[Verse 1: Chris Brown] An ounce of love is all I need To fly with an angel While the dealers die for it The kush burn like bullets, both 'em chasing the green I’m chiefing, seeing
Dime after dime Girl I need that strong shit Top of the line You know that stick icky wrong shit You know there might be a time Pretty young thing Baby just try this I got all the flavors Got you fienin’
[Pre-hook: Chris Brown] Oh oh Girl I got you warming up so take off them clothes We can do it anywhere Have one cup, let’s go Hallucinating this hit will make you see your ghosts You’re mine, it’s alright
[Bridge: Chris Brown] You said that you ain’t smoke in a while baby So we gon’ fuck and I’ma roll up It’s getting loud, blowing on that loud girl Baby I’ma work you out girl, work you out girl I love you, Mary Jane
[Hook: Chris Brown] I’ma break it down, baby lick you like a swisher Homie light that shit on fire, Mary Jane I’m fucking with ya I’m a hot box in your hot box You just take it like a picture I’ma go slower and slower So high you flying baby I’ma break it down, baby lick you like a swisher I’ma break it down, l-l-lick you like, lick you like I’ma break it down, baby lick you like a swisher I’ma break it down, baby so high we’re flying yea
[Verse 2: Chris Brown] You so high, you fine baby Smoke that shit, better give me a light My private jet red eye baby Give it to you good, beat it up Yo pussy is a crybaby Don’t stop, take it to the head Yeah, yeah
And I’m putting in work, that 9 to 5 baby Coming round, you smoking brown Let me bust that, switch you out baby That white girl, them white papers Let’s roll up, roll up I’m off that green, she off that molly I need a bottle of water And everything good, the kitty got smiling
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[Verse 3: Chris Brown] Okay, hold up I’m bout to roll up I got a pint, gon' mix it with the Sprite, let me pour up Hell of a night, 100 million dollar yacht Never paid for the pussy but after this you gon' owe us Si-si-si-sick on the dick but don’t throw up Break it down, bend you over OHB, I’m off the THC I guarantee that bitch nigga won’t show up I’ma make the bitch bounce bounce Nigga to yo look style, we gon' pull up at Snoop house Smoke it by the ounce (ounce), a nigga be too high Man you’re star struck, kinda fucked I’ma go HAM when I’m in it I throw 100 bands when I’m winning What you saying? It’s a limit? She on my shoulder, getting closer Now she a chain smoker
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