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chris brown - let the blunt go lyrics

intro: funk flex]
funk flex, chris brown
who you mad at? me or yourself

[verse 1: chris brown]
gold chain, gold chain
gettin’ money gon’ watch these hoes change
i’m in the party got these bithes off molly and they rollin’
b-tches poppin pills like its for pain
in their eyes im the sh-t
molly probably fantasizing all about my d-ck
only one real n-gg-, take a pic
and all you haters, i’m gonna take your b-tch

[bridge: chris brown]
every n-gg- in the club see the same hoe
with the same friends all they do is change clothes
try to bowl and they p-ss-es say their lane closed
if you f-ckin’ for your rent you a lame hoe
oops, yeah i said that
half ya’ll n-gg-s in here frontin where your bread at?
ahhhhh, gon’ stutter rap
thought so can’t do it like this broke n-gg-

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if say you got to work, why you in the club hoe?
h-ll no you can’t smoke my drugs hoe
now you in the club tryin’ to f-ck no love hoe
how you do that there? b-tch let the blunt go

[verse 2: chris brown]
too many cars a parade when i pull up
gl-ss jaw, catch a fade that’s a chin up
if you aint looking i’m gonna eat your hoe for dinner
she said shes a virgin but i f-cked her in virginia
i ate her at the supper club
bad b-tches at greystone, but they just some runner ups
now every n-gg- in here seeing if you tryin’ to f-ck
and every n-gg- in here schemin’ gon’ try your luck
i’m a-1, no steak sauce n-gg- they spray dumb
its like ratatatat cross your baseball cap
a couple hoes in your face like jason

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- chris brown lyrics

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