Niggas In Paris

Tpain
It's your turn Chris.
Let's go baby.
I SAID LET'S GOOO

Chris Brown
Look, i just came to get rid of every n*gga,
to murder every rapper,
watch a n*gga come up outta me.

I'm stunin hard on these mutha f*ckas,
flying on the VMA'S
Evil Knievel, the n*gga proud of me.

I'm drinkin this sh*t till 5 in the morning,
your girls number 1 pick
call me Mr. Lottery.

I let a hater n*gga die,
POW,
like it's suicide,
I ain't givin no more f*ckin apologies.

Stunt so hard, that sh*t crazy,
ain't sh*t free, f**k you pay me.
Heron flow from the 80s,
my chain on me like we made it.

My kinfolk got 10 hoes, 5 whites, 2 black,
like 3 asians.
my benzo got damn hoe, n*gga take this sh*t i'm too faded.
go head and bring yo crown over
ass kisser, brown noser, f**k yo luck,
i smoke clovers
i'm partyin with boat owners.
marilyn monroe hoes all on us,
Rookie tryna get ya signing bonus
n*gga look at my chain man
i paint ya face, you a clown homie
not tryna throw subliminal, my porsche got force like centrifugal

even if its just 10 of ya'll
i put in the old school and you pin up dolls
yes that sh*t cray, don't you play me
you tryna get on this bus, b*tch sign this waiver
hol up, hol up, gimme that chardonnay
and that marvin gaye sh*t
but hol up, my conversation too complicated
this b*tch too basic
you aint no groupie girl and you know that i wont say sh*t
you got skeletons in your closet
i got aliens in my basement