Chris Brown — Let the Blunt Go

[Intro: Funk Flex] League of Starz Sorry Jaynari Funk Flex, Chris Brown Who you mad at? Me or yourself? [Verse 1: Chris Brown] Gold chain, gold chain Gettin' money gon' and watch these hoes change I'm in the party, got these bitches off molly and they rollin' Bitches poppin' pills like it's for pain In their eyes I'm the shit Molly probably fantasisin' all about my dick Only one real nigga, take a pic And all you haters, I'ma take your bitch [Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown] Every nigga in the club see the same hoe With the same friends, all they do is change clothes Try to bowl and they pussies, say their lane closed If you fuckin' for your rent, you a lame hoe Oops, yeah, I said that Half of y'all niggas in here frontin', where your bread at? I-I-I-I, gon’ stutter rap Thought so, can’t do it like this, broke nigga [Chorus: Chris Brown] If say you got to work, why you in the club, hoe? Hell no, you can’t smoke my drugs so Now you in the club tryna fuck no love, hoe How you do that there? Bitch, let the blunt go Say you got to work, why you in the club, hoe? Hell no, you can’t smoke my drugs so Now you in the club tryna fuck no love, hoe How you do that there? Bitch, let the blunt go [Verse 2: Chris Brown] Too many cars, a parade when I pull up Glass jaw, catch a fade, that’s a chin up If you ain't lookin', I'ma eat your hoe for dinner She said that she a virgin but I fucked her in Virginia, haha I ate her at the SupperClub Bad bitches at Greystone, but they just some runner ups Now every nigga in here seein' if you tryna fuck And every nigga in here schemin', gon' try your luck Ha, I'm A-1, no steak sauce, nigga, they spray dumb It's like ratatatat Cross your baseball cap A couple hoes in your face like Jason [Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown] Every nigga in the club see the same hoe With the same friends, all they do is change clothes Try to bowl and they pussies, say their lane closed If you fuckin' for your rent, you a lame hoe Oops, yeah, I said that Half of y'all niggas in here frontin' where your bread at? I-I-I-I, gon’ stutter rap Thought so, can’t do it like this, broke nigga [Chorus: Chris Brown] If say you got to work, why you in the club, hoe? Hell no, you can’t smoke my drugs so Now you in the club tryna fuck no love, hoe How you do that there? Bitch, let the blunt go Say you got to work, why you in the club, hoe? Hell no, you can’t smoke my drugs so Now you in the club tryna fuck no love, hoe How you do that there? Bitch, let the blunt go [Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown] Every nigga in the club see the same hoe With the same friends, all they do is change clothes Try to bowl and they pussies, say their lane closed If you fuckin' for your rent, you a lame hoe Oops, yeah, I said that Half of y'all niggas in here frontin' where your bread at? I-I-I-I, gon’ stutter rap Thought so, can’t do it like this, broke nigga [Chorus: Chris Brown] If say you got to work, why you in the club, hoe? Hell no, you can’t smoke my drugs so Now you in the club tryna fuck no love, hoe How you do that there? Bitch, let the blunt go Say you got to work, why you in the club, hoe? Hell no, you can’t smoke my drugs so Now you in the club tryna fuck no love, hoe How you do that there? Bitch, let the blunt go