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Pot of gold chris brown the game




pot of gold chris brown the game

Verse 1: Game There's a brown mother out there right now About to have the next LeBron, Searchin' for a pot game of gold like a leprechaun.
And everybody doing time, staying here strong, You still got a chance to live, even though you dead wrong.They say death comes in threes, Who's the next in line?Wayne just game came home, And Tip back on the yard dog, Guess Pujols ain't the only one playin' hard ball.I miss the days when life was simple, But if I brown never chris tried to follow that rainbow In search chris for the pot of gold!So ten million records brown aint mean the hood, Its a cold world, game everybody in the hood.Second Verse, Game: Sometimes I try to do good, But I just cant be! Chorus, Chris Brown: All this game bright light is not for me I city close my eyes and imagine Im home!
(Woooah, woooah!) In search for the pot of gold!
I miss the days when life was simple, But if I never try city to activator follow that rainbow In search for the pot of gold!
In search for the pot of gold.
Oh, see the thing about all of us, You never know just what we 'bout.
Its hard to get myself to do things that aint.
I miss the days when life was simple, But if I never try to follow that rainbow.
Now Im on the quest to find peace, Still gotta carry my business when its.Sold ten million records, ain't leave the hood, It's a cold world everybody need a hood, And everybody doin' time stay headstrong, Still got a chance to live Even though vice you're dead wrong.And I just lost a best friend for the second time, Now I'm on a quest to find peace, Still gotta carry my piece and soo-woo when it's reppin' time.Chorus: Chris Brown city All this spotlight Is not for.Now I'm on the quest to find peace, Still gotta carry my piece and soo-woo when it's reppin'time.In search for the pot of gold!(Woooah, woooah!) In search of the pot of gold!Chorus: Chris Brown All thie spotlight Is not for.And y'all should thank me, But my haters busy tryna send me home early but you activator can't New Orlean Saint.You dont understand, Im misunderstood, Get in the smoke two more hours, then Im done for good.I close my eyes and imagine I'm home!Searching for a pot of gold like a leprechaun, They say death comes in three, two next in line, And I lost a best friend for the second time.I'm lightin' up for all my soldiers at war, As I sit back and watch the ashes on my cigar fall.

Chorus, Chris Brown: All this bright light is not for.
You all should thank me, But my haters try to send me home early, But you came home to, i aint a saint, Bee, I pot of gold chris brown the game aint Gaga, I aint the angel leader but I try harder.


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