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weakest link - chris brown lyrics

[intro: goldie & quavo]
now we can settle this like you got some class, so we can get into some gangsta sh*t
hey, chris, i don’t want no issues, bruh
i don’t want no smoke, i don’t wanna fight you
i don’t wanna do nothin’, bruh
like, please, bruh

[chorus: chris brown]
who want smoke with me?
who want smoke with me?
who want smoke with me?
who want smoke with c?
who want*, who want smoke with me?
who want*
brr, brr, brr, yeah, yeah

[verse: chris brown]
okay, let’s get down to the facts, p*ssy, i’m dripped in red (okay)
don’t let this r&b sh*t fool you, n*ggas get ripped to shreds (get down)
quavo talkin’ like he a thug, n*gga, you a b*tch with dreads (you a b*tch)
can’t wait to see the day that you back up all that sh*t you said (you on)
what’s all that boss sh*t you talkin’? you ain’t no huncho, n*gga (ain’t no huncho)
you the weakest link outta yo’ clique, let’s keep it a hundo, n*gga (one hunnid)
you f*cked my ex*ho, that’s cool, i don’t give no f*ck, lil n*gga (still a b*tch)
’cause i f*cked yo’ ex when you were still with her, b*tch, i’m up, lil n*gga (i’m up)
they say revenge is sweet, now think about that sh*t (revenge is sweet)
don’t let that line go over your head, i might just sing about that sh*t (crack, crack, crack)
i had her fiending ’bout that d*ck, there’s something sweet about that sh*t (yeah, yeah, yeah, uh)
i got some tea up out that b*tch, but i ain’t go speak about that sh*t (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
wow (i got brr)
i ain’t playin’ chess with a checker player, i’m a tickin’ bomb on the detonator (yeah, yeah)
i sh*t on n*ggas, i’m a defacator, i put a migo on a ventilator (yeah, yeah, brr, what?)
stop talkin’ ’bout beatin’ girls, you was beatin’ b*tches on the elevator
we seen the tapes, that’s devastatin’ (brr, bow)
you doin’ bad, you a b*tch, and yo’ music trash (yeah yeah, yeah)
fashion week, they sat me next to yo’ lame ass, i was truly mad (what?)
all i kept thinkin’ ’bout was breakin’ yo’ face, but i gave you a pass (what?)
you lucky i ain’t wanna f*ck the money up, boy, i woulda broke you in half (brr, bow)
quit tryin’ to be tough, you ain’t like that, why you keep showin’ off? (aa)
quit talkin’ ’bout drugs, you the only pack that i been smokin’ on (wow)
i just hit my plug, told him, “come back, i’ma need more than one” (come on)
yo’ last album was a weed tray, just some bullsh*t that we roll up on (brr, bow)
you know it’s on, put you to bed, night, night, that’s sudafed (yeah)
show me that i’m tender, b*tch, time to prove what you just said, (wow, wow)
r.i.p. takeoff, he the only real one, i got true respect
crazy how when he died, everybody really wished it was you instead (oh sh*t! brr)
you trippin’, chris, don’t say that, don’t lose your head (d*mn)
you done turned the big bad wolf on, these f*ck n*ggas never knew revenge (woo)
this what happens when a f*ck n*gga push a real n*gga out to the edge (yeah)
this what happens when a dumb n*gga get fame and it get to his head (yeah)
you gon’ kiss this ring, n*gga, big “f*ck you” from my middle finger (yeah)
i tattoo my trigger finger, bring real beef to yo’ dinner table (yeah, brr, ga, bow)
my mental state ain’t ever stable, i know this sh*t gon’ sting, n*gga (bah, grrah)
i’ll run yo’ ass through the wringer, n*gga, you just got bodied by a singin’ n*gga (grr, grr, grr), b*tch
see chris brown live
get tickets as low as $60
[chorus: chris brown]
who want smoke with me?
who want smoke with me?
who want smoke with me? (who want smoke)
who want smoke with c?
who want*, who want smoke with me?
who want* (who want*, who want*)
brr, paow, yeah, yeah, yeah

- chris brown lyrics

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