let the blunt go lyrics – chris brown

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’
b*tches poppin pills like its for pain
in their eyes im the sh*t
molly probably fantasizing all about my d*ck
only one real n*gg*, take a pic
and all you haters, i’m gonna take your b*tch

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every n*gg* in the club see the same hoe
with the same friends all they do is change clothes
try to bowl and they p*ss*es say their lane closed
if you f*ckin’ for your rent you a lame hoe
oops, yeah i said that
half ya’ll n*gg*s in here frontin where your bread at?
ahhhhh, gon’ stutter rap
thought so can’t do it like this broke n*gg*

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if say you got to work, why you in the club hoe?
h*ll no you can’t smoke my drugs hoe
now you in the club tryin’ to f*ck no love hoe
how you do that there? b*tch let the blunt go

[verse 2: chris brown]
too many cars a parade when i pull up
gl*ss jaw, catch a fade that’s a chin up
if you aint looking i’m gonna eat your hoe for dinner
she said shes a virgin but i f*cked her in virginia
i ate her at the supper club
bad b*tches at greystone, but they just some runner ups
now every n*gg* in here seeing if you tryin’ to f*ck
and every n*gg* in here schemin’ gon’ try your luck
i’m a-1, no steak sauce n*gg* they spray dumb
its like ratatatat cross your baseball cap
a couple hoes in your face like jason

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/ chris brown lyrics