Chris Brown - MFTR (Remix) Lyrics

Creep up on these niggas, creep up on these niggas
Speak up on it, nigga, speak up on it, nigga
Walk up in that bitch and wave at everythin' (x2)
Gon' make it bang, gon' make it bang
Gettin' followed by them hollows, gon' make it bang
Niggas ain’t been to church in a minute
But it’s funny how that TEC make a nigga get religious
Amen, amen, hey
Wavin' at these niggas, hey
Start wavin' at these niggas, amen, hey
Wavin' at these niggas, hey

Sawed-off shotty, we 'bout pump a nigga
I Kirk out for them Franklins, I stomp a nigga
Virginia mind, I dump on 'em and throw the gun away
The shoe fits weird, nigga, now run them Penny Hardaways
Ya can't have a conscience when ya a god, nigga
What the fuck is a city to a Godzilla?
Okay, now everybody tough, everybody buff
Tell ya, 'Shoot at they feet", and watch them double Dutch
Oh, no, then dance, lil nigga, dance, lil nigga
Ya by yourself now, what's the plan, lil nigga?
Gon' make it bang, go and make it bang
Pusha just want the money, I'm takin' everythin'
Hand me the ratchet, put everythin' in the basket
All of the paper and plastic, hollows, I'm givin' them out
Run in yo house, stickin' a gun in yo mouth
Niggas turn religious when they starin' at the devil
Pull that trigger, chopper Rocky like I'm playin' heavy metal, ah


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