♫ Chris Brown T.B.G - Convertible | Текст песни

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• ♫ Chris Brown T.B.G
• Convertible

(Verse 1):
Smoke grey indo, lookin like a shadow
550 benzo, you ain't on my level
Shawty got a body coke, shaped like a bottle
Magazine star, datin nothing but the models
Money piling up, you would think i won the lotto
Cash rule everything around me, that's my motto
All black rolex, you ain't never seen no
Countin big chips, you can call me a casino

(Chorus):
Hey you, shawty what it do
Whip so sick you can call it bird flu
Got the top back, hair blowin in the air
I'm about to kill it this year
Cuz I went from a (hard top to convertible like i'm a transformer)
I went from a (hard top to convertible like i'm a transformer)
I went from a (hard top to convertible like i'm a transformer)
I went from a (hard top to convertible like i'm a transformer)

(Rap):
Point blank I'm the best in general
You know I ball and I ain't talkin 'bout genitals
I'm a shark, you can't catch me wit no fishing pole
In the dark, you can see me cuz my wrist'll glow
Get your stripes lil mama, make my whistle blow
Don't need no mistletoe, but you can kiss it though
But baby drop it low, make it shake for me
Call me Federal Reserve cuz I make money
And then I waste money, my chain so sunny
I got them karats so I share it wit them snow bunnies
Yo money is only 'bout yay high
I got that ching ching money like Shang-Hi
Yeah I'm a fool wit it, know what to do wit it
Who know got a private jet with the windows tinted
Overseas cash, get overseas ass
Got it on lock like I'm dreaded with some beeswax

(Chorus):

(Outro):
Hey little mama bring that thang over here
Put my cd on, let it bang in ya ear
You know I'm the best, watch me do my step
And I'ma let Juicy do the rest
Cuz I got dimes on me, and I ain't talkin bout no weed
I mean fine shorties, and they runnin with CB yeah

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