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Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Chris Brown - Let The Blunt Go Lyrics


Funk Flex, Chris Brown
Who You Mad At? Me Or Yourself
Gold Chain, Gold Chain
Getting Money Gon’ Watch 

These Hoes Change
I’m In The Party Got 
These Bithes Off Molly And They Rolling
Bitches Poppin Pills Like Its For Pain

In Their Eyes Im The Shit
Molly Probably Fantasizing All About My Dick
Only One Real Nigga, Take A Pic
And All You Haters, I’m Gonna Take Your Bitch

Every Nigga In The Club See The Same Hoe
With The Same Friends All They Do Is Change Clothes
Try To Bowl And They Pussies Say Their Lane Closed
If You F**king For Your Rent You A Lame Hoe

Oops, Yeah I Said That
Half Ya’ll Niggas In Here Frontin Where Your Bread At?
Ahhhhh, Gon’ Stutter Rap
Thought So Can’t Do It Like This Broke Nigga

If Say You Got To Work, Why You In The Club Hoe?
Hell No You Can’t Smoke My Drugs Hoe
Now You In The Club Trying To F**k No Love Hoe
How You Do That There? Bitch Let The Blunt Go

Too Many Cars A Parade When I Pull Up
Glass Jaw, Catch A Fade That’s A Chin Up
If You Ain't Looking I’m Gonna Eat Your Hoe For Dinner
She Said Shes A Virgin But I F**ked Her In Virginia

I Ate Her At The Supper Club
Bad Bitches At Greystone, But They Just Some Runner Ups
Now Every Nigga In Here Seeing If You Tryin’ To F**k
And Every Nigga In Here Scheming Gon’ Try Your Luck

I’m A-1, No Steak Sauce Nigga They Spray Dumb
Its Like Ratatatat Cross Your Baseball Cap
A Couple Hoes In Your Face Like Jason
Every Nigga In The Club See The Same Hoe

With The Same Friends All They Do Is Change Clothes
Try To Bowl And They Pussies Say Their Lane Closed
If You F**king For Your Rent You A Lame Hoe
Oops, Yeah I Said That

Half Ya’ll Niggas In Here Frontin Where Your Bread At?
Ahhhhh, Gon’ Stutter Rap
Thought So Can’t Do It Like This Broke Nigga
If Say You Got To Work, Why You In The Club Hoe?

Hell No You Can’t Smoke My Drugs Hoe
Now You In The Club Trying To F**k No Love Hoe
How You Do That There? Bitch Let The Blunt Go
Every Nigga In The Club See The Same Hoe

With The Same Friends All They Do Is Change Clothes
Try To Bowl And They Pussies Say Their Lane Closed
If You F**king For Your Rent You A Lame Hoe
Oops, Yeah I Said That

Half Ya’ll Niggas In Here Frontin Where Your Bread At?
Ahhhhh, Gon’ Stutter Rap
Thought So Can’t Do It Like This Broke Nigga
If Say You Got To Work, Why You In The Club Hoe?

Hell No You Can’t Smoke My Drugs Hoe
Now You In The Club Trying To F**k No Love Hoe
How You Do That There? Bitch Let The Blunt Go



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