Chris Brown (+) Mirage

Chris Brown ☆ Mirage

Lace the nations don’t have it
A hatred addict
I need faces mad with frowns
When I’m around
Or I’m wasting the fabric
I don’t feel greater
To my plush pieces
Cause you to suck your teeth
So mean mugging
on my clean thugging
Mean nothing
Women dream I’m your husband
I’m Alex Pushkin
The black poetry writing Russian
Ice disgusting
I started bling
How could you question
my direction
Or my time for collection
Gangstas two steppin
You hate me
Should thank me
But lately
I burned so much trees
I keep environmentalists angry
I’m a rare dude
I’m a wonder
Your best success
is my worst blunder
Y’all living trendy on pennies
I cop plenty Fendi
Vivienne Westwood I’m good
Get the whole Trump Tower
top floor for the hood
Dre & Cool we riding heavy
And why to Miami Cause
We make the world go round
Now let’s toast to the hustlers
We make the world go round
Tell the hustlers
toast to the gangstas
We make the world go round
Tell the gangstas
toast to the ballers
We make the world go round
And tell the ballers
pour glass for all us
We make the world go round
I see you haters
on the floor jockin my swag
I’m popping Ralph Lauren tags
I’m pouring champagne
inside a polo glass
Model b’tches rollin grass
Escabon folding cash
toasting wit my entourage
went for Robin Armitage
to all my stars
red carpet to the Larmitage
We throwin red dice
at the Mirage
I pull that red Lamborghini
or twenties out my garage
instead of shopping
South Beach like
and Terror Squad
We the Best big pippin
Top down chrome spinnin
Top Gun Tom Cruise
Tucked inside my Gucci linen
No
Jess Romo you tryin a shine
up on with the nine
on your jersey for promo
Jessica Simpson that’s so so
Nick warner’s baby back
wit lo so
Devil white
5 0 they catch me
at the pro bowl
on the field diamonds
choking the jockey on my
polo
CB let em know though
We make the world go round
Tell the hustlers
toast to the gangstas
We make the world go round
Tell the gangstas
toast to the ballers
We make the world go round
And tell the ballers
pour glass for all us
We make the world go round
We make the world go round
From my town to your town
We on top no stopping us now
We got patron
to ballers two steppin
Ladies on the float
and all in two steppin
From Malay to Harlem
two stepping
So I stop cause we made it
where the ladies are
We start with Bellini’s and
end with Patron shots
H Lorenzo belt buckle
from Chrome Heart
A life tag popper
It’d be sad not to walk out
the store with bags
Worth a 100 cash shopping
Balance only would hafta
Hafta to swell you up
before a pea snaps
as you wet a vanilla dutch
Mets cap that’s Queens
I’m a vet
Bet that 300 carats
the average up
on the neck black
Paid the cost be the boss
Black Caesar floss
Weekends at the Venetian
pull up in that black Porsche
Top down new fashion
Seeing me is like seeing
through the lens
of Helmut Newton’s camera
Light flashing
and I’m laughin
My plaque’s from album sales
Y’all is ringtone platinum
But 99 cents adds up
I don’t hate em
I congratulate em
The new young Prince
with young Mike Jackson
on the same track what
Now let’s toast
to the hustlers
We make the world go round
Tell the hustlers
toast to the gangstas
We make the world go round
Tell them gangstas
toast to the ballers
We make the world go round
And tell the ballers
pour glass for all us
We make the world go round

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