can't win (Oh-whoa), I can't win for losing
I'm not tryna waste our love
I'm just tryna save what's left of it
One day, one day my love
You gon' realize that you fucked up
And when that day comes, my love
I'm gon' be the same one still loving
How are you gonna cancel me out?
Say I won't listen, but I'm listening now
She ain't bluffing, she gon' do it
I think it's time for me to face the music
I couldn't really give a damn about my pride
But the way you acting is stupid
You going back and forth
With the lies, never compromise
Girl, if you love me, better prove it
Baby, I can't win, I can't win for losing
" Hate Me Tomorrow "
Now I know I'm not supposed to call
You told me that a thousand times
(I know, know, know, know)
Yeah
But this Henny got me off the wall
I ain't worried 'bout crossin' lines (Oh, no, babe)
Oh, nah, babe
I know I'm not your favorite person
It was curt and you got someone new
He ain't there with you (Oh no, no, no-no)
With her sober, don't mean over
Tonight, I need you
So I'm comin' through (I know you hear me, oh)
I know you mad at me
You can hate me tomorrow
But just me love me tonight (Love me tonight)
You can hate me tomorrow (Yeah, baby)
But love me tonight (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
But love me tonight (Love me, hate me)
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh (Oh)
Tonight, if you gotta be mad at me
Show it in a different way (Oh, yeah-yeah-yeah)
And there's no other place I need to be
You the only one who can relate (Ooh-ooh, yeah, woah, babe)
I know I'm not your favorite person
It was curt and you got someone new
He ain't there with you (No-no)
With her sober, don't mean over (No)
Tonight, I need you
So I'm comin' through (I know you hear me)
I know you mad, but
You can hate me tomorrow (Girl, you can hate me, oh)
But just me love me tonight (Love me, love me tonight)
You can hate me tomorrow (You can, you can, yeah, babe)
But love me tonight (Oh, love me, ooh, love me, love me tonight)
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
But love me tonight (Love me, hate me)
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh (Oh)
" What's My Name "
Uh-huh, yeah
Uh (Let's go)
Yeah (Let's go)
I'd like to introduce to you (Uh-huh, introduce)
The future, the young (Future), the new R&B prince (New, yes, yes)
Chris Brown (Chris, Chris, Chris Brown)
Spit flame
And me, stick around (Yes sir)
Ya boy Chris Brown (Ma)
Have you ever seen a four-door machine
When them things swing open? (Girl, picture that)
Have you ever traveled up on a yacht?
Sail across the ocean? (Girl, picture that)
Tell me have you ever seen the stars
Shoot across the night sky from a G4 side
Can you picture it?
Matter fact, picture you and me living it
I know I'm just a youngin' but, girl, I'm in a good groove
Right zone, I just need a year or two
Let me stack this paper, I'ma keep the lights on
Let me show you what a hit single can do
And we can act a fool with it
So much diamonds you won't know what to do with it (What's my name?)
The name Chris Brown from Virginia
Ask about me, they'll tell you I'm the truth with it (Oh)
C to the H to the R-I-S (Oh)
I know you like it, mama, just say yes (Hey, hey)
And if you didn't know, now you know
I'm a pro and I can go on and on and on and on
C to the H to the R-I-S (Yeah)
I know you like it, baby, just say yes (Oh, whoa)
And if you didn't know, now you know (Oh)
I'm a pro and I can go on and on and on and on (Ha ha)
I know I might sound a little out there but (Yeah)
The south of France, I'm tryna keep you out there, girl (Tryna take you out, girl)
Take my hand and we can walk up out there with (Let's go, uh-huh)
Brand new bags, now tell me how does that sound, girl?
It's crazy how I'm feeling you
Damn, I gotta get you to see (Love, whoa)
Girl, ya style is so sensual
Slide ya number and just roll with me (Let's go)
I know I'm just a youngin' but, girl, I'm in a good groove (Uh-huh, yeah)
Right zone, I just need a year or two
Let me stack this paper, I'ma keep the lights on
Let me show you what a hit single can do
And we can act a fool with it
So much diamonds you won't know what to do with it (What's my name?)
The name Chris Brown from Virginia (Yeah, uh-huh)
Ask about me, they'll tell you I'm the truth with it (Oh)
C to the H to the R-I-S (Hey, hey, mm)
I know you like it, mama, just say yes (Ooh, ooh)
And if you didn't know, now you know
I'm a pro and I can go on and on and on and on (Hey, yeah, yeah)
C to the H to the R-I-S (Hey, hey, ha!)
I know you like it, baby, just say yes (Ooh)
And if you didn't know, now you know
I'm a pro and I can go on and on and on and on
I see money, money, money everywhere I go (Ayy)
Baby, I'ma cash boy, so where my dough? (Ca-ching)
Girl, I know when you hear my flow (Uh)
Plus all the honies love me when I wear my fro
Ayo, lil' mama, I'm Noah the charmer (Uh)
Better known as that boy Chevy Impala (Vroom, vroom)
Shawty, we can creep while you in your pajamas
Then we can sip margaritas in the Bahamas (Ah)
Amiga, amiga, let's flee to Aruba
We can ride now, I got the keys to the cruiser (Let's go)
You can be with me, ain't gotta be with a loser (Nah)
Do what it do let me see if I'm a loser
What's my name?
C to the H to the R-I-S (Yes)
I know you like it, mama, just say yes (Say yeah)
And if you didn't know, now you know (Hey)
I'm a pro and I can go on and on and on and on (Hey, yeah)
C to the H to the R-I-S (Whoa, oh)
I know you like it, baby, just say yes (Yeah)
And if you didn't know, now you know (Hey)
I'm a pro and I can go on and on and on and on (Ha ha, oh, ooh)
Yeah, it's Chris Brown (Oh, oh)
Ma, you need to stop playing (Oh, oh, whoa)
You know who you want (I know)
You know what you need and I do too (Oh)
Uh-huh, come with me
Take it back, take it back
Bring it back, bring it back
Uh-huh, yeah, girl
Ooh, ha ha, ha ha
This my swagger right here, ha ha
" Bitch I'm Paid "
K.E. on the Track
Yeah, ha ha, what?
Big shit, nigga
Ha ha, a hunnid or nothin'
Look, leggo
Bitch, I'm paid, that's all I gotta say
She drop it on the floor and this money on the way
I say I'm, bitch, I'm paid, that's all I gotta say
When you talk about that money, pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake
I say I'm, bitch, I'm paid, that's all I gotta say
When the media talk about a nigga, smoke a blunt and roll up
Bitch, I'm paid, that's all I gotta say (Look)
Livin' every fuckin' day like Judgement Day (Ha ha, ha, leggo)
I'm grindin' hard
But this money is callin' the shots
Got that big bank and this money long
And they stickin' they hand in my pot
With this Rolex, I bowflex
And my ears lookin' like Rocky
Better, better gon' head with that bullshit
'Cause I am somethin' you not
Better put your hands up if you wanna knuckle up
Take you for that ride, better buckle up
I got bands up for them dancers
When your shift is up, you come fuck with us
It's a real nigga affair
'Cause them real niggas in here
Girl, better get up on me
'Fore a real nigga disappear
Got that Ghost door outside waitin'
Snap, snap, popo, cameras hatin'
Got my shades on
Nigga wanna talk that shit, I'm elevatin'
All my ladies celebratin'
If my bitches catch you slippin', you'll be tied up in my basement
No location, that shit cray (Ha ha)
What you mean I'm big headed?
Oh, you talkin' 'bout my dick
What you mean that shit petty?
Oh, you talkin' 'bout my bitch
Talkin' 'bout I'm a light bright
You talkin' 'bout my wrist
Didn't know I could rap right?
Nah, but this that shit
Bitch, bitch, I'm paid, that's all I gotta say
She drop it on the floor and this money on the way
I say I'm, bitch, I'm paid, that's all I gotta say
When you talk about that money, pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake
I say I'm, bitch, I'm paid, that's all I gotta say
When the media talk about a nigga, smoke a blunt and roll up
Bitch, I'm paid, that's all I gotta say (Yeah, ha ha, look)
Livin' every fuckin' day like Judgement Day (Ha ha, ha, leggo)
Y'all not cooperatin' (Yeah)
My occupation is to occupy all these nations (Yeah)
Communication with your lady in my new Mercedes (Yeah)
I'm ridin' 'round with my top down
Too much smoke up in her weave
Better let that shit air out (Yikes!)
Better give me that nana
Call me dada and I'll be papa
I'ma be your cookie monster
Gold ticket like a nigga Willy Wonka
But you know a nigga really want you
Bang, bang, I do the damn thing
But then I hit it again and make a bitch roll up (Hahaha)
I own this necklace
Matter of fact all of this my shit
That's my ring, that's my Range
I'm about to make your bitch my bitch
I said money ain't never no issue
Cryin' niggas gon' get a tissue
It was crazy in the club last night
And nigga, we ain't seen you
Bitch, bitch, I'm paid, that's all I gotta say
She drop it on the floor and this money on the way
I say I'm, bitch, I'm paid, that's all I gotta say
When you talk about that money, pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake
I say I'm, bitch, I'm paid, that's all I gotta say
When the media talk about a nigga, smoke a blunt and roll up
Bitch, I'm paid, that's all I gotta say
Livin' every fuckin' day like Judgement Day (Ha, leggo)
Liquor got me tipsy, I'm slow leanin'
Lookin' at her titties, she high beamin'
She lookin' at my chain but, all she really want is my semen
I'ma let her get it, right on the face, clear it up like Noxzema
You know a nigga like me, I can do a rap song any day of the week
Singin' ass nigga, tatted up though, ladies know I'm a freak
You know I'm a freak, you know I'm a freak
It's Breezy, bitch, yikes, a nigga cold on the beat
Yikes, cold as ice
Yikes, huh, Breezy