Chris Brown — Niggas In Paris

[Intro: Sample, T-Pain & Chris Brown] "We're going to skate to one song, one song only" Ooh, woah (Boom!) Hahaha (Yeah!) Look It's your turn Chris (Hahaha) I don't do this for my day job, man Let's go, baby I just do this shit for fun I said let's go [Verse: Chris Brown & T-Pain] Look, I just came to get rid of every nigga To murder every rapper, watch a nigga come up outta me (Boom!) I'm stuntin' hard on these motherfuckers Flyin' on the VMAs, Evel Knievel, the nigga proud of me (Boom!) I'm drinkin' this shit 'til 5 in the mornin' Your girl's number 1 pick, call me Mr. Lottery (Boom!) I let a hater nigga die, pow, like it's suicide I ain't givin' no more fuckin' apologies (Yeah!) Stunt so hard, that shit crazy, ain't shit free, fuck you pay me Heron flow from the '80s and my chain on me like, "We made it" My kinfolk got 10 hoes, five whites, two blacks, like three Asians My Benzo, goddamn, ho, nigga, take this shit I'm too faded Go 'head and bring your crown over, ass kisser, brown noser (Woo!) Fuck yo luck, I smoke clovers, I'm partyin' with boat owners (Uh!) Marilyn Monroe hoes all on us, rookies tryna get your signin' bonus Nigga, look at my chain, man, I paint your face, you a clown, homie (Oh!) Not tryna throw subliminal, my Porsche got force, centrifugal Even if it's just 10 of y'all, I put you in the old school and you pin up dolls, yikes (Yeah!) That shit crazy, don't you play me You tryna get on this bus (Woo!), bitch, sign this waiver Hol' up, hol' up, gimme that Chardonnay and that Marvin Gaye shit (Woo!) But hol' up, my conversation too complicated, this bitch too basic (Oh!) You ain't no groupie, girl and you know that I won't say shit You got skeletons in your closet, I got aliens in my basement (Yikes!) [Outro: T-Pain] Ladies and gentlemen That's what you call rippin' the game a new asshole Hahahaha CBE, Nappy Boy, baby, leggo Yeah, yeah, yeah That shit cray


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