Chris Brown

Chris Brown - Theraflu (Freestyle) lyrics

rate me

My bank account, tellin’ me to calm down

The billboards tellin’ me to climb down

Ha, niggas pillow talkin’, let me find out

Could give a fuck about later bitch I’m on now

Ha, you know the shine is what I do though

Bitch, you know I’m flexin’ I bought a necklace and a 2 do’

Monday in the Rolly, Tuesday in the Hublot

RnB killin’ rap niggas, that’s just what I do though

These niggas is lame, they always complain and doin’ the same shit

Get all up on twitter, tryna get followers, suckin’ the same dick

I’m tired of these niggas, tired of arguin’ over the same bitch

Niggas funny like comics, I’m wealthy nigga, I aint rich

My shit be up in galleries, a million when I paint bitch

Pop records bought me this Ferrari, that’s a lane switch

Switch it up on you niggas watch my number change

Grown up on you niggas, yeah my number changed

Hit-boy, all these rappers wasting beats

I bought all my clique toys, aint no niggas wasting heat

Yeah I cop that big noise, aka I’m TNT

I blow that shit up, get up

Cause boy you can’t get rid of

Don’t fuck with my old bitch, it’s like a bad fur

Every industry nigga done had her

Trick or treat like a pumpkin just to smash her

Bitches breaking codes, but I’m the password

Now it’s time for young niggas to shut down shit

If you yappin’ in the club then you surrounded

They say he trippin’, on some greyhound shit

He didn’t listen, now he listening to the ground bitch

Put him out, he’s sleepin’

With all the sneakers on his chest, he barely breathin’

Like it’s lights out, he took a beatin’

Hand on his chest, holding his heart, pledge of allegiance

Damn, his bitch cold, need a Theraflu

Took ‘em shopping, bought ‘em 1500 pair of shoes

Ha, Theraflu

I’m a cold ass nigga, fuck you!

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