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chris brown - can't fight* lyrics

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[verse: chris brown]
my gun, my crew lit
new chain, new chopsticks
huh, new b-tch, she topless
-ss and it’s all out, don’t act like you know me
ain’t n-body ever did sh-t for me
i had to get it on my own
just gimme the cash, gimme the dollars
before i start actin’ a -ss and givin’ you problems
shut the f-ck up and gimme the juice, huh
i stalled it, you noticed
hocus pocus, roll this
i ain’t do too well when i lose, huh
watch me, honest, b-tch, i promise
gimme the loot, gimme the loot, loot, loot
walk ’round, i got bodies on me
who the boss givin’ orders? (yeah)
and you lames ain’t ’bout to body any
turn into, turn into reporters
all on camera, you wanna record us
never sayin’ that sh-t to my face
take no sleep on minimum wage
how you hate on a n-gg- that’s paid?
that’s right

[pre-chorus: chris brown]
i do my thing, you don’t see this thing, all this ice
chopper bang, yeah, anything on sight
i’ma spark it, send you to the stars tonight
f-ck it i’m giving your b-tch

[chorus: chris brown & arsonal]
yeah, can’t fight, can’t fight, can’t fight (i know the message)
who you playin’ with? can’t fight

[verse: arsonal]
i said i know the message
these boundaries, n-gg-s overstepped it
can’t have mayweather’s att-tude with adrian broner’s record
it’s the situation, n-gg-s who can’t fight the n-gg-s hatin’
’cause i’m doin’ songs with the michael jack’ of my generation (and that’s a fact)
i bleed blue mister me too
it’s bullsh-t thinkin’ you mike could be jordan
got you feelin’ like you creed, too (let me catch that)
but you can’t box too since the sandbox
breezy said it was beef, hopped in the lamb chop and skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
it’s overtime, we put in work, work, work
get at your b-tch, tell her come here and maker her slurp, slurp, slurp (haha)
i still got n-gg-s hatin’, rattin’, givin’ statements, leakin’ information
my wrist defines what is icey minus the immigration
i’ma be funky with you, i got a low-key issue
i ain’t homies with you so f-ck fightin’, metal clip like yoshi mitsu (boom boom boom)
head shots, extendo and red dots
but i could put the gun down and fight like a man
that’s word to craig pops

[pre-chorus: chris brown]
i do my thing, you don’t see this thing, all this ice
chopper bang, yeah, anything on sight
i’ma spark it, send you to the stars tonight
f-ck it i’m giving your b-tch

- chris brown lyrics

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