factory Willy Wonka Girl I want ya But you're too much taste so Sweet bout to give me a sugar rush CHORUS (CHRIS BROWN) I be going out Imma go getter I be
some crispy jeans Ask how much? Now what I look like? Son I'm from Brooklyn, what it look like? I get it 'cause I got it I got it so you get it I gave
me act a clown I ain't in a gang but I can talk the slang I know the Ebonics hand book like it aint no thang so I must be real yo I listen to mc hammer
give me a chance I can love you like that (I can love you like that x2) I never make a promise I don't intend to keep So when I say forever, forever
feet in Cleveland I be the smoothest little nigga you can meet me But nigga you fuck with me then I'm a fuck with you Introduce you to this heat, I
I guess I'm stuck. Oh, fuck. Let T know I miss him much. When I get to heaven, Babi Boi, what's up? We can ride and roll, I know, without those po-
for what? because I'm shinin blingin; mad because I'm rhymin, singin, I got too much money, I got too many guns. Your pitiful life aint got no meaning, and I
wea??d go wrong, it wasna??t in the plan Designed by the Man upstairs This testimony and we say, a??We can, we can!a?? We can do it Gotta put ya mind
to rock Be honest, succeed, just look at me! If I can do it, you can do it, we can do it, just believe, believe, believe! When I lay down, I think
I'll be grippin to the scripture picture Little Ripsta can I get critical And I'm seldom seen in the henessey when I ride up on my enemies Zero one
?s over, for the soldiers who hear me That?ll get me in trouble Can I be closer, stay right near me Here we are, ain't no stars, uh huh Can I get drunk
much is enough to support you man? I got a nigga in the jam, I am Sittin in the cell with no bail but I got cash man I tell ya'll women playin the game
place and go stash, what he left remain. But I had it incenerated, got it burnt to ash. Steady nothin' but crust, when I keep bustin' and cussin', but I
it out I know tomorrow ain't a promise That's why I live one day at a time So when it's my turn, they'll be no crying I'm aware that when my number'
I am Here I am) (I don't - How much do you make, Sir? Man, what the fuck is you talkin bout how much I make?!) (Fuck you!) Ha-ha-ha.. [ VERSE 2 ] I'm
could love you Much too sneaky, you're freaky And I wouldn't would fuck you I wouldn't give a broke bitch a dime [ VERSE 2: Devin ] You used to turn