Chris Brown - First 48

First 48
First 48


Like a circus freak
Hahaha, alright
Where that beat go?
Okay, leggo (Ow!)

Look, gon’ make ‘em clap, make ’em do that
And when this nigga rap, they be like, “Who that?”
She in the party super wet, where the pool at?
I got a big head, so my hat adjust to two snaps
Money to the ceilin’, tell me where my roof at
Your pants too tight, maybe you just too fat
Just a Cheetoh with Doritos, yeah, I lay ’em like du-rags
Boy, I know why you mad, ’cause my chain stupid
And your girl leanin’ all on me
I’ma give her a couple of drinks, and then I put her ass to sleep, haha
Bedtime, if she cums, she a freak
Then you read them headlines that she fuckin’ with CB, ha!
What you mean? I’ma ball out
I’m drivin’ space ships, I threw my cars out
What I call a garage, you call a house
Live in that hole in the wall, you are a mouse
They be like, “Chris, you killin’ it, soprano”
Valet tryna steal my keys, nigga, this ain’t no piano
What you mean? I’m the president, give a fuck about a panel
They gon’ have to change the channel ’cause this boy too much to handle, yup
Haha, all that bullshit, I ain’t hearin’ it
‘Cause I’m on point like a pyramid
And I’m flushin’ you turds, killin’ shit
Only hear two words, nigga sick
Yeah, I’m the B-E-S-T-E-S-T
I’m in that Range, you in that low-key
Off that super loud, the car smokin’
But it’s Friday, what up, Smokey?
Damn, man, all these cameras are bananas
And the waitress hate me, hope she don’t spit in my sandwich, ugh!
Yeah, y’all can’t get at me like a mention
Indirectly, y’all respect me ’cause this boy in detention, ah!
But still I walk around too proud
Neighbors mad at me ’cause I fuck too loud
You would think I was police, how I move crowds
V.A.-gina, two up, two down
Team Breezy, yeah, I’m reppin’ it
We the shit, boy, so don’t step in it
I’m all about my stripes like a veteran
And it’s gettin’ too late, I need to take my medicine
Okay, okay, let me go
Nigga be shinin’, oh, Soul Glow
Boy, look at all these diamonds
And my chain so heavy that my neck be whinin’
Can’t see you, all I see is my shades
Girl, got her goody goody, Frankie Lymon
I make her cum like clockwork
What you call that? Perfect timin’
They call me Hercules, just like a slave, she workin’ me
Know she off that Bonnie, when she smokin’, it got them purple leaves
7-Eleven head, no hands when she slurpin’ me
Then she swallowed my sword like a circus freak


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