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[Chris Brown -
If anybody feelin' fresh in the
Take your hold it high to the ceilin' right now
And say damn I'm killin' em, I'm killin' em
I know they me
And if your too fresh in the
Take your hand; hold it to the ceilin' right now
And say I'm killin' em, damn I'm killin' em
I they feelin' me now
[B.o.B]
And I'm still with a lifestyle you would kill fo'
Still here with the same shoes I had on from the get go
out of Atlanta, Georgia; for any of ya'll that didn't know
And I'm never that to find because 420 is my ZIP code
But back then get dro, cuz back then I was this broke
why I got so many hustles
Broke man from the fifth
What would you do in the middle of the
When the sun goes down and it gets
Growin' up in a house no stove
No doors, no walls, no
And my brother was fresher
I would go to in his clothes, when I did go
So that's why now this the type of life I live for
Comin' up as a youngin', man some I would vomit
I would throw up on myself cause I was so sick to my
Now I'm the shit, fix the
Feel my y'all, I'm this close
my whole life chasin' chips, where's Nabisco?
My past memories, I miss
Hey, all I can say is you get what you for
Brown - Chorus]
If feeling fresh in the building
Take your hand, hold it high to the right now
And say damn, I'm killing them, damn, I'm them
I know they me now
And if you too in the building
Take hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now
And say damn, I'm killing them, damn, I'm them
I they feeling me now
[T.I]
go, hey
I'm off my pit-stop
Flow with no Ziploc
Get shit pop when my shit
No hip-hop, Tip hop
I'm standin' at the tip top
I belong, it won't be long
'Til you me on a B.o.B song
Some chick gettin' my on
To touch the of my feet, G
You're gon' have to get your on
I'm up all the way high, all the way fly
On the ground and I'm off the
Madoff money, dawg
Got killers off with it all
I got the juice, could you place a
And we a call to who place a call
Don't get part and not too hard
I disregard you say
Back up the trunk and the buck
Here's I'm stoppin' today
Got all on me, homie
Can't it away we too ill, ill
how we got arenas, domes, and stadiums filled
How you
[Chris Brown -
If anybody feeling in the building
your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now
And say damn, I'm killing them, damn, I'm them
I they feeling me now
And if you too fresh in the
Take your hand, it high to the ceiling right now
And say damn, I'm killing them, damn, I'm killing
I they feeling me now
[B.o.B]
And I'm still here with a whip from the strange clouds
And I'm still with the same team, nigga stay down
here for the east side
Ain't a change but the bank account
Hands high I come 'round
Cause I'm this shit nigga, hands down
And I go hard, my like a postcard
Give a if I'm solo, I'll go toe-to-toe with your whole squad
the soul of a soldier
But even still I want no parts
And no niggas with no
You need throw guards
I'm throwed off for the most
A young dog an old bark
Flow dumb, but I'm so
I compose art, call me
My like a soap opera
With two chicks it's Noah's ark
They got dresses with no bras with good bodies like "Oh God!"
From a child to on top like a mohawk
But I new I'd go far
a gas truck with no park
So no applause, hold the
Just put your hand up if you know the
[Chris Brown -
If anybody feeling in the building
Take your hand, hold it high to the right now
And say damn, I'm them, damn, I'm killing them
I they feeling me now
And if you too fresh in the
Take your hand, hold it high to the right now
And say damn, I'm killing them, damn, I'm killing
I know feeling me now