Chris Brown - Only (Funkmaster Flex Freestyle) lyrics

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Chris Brown - Only (Funkmaster Flex Freestyle) lyrics

Yo, I never f**ed Wayne, I never f**ed Drake All my life, man, f**'s sake If I did I did a menage with 'em And let 'em eat my a** like a cupcake My man full, he just ate, I don't duck nobody but tape Yeah, that was a set up for a punchline on duct tape Worried bout if my bu*t's fake Worried 'bout John's singing us Drake These girls are my sons, John and Kate plus eight When I walk in, sit up straight, I don't give a f** if I was late Dealing with my man on a G5 is my idea of an update Hut one, hut two, big titties, big bu*t too f** with them real n***as who don't tell n***as what they up to Had to show b**hes where the top is, ring finger where the rock is These hoes couldn't test me even if their name was pop quiz Bad b**hes who I f** with, mad b**hes we don't f** with I don't f** with them chickens unless they last name is cutlet Let it soak in, like seasonin' And tell 'em, tell 'em blow me, Lance Stephenson Raise your bottle and cup in the sky Sparks in the air like the fourth of July Nothing but bad b**hes in here tonight Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet Nothing but real n***as only, bad b**hes only Rich n***as only, independent b**hes only Boss n***as only, thick b**hes only I got my real n***as here by my side, only I never f**ed Nicki cause she got a man But when that's over then I'm the first in line And the other day in her Maybach I thought god damn, this is the perfect time We had just come from that video You know LA traffic, how the city slow She was sitting down on that big bu*t But I was still staring at the titties though Yeah, low key it may be high key I been peeped that you like me you know Who the f** you really wanna be with besides me? I mean it doesn't take much for us to do this sh** quietly, I mean She say I'm obsessed with thick women and I agree That's right I like my girls BBW, yeah Type to wanna s** you dry and then eat some lunch with you So thick that everyone else in the room is so uncomfortable Ass on Houston Texas, but the face look just like Claire Huxtable Oh, yeah, you the man in the city when the mayor f** with you The NBA players f** with you The bad a** b**hes doing makeup and hair f** with you Oh, that's cause I believe in something, and I stand for it And Nicki if you ever tryna f** Just give me the heads up so I can plan for it Raise your bottle and cup in the sky Sparks in the air like the fourth of July Nothing but bad b**hes in here tonight Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet Nothing but real n***as only, bad b**hes only Rich n***as only, independent b**hes only Boss n***as only, thick b**hes only I got my real n***as here by my side, only I never f**ed Nicki and that's f**ed up If I did f** she'd be f**ed up Whoever is hittin' ain't hittin' it right Cause she actin' like she need dick in her life That's another story, I'm no story teller I piss greatness like gold is yellow All my goons so overzealous I'm from Holly Groove, the holy Mecca Accountant say I got money for days I squirm and I shake, but I'm stuck in my ways My girl from a Bida if she wave Baby and I f**ed with her surfboard, surfboard My eyes are so bright, I take cover for shade Don't have my money? I take mothers instead You got the hickups, you swallowed the truth Then I make you burp boy, treat me like sirloin I'm talkin' bout runnin' in houses with arm and guns So think about your son and daughter rooms Got two goons and they got smaller guns Ain't thinkin' bout your son and daughter rooms This is just crazy my n***a, I mean brazy my n***a That money talk, I just rephrase it my n***a Blood gang take the B, I'll behave ya I'm n***as is for reals If you mouth off, I blow your face off I mean pop-pop-pop, then I take off Now you see me, now you don't Like Jamie Foxx, acting like Ray Charles 16 in a clip, one in the chamber 17 Ward bully with 17 bullets My story is how I went from poor me To police pour me a drink and celebrate with me Raise your bottle and cup in the sky Sparks in the air like the fourth of July Nothing but bad b**hes in here tonight Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet Nothing but real n***as only, bad b**hes only Rich n***as only, independent b**hes only Boss n***as only, thick b**hes only I got my real n***as here by my side, only

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