Weakest Link (Chris Brown) (Explicit) - ROD

Lyrics by：ROD

Now we can settle this like you got some

Class or we can get into some gangster ****

Hey chris I don't want no issues bruh

I don't want no smoke I don't wanna fight you

I don't wanna do nothin' bruh

Like please bruh

Who want smoke with me

Who want smoke with me

Who want smoke with me

Who want smoke with C

Who want mm who want smoke with me

Who want

Brrah brrah brrah yeah yeah

Okay let's get down to the facts

P***y I'm dripped in red okay

Don't let this RB **** fool you

Niggas get ripped to shreds get down

Quavo talkin' like he a thug nigga

You a ***** with dreads you a *****

Can't wait to see the day that you back up

All of that **** you said you on

What's all that boss **** you talkin'

You ain't no huncho nigga

You ain't no huncho

You the weakest link out of your clique

Let's keep it a hundo nigga one hundred

You ****** my ex-ho that's cool

I don't give no **** lil' nigga

Still a *****

'Cause I ****** your

Ex when you were still

With her ***** I'm up

Lil' nigga I'm up

They say revenge is sweet

Revenge is sweet

Now think about that ****

Don't let that line go over your head

I might just sing about that ****

I had her fiendin' 'bout that d**k

There's somethin' sweet about that ****

I got some tea up out that *****

But I ain't gon' speak about that ****

Woah fah fah brr

I ain't playin' chess with a checker player

I'm a tickin' bomb on the detonator

I **** on niggas I'm a defacator

I'll put a migo on a ventilator what

Stop talkin' 'bout beatin' girls

You was beatin' ******* on the elevator

We seen the tapes that's devastatin'

You doin' bad you a *****

And your music trash yeah yeah yeah

Fashion week they sat me next to your lame a*s

I was truly mad what

All I kept thinkin'

'Bout was breakin' your face

But I gave you a pass what

You lucky I ain't wanna **** the money up

Boy I would've broke you in half brrah baow

Quit tryin' to be tough

You ain't like that

Why you keep showin' off uh

Quit talkin' 'bout d**gs

You the only pack that

I've been smokin' on woah

I just hit my plug told him

Come back I'ma need more than one come on

Your last album was a w**d tray

Just some ******** that we roll up on

You know it's on put you to bed

Night night that's sudafed yeah

Show me that I'm tender *****

Time to prove what you just said

Rip takeoff he the only real

One that got true respect

Crazy how when he died

Everybody really wished it was you instead

Oh ****

You trippin' chris don't say that

Don't lose your head damn

You done turned the big bad wolf on

These **** niggas never knew revenge woo

This what happens when a **** nigga

Push a real nigga out to the edge yeah

This what happens when a dumb nigga get

Fame and it get to his head yeah

You gon' kiss this ring nigga

Big **** you from my middle finger

I'll tattoo my trigger finger yeah

Bring real beef to your dinner table

My mental state ain't never stable

I know this **** gon' sting nigga grrah

I'll run your a*s through the wringer nigga

You just got bodied by a singer nigga *****

Who want smoke with me

Who want smoke with me

Who want smoke with me

Who want smoke with C

Who want mm who want smoke with me

Who want

Brrah brrah brrah yeah yeah