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[Chris Brown -
If anybody feelin' fresh in the
Take your hand; hold it high to the right now
And say damn I'm em, damn I'm killin' em
I they feelin' me
And if your too in the building
Take your hand; hold it high to the ceilin' now
And say damn I'm em, damn I'm killin' em
I they feelin' me now
[B.o.B]
And I'm still here with a you would kill fo'
here with the same shoes that I had on from the get go
Straight out of Atlanta, for any of ya'll that didn't know
And I'm never that hard to find 420 is my ZIP code
But back couldn't get dro, cuz back then I was this broke
That's why I got so many
Broke man the fifth floor
What would you do in the of the winter
When the sun goes down and it cold?
up in a house with no stove
No doors, no walls, no
And my was always fresher
I would go to school in his clothes, I did go
So that's why now this the type of life that I for
Comin' up as a youngin', man nights I would vomit
I would throw up on myself cause I was so sick to my
Now I'm the shit, fix the
with my y'all, I'm this close
Spent my whole life chasin' chips, Nabisco?
My past memories, I miss
Hey, all I can say is you get what you for
[Chris - Chorus]
If anybody feeling fresh in the
Take your hand, hold it to the ceiling right now
And say damn, I'm killing them, damn, I'm killing
I know they 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 them
I know feeling me now
[T.I]
go, hey
I'm fresh off my
airtight with no Ziploc
Get shit pop when my drop
No hip-hop, Tip hop
I'm standin' at the tip top
Where I belong, it won't be
'Til you hear me on a B.o.B
chick gettin' my skeet on
To the sole of my feet, G
You're gon' have to get reach on
I'm up all the way high, all the way fly
On the and I'm off the radar
Madoff money, dawg
Got killers paid off it all
I got the juice, you place a call
And we place a to who place a call
Don't get part and not too hard
I what you say
Back up the and pass the buck
where I'm stoppin' today
Got swag all on me,
wipe it away we too ill, ill
That's how we got arenas, domes, and stadiums
How you
[Chris - 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 killing
I know they me now
And if you too fresh in the
Take your hand, it high to the ceiling right now
And say damn, I'm them, damn, I'm killing them
I they feeling me now
[B.o.B]
And I'm still with a black whip from the strange clouds
And I'm still here with the same team, nigga down
Still for the east side
Ain't a thing change but the account
Hands high I come 'round
Cause I'm killin this shit nigga, down
And I go hard, my passport's a postcard
Give a fuck if I'm solo, I'll go toe-to-toe your whole squad
the soul of a soldier
But even still I don't no parts
And no with no hearts
You cocksuckers need throw
I'm off for the most part
A dog with an old bark
Flow dumb, but I'm so
I art, call me Mozart
My nightlife's like a opera
two chicks like it's Noah's ark
They got nice dresses with no with good bodies like "Oh God!"
From a child to on top like a mohawk
But I new I'd go far
Like a gas truck with no
So no applause, the applause
Just put your hand up if you know the
Brown - Chorus/Outro]
If anybody feeling fresh in the
Take your hand, hold it high to the right now
And say damn, I'm them, damn, I'm killing them
I know feeling me now
And if you too fresh in the
Take your hand, hold it to the ceiling right now
And say damn, I'm killing them, damn, I'm killing
I they feeling me now