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compadre - chris brown lyrics

[intro]
murda on da beat so it’s not nice

[pre-chorus: chris brown]
yeah, all these pills, i can’t hear what you sayin’
drugs, all these drugs, yeah, b-tch
goin’ to the moon, beam me up
smokin’ high sh-t
gas, smokin’ gas, the fire sh-t

[chorus: chris brown]
i’m runnin’ plays, i’m connected with the plug
huh, olé, olé, olé, my compadre
my homies loco when they shoot you out in broad day
it ain’t no easy route ’cause speakin’ ain’t the hard way, yeah

[verse 1: chris brown]
olé, olé, olé, i just found out the play
got my b-tch all on his line sendin’ his location
you must think you sl!ck, huh
pull up with the stick
revolver, hollow sh-lls, so you won’t find out who did it
disappear like houdini
drop the top, that’s a magic trick
three lamborghinis, you f-ck n-ggas on that rentin’ sh-t
cool as sh-t, through with all the foolish sh-t
you know, got the rugers, with the toolies with
get, that’s a .30 clip, yeah

[pre-chorus: chris brown]
all these pills, i can’t hear what you sayin’
drugs, all these drugs, yeah, b-tch
goin’ to the moon, beam me up
smokin’ high sh-t
gas, smokin’ gas, the fire sh-t

[chorus: chris brown & kap g]
i’m runnin’ plays, i’m connected with the plug
huh, olé, olé, olé, my compadre (my compadre)
my homies loco when they shoot you out in broad day (out in broad day)
it ain’t no easy route ’cause speakin’ ain’t the hard way (yeah)

[verse 2: kap g]
wakin’ up, i’m feelin’ like i’m pablo (pablo)
i got some partners with the duffle like i’m ralo (damu)
i got some partners who gon’ pull up with them hollows (skrrt)
your b-tch gon’ send me your location from your iphone (ayy)
pull up in the trenches (pull up in the trenches)
uh, n-gga, pull up with the stenches (pull up with the stenches)
uh, i keep pulling out of them b-tches (yuh)
i got the sauce and i’m drippin’ (woo)
i’m dripped in designer, call me big tymin, i’m just being honest
we got it on us, we pull up in hondas
you don’t want the drama, you talk to your honor, yeah

[pre-chorus: chris brown & kap g]
all these pills, i can’t hear what you sayin’ (kap g)
drugs, all these drugs, yeah, b-tch
goin’ to the moon, beam me up
smokin’ high sh-t
gas, smokin’ gas, the fire sh-t

[pre-chorus: chris brown]
all these pills, i can’t hear what you sayin’
drugs, all these drugs, yeah, b-tch
goin’ to the moon, beam me up
smokin’ high sh-t
gas, smokin’ gas, the fire sh-t

- chris brown lyrics

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