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Brown Chris In My Zone Rhythm Streets

I'm a shark you can't catch me with no fishing pole, In the dark you can see me cause my whislte glow, Get some stripes lil' mama make my whislte blow

baby makin' hips So I put the pants down and gave her lingerie a kiss Miss Parker, Miss Parker When you go let me (oh) Miss Parker She whispered in my

of, Yea I'm killin 'em, but it's not my fault, Cause I've been on my grind, ha Tony Hawk, And them rims are 28's, martial fuck, My lyrics murderin niggas

ya say ahh, say ahh, Baby, I gotcha pullin on the covers, 45 minutes in it and I'm stil under, Bet I make it thunder, Hurricane season, wet drippin on my

I'm a make you think You gon think You gon think You gon think I invented head I be havin you singing like opera Put that soprano on your tone like opera I use my

Cause I treat em like shoes [Verse 3: Darkman] Whether Jordan 13s or Jordan D-wades With every new pair my old pair feel played New Carmello's, new Chris

:] So as my lip gloss and my makeup You can see [Chris Brown:] You cannot wait [Rich Girl:] Don't wanna escape [Chris Brown & Rich Girl:] Everytime we do [Chris Brown

got that long money, So is my d**k, Change my pamper homie cause I'm on that new shit, I got that long money, So is my d**k, Change my pamper homie cause

ooh My hands are dying to touch you Ooh wahh And I ain't got the patience to wait And I think it's time That I lose control, lose control And In my mind