Testo Let The Blunt Go

Testo Let The Blunt Go

[feat. Problem]

[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'
Bitches poppin pills like it's for pain
In their eyes I'm the shit
Molly probably fantasizing all about my dick
Only one real nigga, take a pic
And all you haters, I'm gonna take your bitch

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Every nigga in the club see the same ho
With the same friends all they do is change clothes
Try to bowl and they pussies say their lane closed
If you fuckin' for your rent you a lame ho
Oops, yeah I said that
Half ya'll niggas in here frontin where your bread at?
Ahhhhh, gon' stutter rap
Thought so can't do it like this broke nigga

[Hook x2: Chris Brown]
If say you got to work, why you in the club ho?
Hell no you can't smoke my drugs ho
Now you in the club tryin' to fuck no love ho
How you do that there? bitch let the blunt go

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Too many cars a parade when I pull up
Glass jaw, catch a fade that's a chin up
If you ain't looking I'm gonna eat your ho for dinner
She said shes a virgin but I fucked her in Virginia
I ate her at the Supper Club
Bad bitches at Greystone, but they just some runner ups
Now every nigga in here seeing if you tryin' to fuck
And every nigga in here schemin' gon' try your luck
I'm A-1, no steak sauce nigga they spray dumb
It's like ratatatat cross your baseball cap
A couple hoes in your face like Jason

[Bridge]

[Hook x2]
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