Descripción de Chris Brown ft. T-Pain - Niggas in Paris Remix (Lyrics):

Look, I just came to get rid of every nigga To murder every rapper, watch a nigga come up outta me I'm stuntin' hard on these muthaf-ckas Flying on the VMA's. Evel Knievel, the nigga proud of me I'm drinking this shit til 5 in the morning Your girls number 1 pick, call me Mr Lottery I let a hater nigga die, POW, like it's suicide I ain't giving no more f-ckin' apologies Stunt so hard, that shit crazy Aint shit free, f-ck you pay me Heron flow from the 80′s, my chain on me like we made it My Kinfolk got 10 hoes, 5 whites, 2 blacks like 3 Asians My Benzo got damn hoe, nigga take this shit I'm too faded Go 'head and bring yo crown over Ass kisser, brown noser, f-ck yo luck, I smoke clovers I'm partying with boat owners Marilyn Monroe hoes all on us Rookie tryna get ya signing bonus Nigga look at my chain man, I paint ya face, you a clown homie Not tryna throw subliminal, my Porsche got force centripetral Even if its just 10 of ya'll I put in the old school and you pin up dolls, yes That shit crazy, don't you play me You tryna get on this bus, bitch sign this waiver Hol' up, hol' up, gimme that Chardonnay and that Marvin Gaye shit But hol' up, my conversation too complicated, this bitch too basic You aint no groupie girl and you know that I won't say shit You got skeletons in your closet I got aliens in my basement