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j.real hip hop - chris lyrics

[intro: chris brown]

and it makes it easier!/
easier to bear! aye!/

you won’t regret it, no/
(yeah!)
them young girls/
(saru!)
they don’t forget it/
love is their own, their own happiness/
(yup! chris breezy ladies & gentlemen)
oh, oh!

ooh, aah/ (uh!)
but it-!/
ooh, aah/ (yup!)
ooh, aah/
but it-! (ooh, aah!)
squeeze!/ (man, i just performed at voodoo yesterday, so i’m like, using that as fuel.)
but it-!/ (ooh, aah!)
squeeze!
but it-! squeeze her! don’t cheat her! never leave her!/

[verse: j.real hip hop]

uh! back to kicking with more drive, like lamborghini backflips! guess who’s on your tracklist!/
that 9th ward spitta missing his new orleans accent!/
fresher than that axe scent, #1 thing they askin’/
can he battle? you should really worry where my axe sent!/
attacking with action! i’m either playing fable/
or breaking into webpages, with all this hacking & slashing/
brash! you should band him or join the bandwagon!/
or band together with other bands who can’t band-stand me!/
back in 9th grade, laid out on my bed/
trombone up in my hand, practicing for br-ss band/
aiming at the ceiling fan, in my head dreaming of grammy’s/
i knew that i would blow up, and now look, i’m expanding!/
this nicki minaj, trina and rihanna starring as/
the gotham city sirens, in other words, it’s the baddest/
d-mn it! congrats to the kid w/ the gl-sses!/
yeezus! he’s a g*nius!/
now i, gots ta’, shi-na-na-nine!/
pop em’, proper! rhyme glock nines!/
i just shot ya’! y’all gon’ die!/
cop a doctor! nah’, not now!/
cops & robbers! lions & tigers!/
rock em’, sock em’! heads popped out!/
me & jack ruby and 24 cuties!/
hopping dorm to dorm on em’! waking up 6 in the morning/
walking on campus feeling like wealth!/
i might just open the student loans office myself!/
uh! i’m creating a m-ssacre!/
i said i’ve got the drive, now who’ll be playing the p-ssenger!/
you playing hard? me? i’m a fast bender/f-ssbender!/
and peace was never an option, bite my shiny metal -ss, n-gga!/
in this river, i b-ss it & excel!/
my brother went to the pen so i’m never going to jail!/
backpack filled with pens; i’m never going to fail!/
toriko level flow; it’s never going to stale!/
hype-indie rap! miyazaki of verses!/
surrealist-real-n-gga-sh-t! write my verbals inverted!/
ugh! look at me! look at me & look at me!/
putting numbers on the boards, clips full of heat seakers/
pitying these fools! so it’s either mr. t, booker t or pusha t/
keep pushing me! i’ll show you who you could crook could be!/
light skinned n-gga with the crooked t–th!/
crooking necks to the side! r-e-e-crooked letter-y!
hold on to the crook, like you good with sheep!/
cause i’mma take you through every brook & creek, nook, cranny, cup & crease!/
uh! before we end this campaign!/
let me reveal this whole thing’ was my induction speech!/
so! gun air as i leave out!/
or legos by an exit: peace/piece out! oww!/

(oww! oww! aagh!)

[outro: chris brown]

squeeze her! don’t cheat her! never leave her!/ (yeah!)
squeeze her! don’t cheat her! never leave her!/ (blue!)
squeeze her! don’t cheat her! never leave her!/

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