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Chris Brown & Friends Cypher Lyrics

Welcome to the cypher!
Myself, K-Mac, Ace Hood and the Tyger
It's the cypher
Let's go

[Ace Hood:]
Moment of silence for this beat that I'm about to kill
And all you rappers signed a suicidal deal
No hard feelings, pimpin, this what authentic is
Month old denim, 30 grand in it still
Sleeping on me? I put gas in your nyquil
Getting money while your pockets on the diet pill
Flow knock em cold, out like benadryl
Colt 14, call it emit till
Yeah, billionaire is a state of mind
That's the rolley on, think before these good times
Micheal corleone back while he was in his prime
That's how I'm feeling while I'm freaking my new spanish dime
Damn! you can tell I'm on another level
He think he better then I he get the j letter
Yeah jumped and jacked, be a trend-setter
You lookin at the past, how you doin it's a pleasure

[Kevin McCall:]
I'm at the top like high note
Killing those 5.0 should be killing for survival
Jeffrey dahmer, I'm a slaughter every beat that I'm on
Y'all sleeping on me so I had to turn the lights on
My pockets swollen: I should put some ice on
Shout out to breezy could've never did this shit alone
Potty traning couldn't never did this shit alone
If we ain't the best to do it, then prove us wrong
So sick on that hiv, I guess that mean I'm full-blown
Of course I'm just speaking metaphorically
Living fantastic, I wonder if it's four of me
This is just a sample: if you want more of me
You have to rewind time unless the microphone recording me
K-mac rhyming on the payback
The truth will sit you free so I will testify and say that
Ballin like a preacher, catch me rollin in my maybach
Shining cause I blew myself up: arab

[Tyga:]
Look at me now, my dogg said that we will be rich one day
But I'm anthony: I do things the hardaway
Easy bake fast cake, rearrange her vertebrae
Try it like a murder case
You gon need ice skates, thin ice, ivy
I see her in the winter
Oh you copying my swag? well you a little late
Prolly make more when I'm gone, mike j, smooth criminal
Smooth bass, I call it sade
Why you starin so long?
Money talk so I jus walk and let it translate
You ain't fuckin with me I don't fornicate
I jus let her taste test then she let my dick chase
Young money cash money, dollars big face
So when you talkin new rappers don't compare me
Haha, I'm a last king, we don't talk rappers if it ain't ymcmb

[Chris Brown:]
Look, said I was down for the count
Let's make em eat their words
And if this beat is sweet I make em bite the curb
This probation got me walkin the straight and narrow
I'm taking shots in the club jus like it's double barrel
C'mon live thru what I've been thru
This media so fucked up that's why I don't do no interviews
And I ain't gotta break shit but I bend the rules
I skateboard, kick flip, right in my pool
With 200 model chicks super gettin loose
They jus want a big dick, did I say that? oops
Oh my, oh my where's my manners
Pardon me for this grammar
This virginia country bamma
Goin nuts like some planters, man my chain feel like an anchor
When I told you to use yo head I ain't want you to be no thinker
Fresher than a muthafucka yea you got yo stank up
Yeaa swallow yo pride, yea go ahead an drank up

Shame on you

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Songwriter(s): Abou Thiam, Karim Kharbouch, Todd Anthony Shaw, Omololu Omari Akinlolu, Dwayne Carter, Christopher Maurice Brown
Copyright: Young Money Publishing Inc., BMG Gold Songs, Songs Of Universal Inc., Culture Beyond Ur Experience Publishing, Bu Thiam Publishing, Universal Music - Z Songs, Srand
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