Only (Freestyle) lyrics
by Chris Brown
[Verse: Remy Ma]
Yo, I'm a real b*tch, these sl*ts ain't
Six years I did upstate
I did walks like I'm on a catwalk
These b*tches walk like they butts stank
See my jewelry, you'll see rock
Like that imported vodka that Puff drink
Embrace the haters, I love hate
Cause y'all showing love, but that love fake
I'm from Castle Hill where they pump weight
The murder rate high and the drug rate
Them thugs love me, I got blood money
Cause I stash my money in a Blood bank
I been doing good, my son great
Y'all better have my ones straight
Hurry up, I don't f*cking wait
I'll eat her food on my lunch break
Cuff me they uncover the truth
These hoes lie, yeah her too
Art of War, I'm Sun Tzu
I'm back b*tch, don't know what to do
Your run was short like a (?)
Your hood where the ops live
Speed across the Ed Koch bridge
And pull up in front of that thot crib
I don't argue that's bum sh*t
My Mackage gets unzipped
Reach on you then dump clips
Punish her - that's Pun's sh*t
They all lost already
They don't want me to win
I'm 'bout to kill these hoes - Scott Peterson
[Hook: Chris Brown]
Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July
Nothing but bad b*tches in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet
Nothing but real n*ggas only, bad b*tches only
Rich n*ggas only, independent b*tches only
Boss n*ggas only, thick b*tches only
I got my real n*ggas here by my side, only