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cherry red - chris brown lyrics

[hook: chris brown, luvaboy tj & ray j]
just a young, fly n-gg- with a plan
make 100 million in my cherry red van
cherry red van, cherry red
cherry red, cherry red
my n-gg-s soo-woo and it’s all on sight
a wife make a straight b-tch wanna go dyk-
i got that c-ke pure white, in them baby blue xans
’bout to make a million in my cherry red van, cherry red van

[verse 1: ray j]
this one for my n-gg-s in the slam, cherry red
pontiac, 5 bird, trans-am
my auntie got the collard greens cookin’ in the pan
and it feel like thanksgiving when we feastin’ with the fam
i buy my bottom b-tch burgundy porsche cayenne
paid my taxes to the church and said, “f-ck uncle sam”
i keep a mill in the oven like some honey baked ham
i went from black tuxedo with some cherry red vans
[hook: chris brown, luvaboy tj & ray j]
just a young, fly n-gg- with a plan
make 100 million in my cherry red van
cherry red van, cherry red
cherry red, cherry red
my n-gg-s soo-woo and it’s all on sight
a wife make a straight b-tch wanna go dyk-
i got that c-ke pure white, in them baby blue xans
’bout to make a million in my cherry red van, cherry red van
cherry red van, cherry red van
cherry red, cherry red van

[verse 2: chris brown]
all of you n-gg-s some fake hoes
i dare any n-gg- to try some
n-gg-s upset, but won’t take a hit
it’s eastside n-gg-, 500
pirut, single that n-gg- from avenue
ray j, i f-ck with this centre views
give you one problem, we make the news
soo-woo to my down boos
pistol hang where my nuts at
rain of fire, that’s a blood bath
you already know where my cup at
actavis, you can’t touch that
if you got a problem, then pull up
we gon’ handle this sh-t now
only reason you hang with the shooters
cause you not the man in the house

[verse 3: luvaboy tj]
lace up my red vans, duckin’ the feds
helicopters on my head
movin’ the work on my momma house
had to get the cheese, b-tch a mighty mouse
pull up in that cherry red chain
breakin’ the bread down with all my n-gg-s
this is how we hang
earned my stripes in the street like i banged up
that thug life, that’s that hood life
live your flag and throw your set up
hustle for that good life
chitty chitty bang bang
ain’t nothin’ but a whoop thing
no stoppin’ that shoot train
bomb on ’em like hussain

- chris brown lyrics

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