Helean drunk and shadow box with my granny [Andy] Hi my name Andy best friend Kwon, He's a true PIMP but I'm a fake don I don't drink dime, gray goose
' out In the Bugatti, styling out Pushin? seven digits, dialin? now But I ain't got a *** choice My 'Money Talks' in a Chris Tucker voice and you know
two cases of wine Cute face thin waste line, drop to the beat pop to the base line To all my girls that's kickin' it, you got Chris in yo glass and you
It's easy to get lost in it You've always been my girl And I'm not ready to call it quits We make the sun shine in the moon light We can make the gray
I-I-I'll be on another planet I be on another planet I be on another planet (verse 2) Chris Brown lets go back to '88 b-b-back to '88 air Jordan 3's white/black smith gray
) Cause I treat em like shoes Verse 3 a?? Darkman Whether Jordan 13s or Jordan D-wades With every new pair my old pair feel played New Carmelloa??s, new Chris
Pockets stay fatter The way you rhyme makes me think that you the gay rapper [Pacewon] Face slapper like Roy Jones, I throw a bolo Break your team up like Chris
with the following changes on the last line First time Gimme the finga --- Second time Pleeease Got an accountant named Mel, a lawyer named Jay My engineer Lyle who lives in studio A My manager Chris
the saddle For a lifetime of watching from the stands [ guitar ] His Stetson was faded and battered and worn The stubble of his beard showed flex of gray
name. You don't remember mine. Do You ? How much did we drank ? Is this cup even mine ? Who knew. That me and you would be popping these bottles full of, gray
world I had a vision Beyond here and now There is a place For you and I There is a place Beyond grey skies From: Flowers For The Gathering by Chris
Lyrics by chris cornell Music by kim thayil All of seventeen Eyes a purple green Treated like a queen, she was On borrowed self esteem She would do
Da franchise- Uh, {chuckles} Ey yo chris man, what you think these niggaz was thinking man? Fuck y'all niggaz thinking, man? ain't no violators except
out hives in stereo Clue, world class dinero, dress it up Put it on the streets like rock that's chopped up What the fuck? Yeah, all my niggas locked down Chris
It's easy to get lost in it You've always been my girl And I'm not ready to call it quits We can make the sun shine in the moon light We can make the gray
of wine Cute face thin waste line Drop to the beat pop to the base line To all my girls that's kickin it You got Chris in yo glass and you sippin it You
Say I'm Wild'n Out Bargadi Styling Out, Pushing Seven Digits Dialing But I Ain't Gotta Fucking Choice My Money Talks In A Chris Tucker Voice "And You
