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Chris Brown - I'm Illy

feat. Teyana Taylor

[Intro:]
Yeah, 09 our year... (haha)
Mixtape status... Youtube... (haha)
Teyana Taylor what's good?
C. Breezy in the building...
Yeah man
Let's go in...

[Chris Brown:]
I'm in the clouds homie...
No gas mask
Paper long stack higher than giraffe ass
I'm used to driving space-ships so I'm landing wrong
On some ugly shit, ET with a bandana on
Dolce book bag, Louie rag, hanging out the right side
Red lightning in my hair I'm looking on the bright side...
Listen to my music, yes I highly recommend it
But if you ain't messin' with it why the hell you commentin'?
And I'm really lovin' rappin' now
Know I had to get it in...
Listening to rappers and some of 'em sounding feminine
Any stage or any show I been there or I done it
Too big and these girls run from it. (haha)
These young niggas here now, yeah we 'bout to shut 'em down
My little sister Teyana Taylor and yeah I'm Chris Brown
And ain't no goons with me gone act silly
Don't forget mother-sucker I'm illy...

[Teyana Taylor:]
Uh, I guess the magazines just ain't enough
Still wanna play with us
When that beat get murdered right away you know they say it's us
Blog sites, web sites, they all know I'm dead nice
Porsche at the red light, you hardern chicks is dead tight
Money steady generatin', haters give me inspiration, swagged out generation, got your child board skatin'
M.O.B so solid, rate bands so poppin', multi-colored finger nails, cranberry phone posse
Killin' every beat I touch, pardon everything I say
Pen game, whip game, I just bought a car today
Jealous of my one of a kind swag you're dumb match
Shorty tried to copy and paste my style, she's dumb gas...
Scared of nobody, I push it to the limit...
You rap chicks is burnin' here's a number to a clinic
CB is with me and familiar with the movement
Neglect every instrument to my body and abuse it

[Chris Brown:]
Alexander McQueen jeans, I'm on that mean shit...
Super Sweet 16 clean, my magazine clip
Yeah you a hater now, check check out my gators now
Rockin' goose downs and I'm with a belt crocodile
Can't forget my fur coat, shorty name Merlow...
And she mad wild, and I like the way it pur yo
2012 yeah, I'm rockin' new denims, with the temperature control all in 'em

[Teyana Taylor:]
Yeahh. I'm gone go hard, so hard
Everytime I spit is after par you know I show off...
Lyrics is impeccable
You know I'm gone act the fool
Yo he and my model swag Y 3 2 cool
Yeah my block is forty left
You know we don't play no games
Timberland hard denims, wife beat swag flames...
Harlem is my birth place
L.A where my work lay
Haters check my profile
Now this ain't Myspace. Oww!

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