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Chris Brown - Only (Funk Flex Freestyle) lyrics

Caught a contact high
I'm runnin' record labels till my contract bought
All that thuggin' for this new sh**, say aye
I'm a man, you a mannequin, don't f** with fake guys
Hold up, a n***a dope like a n***a slang pies
A n***a slang wood, she gon' feel it in her pipes
If the p**y good, get the ding-a-ling twice
Cause the chain put them other p**y n***as on ice
I eat her booty, give the p**y hickies
Licky licky lookin' for a booty like Nicki's
Drum roll when I stick dick on top of titties
And your n***a 'bout to finish in a matter of minutes, I'm winnin'
I'm settin' world records, they should put me in Guinness
I'm 'bout to put my whole leg in it when I'm finished
She got me on my third leg in the ninth inning
But when she kiss the head, my God, I'm finished
She got the body of a model, when I'm sippin' on the bottle
I'm about to spend the money on her
When she givin' me the neck, she gon' really get the check
Get the check like a money order
Got the Colombianas in the kitchen
Workin' with the soda, I ain't talkin' bout Coca-Cola
And all this money to the ceiling, I ain't worried 'bout the world
Cause I got it sittin' on my shoulder
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I don't f** with you p**y boy
I'm just f**in' your p**y, n***a
Your b**h finna want me, my money right now
You paid for it, I'mma book you n***a
A hundred round comin' out the barrel of the drum
A cold n***a, your b**h f**in' with a winner
Said she like f**in' with a rich n***a
Every day Christmas but I f** her in December
I don't f** with your life, n***a
You can't f** with these Nikes, n***a
I put your b**h in all white, n***a
And she do that sh** you don't like, n***a
More liquor, now your b**h about to s** it
She givin' head to my n***as while I'm f**in'
I got my Timberlands on with a bucket
Blowin' up her phone, she gon' pick up when I'm comin'
What you mean, we gon' talk out?
My n***a we don't talk it out, my n***as with the sh**s though
Boy you better walk it out before my n***as stomp you out
Lil' homie got the pistol
I'm takin' shots at the bar
After that, my n***as takin' shots at your car
I don't f** with you b**h n***a
I just f** with your b**h, n***a

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