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ft chris brown kid red - that nigga (ft. chris brown) - kid red lyrics

[verse 1: chris brown]

ha! frank mueller, the face like a computer
popping them bottles, spraying the ace like a ruler
you got beef, i got shooters
and your b-tch about to give me brain, watch me school her
listen, let me lick it, put it out, make it pop pop
imma cuff the p-ssy, she think she f-cked a cop
and then i put it back in, make her back bend
and then i f-ck her girlfriend like whats happenin’
oh baby, for sure baby
tell that blocking -ss b-tch let go baby
f-ck her, just do you and do me (haha!)
b-tch mad cause she ugly
you know, i be balling like a b-tch
made my own condom’s cause these b-tches on my d-ck
pluto, i be higher than a b-tch
you know, flyer than a b-tch
my car like a sp-ceship (yea!)

[hook: kid red]

that n-gg-, that n-gg-
everybody know i’m that n-gg-
all this money looking like a fat n-gg-
and i bought them killers better bag back n-gg-
bag back n-gg-, and i bought them killers
better bag back n-gg- (wow)
that n-gg-, that n-gg-
everbody know i’m that n-gg-

[verse 2: kid red]

ima.. player, somebody grab my uniform
the b-tch head on point like a unicorn
i really keep it g, i went to school for the b-tches
ima bout to f-ck you at the locker tryna kiss her
you just talk to them, i take em home for detention
just another s-x victim that i never call or mention
gotta keep it pimpin, sorry that’s your sister
but i’m on a mission, tell that ho to keep her distance
look, i keep a couple hoes in the studio
rolling with my wolves with them nines like rubio
hoes stop and stare, cause my pinky glare
got a hood b-tch, that let me f-ck her on the stairs
she say she needs some jay’s, so i cop a couple pair
i got a private lair, that’ll take her everywhere though
where your b-tch at, she with me n-gg-
kid red, i’m in the streets n-gg-

[hook]

[verse 3: chris brown]

everbody know i’m that n-gg-
ima bout to take that ho, from that n-gg-
ha! here we go, i’m that n-gg-
(f-ck you chris!) hating -ss n-gg-
she bout to pop the pills, i just bought the roll up
put the d-ck up on her head, that’s a weight up on her shoulders
i ain’t f-cking ratchet p-ssy, cause that sh-t is like ebola
in the club i’m like hold up, f-ck a club soda
need the ace, i spray it on her face
she f-ck with broke n-gg-s, old n-gg- made her pay
i told her i’m about a bar as long as i can get a taste
then she bend that -ss over and i grabbed her by the waist
told her drop it for me
d-mn, that -ss sick i got a doctor for it
my d-ck got her singing high, opera on her
her boyfriend start to trip, n-gg-s pop up on him
like blocka! blocka! body bag cause i’m…

[hook]

- ft chris brown kid red lyrics

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