Chris Brown Let The Blunt Go
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 f..ckin' 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
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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 f..ck 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 f..cked 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 f..ck
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
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