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Skupina:	CHRIS BROWN
Album:	Miscellaneous
Leto:	2011
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[** feat. T.I., Drake, Kanye West, Fabolous & Andre 3000:] [Drake:] What you mean I ain't call you* I hit you when I landed I'm waitin' in my hotel room Seems like we arguin' more And it's gettin' less romantic yeah I think she'll be able to tell soon But I'll fuck you right I will I'll fuck you right I will I'll fuck you like no one Has ever ever made you feel I mean it's part of our Relationships amazin' still I might just put up with the arguin' And stay for real You lookin' bad Girl for goodness sake You with all those curves And me without no breaks Ouu I'm willin' to work it out However long it takes you You feel like you miss those happy Days well girl that makes to of us Our timing is wrong Your friends always tying up Every line of your phone Yeah but tell them bitches that You'll always be my missus And the hardest part about The fucking business is Minding your own Uhh, and everytime I try and break it off We just yell until we tired Then I break you off It's useless all this fighting Let's get past it now Even when I throw them deuces You just send it back around [T.I.:] Your wrist and fingers glisten Ice cold like michigan Aye look at what we living in Here we go with this again I just keep on talkin' But I guess that you anit listenin' Rather Run around With them nothin' ass bitches then Gon on, Got me hot Smoking like a chimney We used to be best friends Now it seems we finna be enemies Deep inside it's killing me But soon it's gon be killing you To see her in that two seater Now that's gon hurt your feeling's boo Ah ha, didn't you Think you would be over me By now so you go Sleepin' with them clowns They are no relief She spoke her piece I know, capisce So love must be let go, released Into the wind but again again Them deuces I must throw ya peace [Kayne West:] You know what yo You a Bitch You should have a travel agent Cause you a trip You should make your own Toliet tissue since you the shit But all you got is some Fucking issues you fucking bitch I hate niggas, but I love your mom Give her a kiss for me Her second son Get your mind right baby Or get your shit together You gon be hot a little while I'm a be rich foreva Girl seducers The come in deuces But when I cut'em off They always become a nuisance Niggas take my old flows And they take my old swag He just take my old bitch And turn it to his new bitch Haha I'm stupid But I won't get my drama on What I'm dealing with is too real For me to comment on Jay finally got it through my head Not to run my mouth So when ya'll talk 'bout "You know who" I don't know who you talkin' bout [Fabolous:] According to my old bitch I be on some new shit She be on some old shit Now I got a new Bitch Think I give two shits You ani't gon do shit Meet my two fingers Intro, deuces(deuces) If you knew better you'd do better Wanna get the middle finger But I got two better [Chris Brown:] So you gon diss me Even though you know it's wrong Know you gon miss me A little when I'm gone [Fabolous:] Drizzy voice Now I'm ghost baby Four door Rizzy Royce Tryna work it out Might be a bad business choice I'm 'bout my business boy Plus I make paper Come on that's old news Yesterday's paper Oh you talkin' What about If it ain't how I kept you studded out You might as well shut ya mouth You'll neva score another me I'll shut it out Act likes it's gum In yo hair girl Cut it out [Rick Ross:] Got a pocket full of hunderds She the only one is missing Got a bucket full of ice And a watch to go with it Got a racing Lamborghini Have my homies scared to drive Haters better put their head down they know that boy be fly All the charter planes Now I'm talking ballers slang R.O.Z.A.Y on that wall in the hall of fame I let my denim sag Red louis belt How can u love me baby, first you gotta love yourself! [Andre 300:] The farewell email from a female But I'm a playa ain't Gon tell you all the details What it entails is hard to say Like selling seashells By the seashore But she's not a bore But neither a whore Who needs to know more The kind you can't ignore But want to open the door... for Or run in your favorite store And leave with all them shopping bags And half of it ain't your's\ I did things for her Ain't rich ain't poor I want it to do more But hell I just ain't know her Well enough to know if This is all that she came for But enough to kow tonight Excited she cam four... times To my cousins house To see if I was there Get ya minds out the gutter man We out here tryna have a good time And here I am All heavy with the words where Somebody that's a nerd Likely fast forward But shit they asked for it It's hard to throw up the deuces Cause when you know it's juicy You start to sound like Confucius When making up excuses Chase Cabooses 'Til the track gone I gotta find me a new locomotive Stop making sad songs [Chris Brown:] I'm on some new shit I'm chuckin' my deuces Up to her I'm movin' on To somethin' Better better better No more tryin' to make it work You make me wanna Say bye bye, say bye bye Say bye bye to her You make me wanna Say bye bye, say bye bye Say bye bye to her(her)

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