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Текст песни, слова Chris Brown - Let The Blunt Go

4 марта 2013 г. Просмотров: 1200 RSS
C » Chris Brown

Intro: Funk Flex]

Funk Flex, Chris Brown

Who you mad at? Me or yourself


[Verse 1: Chris Brown]

Gold chain, gold chain

Gettin’ money gon’ watch these hoes change

I’m in the party got these bithes off molly and they rollin’

Bitches poppin pills like its for pain

In their eyes Im the shit

Molly probably fantasizing all about my dick

Only one real nigga, take a pic

And all you haters, I’m gonna take your bitch


[Bridge: Chris Brown]

Every nigga in the club see the same hoe

With the same friends all they do is change clothes

Try to bowl and they pussies say their lane closed

If you fuckin’ for your rent you a lame hoe

Oops, yeah I said that

Half ya’ll niggas in here frontin where your bread at?

ahhhhh, gon’ stutter rap

Thought so can’t do it like this broke nigga


[Hook x2: Chris Brown]

If say you got to work, why you in the club hoe?

Hell no you can’t smoke my drugs hoe

Now you in the club tryin’ to fuck no love hoe

How you do that there? bitch let the blunt go


[Verse 2: Chris Brown]

Too many cars a parade when I pull up

Glass jaw, catch a fade that’s a chin up

If you aint looking I’m gonna eat your hoe for dinner

She said shes a virgin but I fucked her in Virginia

I ate her at the Supper Club

Bad bitches at Greystone, but they just some runner ups

Now every nigga in here seeing if you tryin’ to fuck

And every nigga in here schemin’ gon’ try your luck

I’m A-1, no steak sauce nigga they spray dumb

Its like ratatatat cross your baseball cap

A couple hoes in your face like Jason


[Bridge]


[Hook x2]


[Bridge]


[Hook x2]


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