Artist: Chris Brown Album: N/A (0000) Title: Niggas In Paris (Remix)
Lyrics Niggas In Paris (Remix)[T-Pain] It's your turn Chris Lets go baby I said let's go,
[Chris Brown] Look, I just came to get rid of every n*gga To murder every rapper, watch a n*gga come up outta me I'm stuntin' hard on these muthaf*ckas Flying on the VMA's. Evel Knievel, the n*gga proud of me I'm drinking this shit til 5 in the morning Your girls number 1 pick, call me Mr Lottery I let a hater n*gga die, POW, like it's suicide I ain't giving no more f*ckin' apologies Stunt so hard, that shit crazy Ain't shit free, f*ck you pay me Heron flow from the 80′s, my chain on me like we made it My Kinfolk got 10 hoes, 5 whites, 2 blacks like 3 Asians My Benzo got damn hoe, n*gga take this shit I'm too faded Go 'head and bring yo crown over Ass kisser, brown noser, f*ck yo luck, I smoke clovers I'm partying with boat owners Marilyn Monroe hoes all on us Rookie tryna get ya signing bonus N*gga look at my chain man, I paint ya face, you a clown homie Not tryna throw subliminal, my Porsche got 4? Even if it's just 10 of y'all I put in the old school and you pin up dolls, yes That shit crazy, don't you play me You tryna get on this bus, b*tch sign this waiver Hol' up, hol' up, gimme that Chardonnay and that Marvin Gaye shit But hol' up, my conversation too complicated, this b*tch too basic 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 |