ballin' They call me the Boss, I be callin' the shots It's Ricky Ross, that boy be ballin' a lot That boy be ridin' big, that boy be ridin' rims Not
[Chorus: x2] Country n gutta mouth full of gold ice length chain chevorlet super spokes thats how im living and i love it (thats how im living and i love
only thing that the boy order im paid n full so im stuntin like rich porter y pull up 2 the club in a charger when i can pull up in a damn super charger
over do the whole damn thang over I'ma roller, took her ass back where I drove her And we still ain't sober Motherfucker it still ain't hova It's the super
Supercalifragilistic Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious Supercalifragilistic super-cali-fragi-listic (as a matter of fact) super-cali-fragi-listic super-cali-fragi-listic super
. walt this is a letter to let ya know because of you a lot of things are better i went ta disney world boy some imagination (magination) boy you build
, see my blood shine eyes. I couldn't stop this even if I tried when I'm at the car show I got them sayin' brown pride. Like Roger Troutman, talkbox,
check the caption lights camera action [Chorus - Tyga & Chris Brown] Holla at me boo, Holla at me beh [x3] I'm turn't up, I'm super turn't up [x2] [repeat
[Chris Brown:] Uh, Boom, Boom We ballin' in the room Sweepin' up my competition call me Mr. broom knockin' niqqaz over, call me bulldozer, one more drink
another level Homie and it?s sad, to see That I?m killin it and I aint Even a rapper B! VA where it all goes down The home of Cliffs, Missy, Trey Songz and you?re boy Chris Brown
hommie and its sad to see that im killin it and I aint even a rapper b va where it all goes down the home of clipse missy trey songz and your boy chris brown
the mall) Take you home, so we can do it all (do it all) While I'm beatin and tearin down your walls (oh yeah) [Verse 1: Dirty Mouth] This your boy
me your number and I'll call And I'll follow that ass in the mall Take you home, let you juggle my balls While I'm beatin' and tearin' down your walls This your boy
And I'll follow that ass in the mall (In the mall) Take you home, let you juggle my balls (My balls) While I'm beatin' and tearin' down your walls (Oh yeah) This your boy
First Class Don P Every Glass Next Year We Private Jets In The Clouds Havin Sex Cum Once Cum Twice Rick Ross Dum Nice Baby Gurl Take Sum Advice And Cum And Fuck Ya Boy
, uh, Gat Yeah, I saw your band Jumpin around on stage like a bunch of wounded ducks When you gonna learn sucker You just can't fuck with Twisted Brbrbr Brown Brown
a thug and you Superman (nigga) I just seen you in the club doin the Superman (nigga) A bunch of clowns homes All I need in this world is the pound chrome, Huxtable brown
, cut the top like Amber Rose And I'm with a bad bitch, you can see her camel toe Tities like a cantaloupe, and she got that super throat Man I'm getting