Here's Theraflu (Freestyle) Lyrics
by Chris Brown
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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