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• Artiste: Funkmaster Flex
• Titre: Let The Blunt Go
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[feat. Problem] [Intro: Funk Flex] Funk Flex, Chris Brown Who you mad at? Me or yourself [Verse 1: Chris Brown] Gold chain, gold chain Gettin' money gon' watch these hoes change I'm in the party got these bithes off molly and they rollin' Bitches poppin pills like it's for pain In their eyes I'm 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 [Bridge: Chris Brown] Every nigga in the club see the same ho With the same friends all they do is change clothes Try to bowl and they pussies say their lane closed If you fuckin' for your rent you a lame ho 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 [Hook x2: Chris Brown] If say you got to work, why you in the club ho? Hell no you can't smoke my drugs ho Now you in the club tryin' to fuck no love ho How you do that there? bitch let the blunt go [Verse 2: Chris Brown] 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 ho for dinner She said shes a virgin but I fucked 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 fuck And every nigga in here schemin' gon' try your luck I'm A-1, no steak sauce nigga they spray dumb It's like ratatatat cross your baseball cap A couple hoes in your face like Jason [Bridge] [Hook x2]