FFOE lyrics

by

Chris Brown


[Intro]
The best drinks, good tree, and bad b*tches
I got the best drinks, good tree, and bad b*tches
I got the best drinks, good tree, and bad b*tches
And that's what you gon' get any time you f*ckin' with us
Finally Famous, what's up?

[Verse 1]
I'm on the west side of my city
Ridin' round like a tour guide
With that white girl she got a tongue ring
That might as well be a bullseye
She half naked walking 'round this b*tch
I almost thought I was poolside
Tryna raw dog my... (oh!)
Like her tubes tied but that's suicide!
One time for my n*ggas who made something out of nothing -
Cause you could lose it all my n*gga look at David Ruffin
"You could lose it twice as fast as you got it"
Got it - that's what my grandma told me
And you've got to be a dumb dumb dumb motherf*cker
Not to listen to what you hear from the OG's
Rollin' OG 'til I G-O
Yeah G-O, n*gga, add an O-D
That's what I rep, n*gga, 'til I O-D
Collecting everything that this world owes me
I told my Momma grab you any kind of car
Girl cause you my shining star, I love you everywhere you are
Back to it - to the game I am committed
My intentions: stay persistent
Workin' overtime like we get paid off commissions
And my wrist bliss, work
Ms. Gliss, man I ain't got time like my wristlit
No b*tch fit, just a fit b*tch
Who's only job is to make me feel terrific
[Chorus]
Now we going strong, we'll be going going gone, 'til we on

[Verse 2]
I'm on the east side of my city
Ridin' round like it's "Doomsday"
And if you keep pushing my buttons
Might f*ck around and be a "Tomb Day"
Don't let go of her hand
Or it might be "Big-Sean-In-Her-Womb Day"
"Congratulations, dog!" man, that's what the whole room say
I want money and security for all of my descendants
We up in Hollywood, tryna get our hands cemented
If you don't f*ck with my songs
Man, you gotta f*ck with the intention
Tryna get my fam and friends-es
Behind Benz-es, and Cartier lenses, woah
I believe I can fly, I believe I'm the man
I believe in God
Man, they sending shots, shots, shots, shots
Like they don't believe I can die
Man, f*ck whoever used to tell me to stop
A legend in the making -
f*ck whoever told me I'm not

[Chorus]
Now we going strong, we'll be going going gone, 'til we on
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