get that break Why you ain't stackin' instead of tryin' to be fly Why is rattin' at an all time high Why are you even alive Why they kill Tupac n' Chris
a red moon, i did it again to 'em Let me leave the station for your blood affiliation I say heavy metaphors, flow so overweight I could rap around these other youngin
into my office, comin with the awkward flow like im sick Go get your momma to bring a thermometer, my temperatures hot Come up with a flow that would
a whole lot of digits becuz I'm sick with the flows Mamis leaving they niggas, yeah, leave wit a nigga, yeah They like oh that's that young nigga that
[Young Chris] A memory attached, rest in peace Auntie Rest in peace to you faggots that ain't standing behind me Banana clips for you monkey, n-ggers
How you think I got the name Freeway? I move out Listen, 20-20 vision couldn't see me, yeah [Chorus - w/ ad libs] [Verse 3 - Young Chris] Microphone
Racks On Racks) (Niggas Hate Me FaalllBaaacckk) [Verse 3 - YC:] Gotta Know I Keep Dem Racks, I Stay Counting Them Stacks Dem Girls Want Leave Me Lone, One Fuck Now She Attaaaatched Flow
one night stand, I wanna be your man. I said a home. Talkin bout a home. Talkin bout a home. Talkin bout a home. I see a flower pedal is drifting down. Young
this champagne And I'll be spittin' pure game to this pretty young thing My aim, to control mind, body and soul Have her on the stroll bringing me the flow
I'd like to introduce to you The future, the young new R&B prince, Chris Brown, spit flame And me, stick around this yo boy, Chris Brown Ma have you
The Cash Gets Bigger im A Cash Money Nigga Got Weapons 4 Days and My Flow So Sick It Was Tested 4 Aids im A Cash Money Nigga Got Weapons 4 Days and My Flow
-gga Im flyer than the mothaf-ckin stealth my n-gga Young Money sh-t top shelf my n-gga We the mothaf-ckas like Milf my n-gga UhUhm, Flow like Syringes
nigga and no nigga could fuck with this flow nigga not my flow nigga, no nigga, no young, no old nigga I?m cold nigga, ice cold nigga, god flow I spite
goal be to win young money heisman rookies of the year [Chorus] [Tyga - Verse 2] Raise hell boy hell yeah I'm hot hello boy yellow, but my bitch back from the ghetto with the flow
young rebel. And I got a babyface. I need a young Pebbles. I need a stuntdouble. Yeah! Me, Drake and Kid and you know it's trouble. We got 'em drownin' in the flow
[Chris Brown:] These niggas mad, They mugging me I like my pussy bowl Mr. Clean, She started waxing, my dick relaxing I make her bedrock, call me the
(Chris Brown) I go by the name of Young Chris Breezy It?s hard to see me cuz I?m fly as a plane And my swag is in 3-D I do this in my sleep In other
I go by the name of young chris breezy its hard to see me cause im fly as a plane and my swaggers in 3d I do this in my sleep in otherwords its really