First 48 - Chris Brown

Letra de First 48, canción donde Chris Brown interpreta uno de los temas que más suenan en el albúm Boy In Detention. Si te gusta la buena musica y te apasiona conocer letras de canciones de Chris Brown no te pierdas este single llamado First 48, no querras parar de escucharlo.

Letra First 48 - Chris Brown

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Hahaha, alright. Let that beat drop.
Okay, lehhgooo. Owwwwww Look, go on make
em clap, make em do that. And when this
nigga rap, they be like "Who dat?" She
in the party super wet, where the pool
at? I got a big head, so my hat adjust
to 2 snaps. Money to the ceiling, tell
me where my roof at. Your pants too
tight, maybe you just too fat. Just a
cheetoh with doritos, yea, I lay em like
du-rags. Boy, I know why you mad, cause
my chain stoopid. And your girl leaning
all on me. Imma give her a couple of
drinks, then I put her ass to sleep.
Bedtime, if she come she a freak. Then
you read them headlines that she fucking
with C.B. What you mean? Imma ball out.
I'm driving space ships, I threw my cars
out. What I call a garage, you call a
house. Live in that hole in the wall,
you are a mouse. They be like "Chris,
you killing it." Soprano. Valet tryna
steal my keys, nigga this ain't no
piano. What you mean? I'm the president,
but fu*ka bout a plan though. They gonna
have to change the channel, cause its
way too much to handle. Yep, haha. All
that bullshit, I ain't hearing it. Cause
I'm on point, like a pyramid. and I'm
flushing you turds, killing shit. Only
hear two words, nigga sit. Yea! I'm the
B E S T E S T. I'm in that Range, you in
that low key. Off that super loud, the
car smoking, but it's Friday. What up
Smokey? Damn, man all these cameras are
bananas. And the waitress hate me, hope
she don't spit in my sandwich. Yea,
ya'll can't get at me like a mention.
Indirectly, ya'll respect me, because
this BOY IN DETENTION. But still I walk
around too proud. Neighbors mad at me,
cause I fu*ktoo loud. You would think I
was police, how I move crowds. V-A-gina!
Two up, two down. Team Breezy, yea I'm
reppin it. We the shit boiiii, so don't
step in it. I'm all about my stripes,
like a veteran. And it's getting too
late, I need to take my medicine. Ok, ok
let me go. Nigga be shining, this soul
glow. (?) Boy, look at all these
diamonds, And my chain so heavy, and my
neck be rhyming. (?) Can't see you, all
I see is my shades. Girl, got her giddy
giddy, Frankie Lyeman. I make her cum
like clockwork. What you call that?
Perfect timing. They call me Hercules.
Just like a slave, she working me. Know
she off that bong weed, when she smoking
and got them purple leaves. 7-Eleven
head, no hands when she slurping me.
Then she swallowed my sword, like a
circus freak. Letra First 48 Lyrics
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