pretty boy I brought chris breezy with me I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money ain't a thang, yeah (yeah) I'm speedin' down this fast lane, stuntin
: (feat. Bow Wow, Hurricane Chris) Picture Perfect Hurricane Chris Bow Weezy Chris Brown Remix Goo You might've seen her on every cover Of every
: (Chris de Burgh, Albert Hammond) I don't mind this empty room, and I like it when I'm alone, I'm trying not to think about you, I'm not waiting by
Sittin there wishin they problems became ours Cause we have nothin in common Since I done became star I done became bigger swervin writin in my peer's lane
as soon as the tours up The million dollar frame is his and her the same I took it on the chin when i heard about the lane I ain't here to try to rewrite
That Mean Cool And Dre Get High Like Planes Your Man Wale In His Own Damn Lane Can't Control the box, you are no Mills Lane Ain't heard DC since Sardines
how I came in the game I married Mary Jane, I seen the Spidermane The shit that made Pinky blow Out the Brain brain Told Lois Lane I can't be a Super
the same way, MIA And me, Cool, and Dre get high like planes Your man Wale in his own damn lane Can't control the box, you are no Mills Lane Ain't heard
homo, that's how I came in the game I married Mary Jane, I seen the Spidermane The shit that made Pinky blow Out the Brain brain Told Lois Lane I can'
beeum and I didn?t mean kiss her I beat it out the frame you know im hurricane Then I dipped off in the middle of the night in the range switchin lanes
a ticket listenin to that hurricane soon as the police got out my sight i turned back up the bang so much vibration in my trunk that my car wont stay in one lane
Picture Perfect, Hurricane Chris Bow Weezy, Chris Brown Remix, go You might've seen her on every cover Of every magazine but can't nobody get her but
Chris Brown, this what we do, we do this I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money aint a thang, yeah (yeah) I'm just speedin' down this fast lane,
(uh) fuck them all like an orgy don't remember none of they names they not important haters better stay in they lane i'm Jeff Gordon nigga i been fly
beat me up send the block out on me I don't want the block to through on me Oh too clean (barking sounds) We got ah, we got hist dancers(what about chris hicks baby? ) Chris
on) Ain't nothing like the first time (I gotta have your ass home) or how things used to be Ok, come travel with me down memory lane Back in my wonder
pistol in my hand,southside so thowed(thowed in the game), big face on my chain, 84's on the frame, big bodies comin down, hoggin up both lanes, stuntin
