Teyana Taylor - I'm Illy lyrics

[Intro: Chris Brown] Yeah, '09 our year, haha Mixtape status, YouTube, haha Teyana Taylor, what's good? C. Breezy in the buildin' Yeah, man, let's go in [Verse 1: Chris Brown] I'm in the clouds, homie, no gas mask Paper long, stacked higher than giraffe a** I'm used to drivin' spaceships so I'm landin' wrong On some ugly sh**, ET with a bandana on Dolce book bag, Louis rag, hangin' out the right side Red lightnin' in my hair, I'm lookin' on the bright side Listen to my music, yes, I highly recommend it But if you ain't messin' with it, why the hell you commentin'? And I'm really lovin' rappin' now, know I had to get it in Listenin' to rappers and some of 'em soundin' feminine Any stage or any show I been there or I done it Too big and these girls run from it, haha These young n***as here now, yeah, we 'bout to shut 'em down My little sister Teyana Taylor and yeah, I'm Chris Brown And ain't no goons with me, gon' act silly Don't forget, mothers**er, I'm illy [Verse 2: Teyana Taylor] Uh, I guess the magazines just ain't enough, still wanna play with us When that beat get murdered, right away you know they say it's us Blog sites, web sites, they all know I'm dead nice Porsche at the red light, you Honda chicks is dead tight Money steady generatin', haters give me inspiration Swagged out generation, got your child board skatin' M.O.B so solid, Ray-Bans so poppin' Multi-colored finger nails, cranberry phone posse k**in' every beat I touch, body everythin' I say Pen game, whip game, I just bought a car today Jealous of my one of a kind swag, you're dumb match Shorty tried to copy and paste my style, she's dumb gas Scared of nobody, I push it to the limit You rap chicks is burnin', here's a number to a clinic CB is with me, get familiar with the movement Neglect every instrument to my body and abuse it [Verse 3: Chris Brown] Alexander McQueen jeans, I'm on that mean sh** Super Sweet 16 clean, my magazine clip Yeah, you a hater now, check, check out my gators now Rockin' goose downs and I'm with a belt crocodile Can't forget my fur coat, shawty name Merlow And she mad wild and I like the way it pur yo 2012, yeah, I'm rockin' new denims With the temperature control all in 'em [Verse 4: Teyana Taylor] Yeah, I'm gon' go hard, flow hard Every time I spit is up to par, you know I show off Lyrics is impeccable, you know I'm gon' act the fool Yo he and my model swag, Y 3 2 cool Yeah, my block is forty left, you know we don't play no games Timberland hard denims, wife beat swag flames Harlem is my birth place, L.A where my work lay Haters check my profile, naw, this ain't MySpace, ow