Well Done 2 lyrics

by

Chris Brown


[Intro]
Well, well done
Finish him

[Verse 1]
Treat my di*k like a dog b*tch, fetch
I put it down your throat
Then I bust it on your neck
T-killer I’m a mess, Homer Simpson in the flesh
Yeah I’m doper then syringe
f*ck your b*tch and all her friends
Make amends for all my sins I ain’t trippin on a b*tch
I’m a bull give me wings
Too many tats on my skin
You know my rank n*gga
If you speaking, come proper
Hit you with a shot like boom shaka laka
Knock your ass to your feet like too much vodka
I’m hotter than a two dollar pistol from a Rasta
Yeah they call me Tyga with a heart of Mufasa
n*gga I ain’t lying
Hard to find like a fossil
I’ll be outta here king sh*t like Cairo
Asian n*gga kick you in the face Tae Bo
I’m rising with the heat on these n*ggas like pyro
I’m just freestyling, a n*gga young and wilding
Lord I done suffered through too many years
And we done shed so many tears
Lost many peers no memories
Just misery killing all my enemies
f*ck her til she can’t see
f*ck until we can’t breath
Knock knock who there, deez nuts in your face
b*tch I’m eating: get a plate
All my n*ggas do the same, most my homies Hoover Gang
Larry Hoover, Lawrence Taylor, giant Glocks
Patch your eye like a Raider
Too many b*tches call it pus*y mania
n*ggas tryna borrow swag, I don’t do favors
Pac sh*t middle finger
Finger f*ck whoever hating
I’m the sh*t ya’ll n*ggas constipated
f*ck your b*tch it's easy, even to a caveman
I’m good, Meagan
Make it rain til the roof cave in
85 laker, high rise, purple lasers
Marc Jacobs famous like the Mona Lisa
No patients leave her in the lobby waiting
Vacation, n*gga I ain’t talking Vegas
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