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Chris Brown( Christopher Maurice Brown )
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G Shit
Haha, you know a lot of girls say a lot of things to me
Saying they this and that but I ain't listening
'Cause I'm on some G shit young money
Uh, I'm in this bitch till my eyes white
They say I'm all hype, miss me if you blink twice
If your head pussy right, I'ma fuck you all night
The rock star young Beatle, tell 'em good night
Kiss Dada, ice water cash make my dick larger
I sex harder, make you sweat sauna, haha
Young nigga, fuck, dope, bitches from the city
Were lonesome and dose Dickies
B side with the barbie, that's 250
Let her kiss on ma neck but no hickies
(No hickies)
Driveway like Sin City make a movie with the star
Let the lights hit ya, haha, she think I ain't gone get
But I'm a fly nigga I ain't trippin', shawty
So it really don't matter to me
I'm lovin' all these girls 'cause all these girls love me
Under the sheets rockin' body with ya body
I'm a freak money, ain't a thang, thang
And I'ma do ma thang, thang
I'm on sum G shit, baby, on some G shit, baby
Haha, yeah look Louis Vuitton red bottoms
'Cause she that nice, her body stack right miss her
If you blink twice and never compare her to the rest
'Cause she so far, she got security wiv her
I call her lone star, fly as hell, fly as hell
Wiv them French tips, let's hit the water
Set sail give me French kisses
People flashing everywhere that we go ice cold nigga
But the chain still rocky row ice cream
I'm fuckin' wiv them, ice queens long hair
Pretty yellow bone lightning
'Cause she's exciting, I take her clothes off
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I kiss it three times and then I doze off, haha
'Cause I'm the best whoever did it and she's the best
'Cause she wid me she think I ain't gone hit it
But I'm a fly nigga I ain't trippin, shawty so
It really don't matter to me
(Yeah)
I'm lovin' all these girls 'cause all these girls love me
Under the sheets rockin' body with ya body
I'm a freak and money ain't a thang, thang
(No)
And I'm a do ma thang, thang
I'm on some G shit, baby, on sum G shit, baby
Fresh planes drive her to ma jet wing 1st class, yeah
That's where ma chef stay, I'm ahead of you niggas
I skip 1 grade on islands and yachts with ma Louis shades
Uh yeah but like Gucci Mane baby, have sum lemonade
Drink dessert souffle, patron shot straight
Turn a nigga to face hot drunk girls say they love my baby face
Uh but I'm a still keep it G though
(Yeah)
Captain of ma ship and I ain't neva wearing Speedos
(No)
My, she let me bone on poke her
Now chauffeur take her home, put it on ma camera phone
I know I'm wrong but I'm in too deep
Uh, me alone, she fall in love
Wiv every love song she wanna be in love, uh
It really don't matter to me
I'm lovin' all these girls 'cause all these girls love me
Under the sheets rockin' body with ya body
I'm a freak and money ain't a thang, thang
And I'm a do ma thang, thang
(Yeah)
I'm on some G shit, baby, on sum G shit, baby
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