Letras:
Chris Young Flowers

bring you flowers Lord, I'd take your place in this field of stone If I only had the power Look what it took For me to finally bring you flowers Yeah

bring you flowers Lord, I'd take your place in this field of stone If I only had the power Look what it took For me to finally bring you flowers Yeah

Blues Clues And Lloyd Banks is Dora the Explorer They're my friends Psyche I went down one of them Bodaga shits right there in Harlem Got me a bootleg Lloyd Banks and Young

Blues Clues And Lloyd Banks is Dora the Explorer They're my friends Psyche I went down one of them Bodaga shits right there in Harlem Got me a bootleg Lloyd Banks and Young

: (with Tyga) [Chris Brown:] These niggas mad, They mugging me I like my pussy bowl Mr. Clean, She started waxing, my dick relaxing I make her bedrock

like to introduce to you the future, The young , the new R&B prince, Chris Brown Spit flame, And me stick around ya boy Chris Brown [Verse 1: Chris]

the awkward flow like I'm sick Go get your momma to bring a thermometer, my temperatures hot Come up with a flow that would kill a industry, and I could

to sing of Jesus Christ the risen one Did you feel the people tremble? Did you hear the singers roar? When the lost began to sing of Jesus Chris the

just warmin up, gimme a second to get it back Young Chris, Neek what? Oschino and Sparks Next summer's yo' summer, tear this motherfucker up Young is eternal, my young