Chris Brown – Weakest Link Lyrics


Now we can settle this like you got some class, so we can get into some gangsta shit
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-, who want smoke with me?
Who want-
Brr, brr, brr, yeah, yeah

Okay, let’s get down to the facts, pussy, I’m dripped in red (Okay)
Don’t let this R&B shit fool you, niggas get ripped to shreds (Get Down)
Quavo talkin’ like he a thug, nigga, you a bitch with dreads (You a Bitch)
Can’t wait to see the day that you back up all that shit you said (You on)
What’s all that boss shit you talkin’? You ain’t no huncho, nigga (Ain’t no huncho)
You the weakest link outta yo’ clique, let’s keep it a hundo, nigga (One hunnid)
You fucked my ex-ho, that’s cool, I don’t give no fuck, lil nigga (Still a bitch)
‘Cause I fucked yo’ ex when you were still with her, bitch, I’m up, lil nigga (I’m up)
They say revenge is sweet, now think about that shit (Revenge is sweet)


Don’t let that line go over your head, I might just sing about that shit (Crack, crack, crack)
I had her fiending ’bout that dick, there’s something sweet about that shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh)
I got some tea up out that bitch, but I ain’t go speak about that shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Wow (I got brr)
I ain’t playin’ chess with a checker player, I’m a tickin’ bomb on the detonator (Yeah, yeah)
I shit on niggas, I’m a defacator, I put a Migo on a ventilator (Yeah, yeah, brr, what?)
Stop talkin’ ’bout beatin’ girls, you was beatin’ bitches on the elevator
We seen the tapes, that’s devastatin’ (Brr, bow)
You doin’ bad, you a bitch, and yo’ music trash (Yeah yeah, yeah)
Fashion week, they sat me next to yo’ lame ass, I was truly mad (What?)
All I kept thinkin’ ’bout was breakin’ yo’ face, but I gave you a pass (What?)
You lucky I ain’t wanna fuck the money up, boy, I woulda broke you in half (Brr, bow)

Quit tryin’ to be tough, you ain’t like that, why you keep showin’ off? (Aa)
Quit talkin’ ’bout drugs, you the only pack that I been smokin’ on (Wow)
I just hit my plug, told him, “Come back, I’ma need more than one” (Come on)
Yo’ last album was a weed tray, just some bullshit that we roll up on (Brr, bow)
You know it’s on, put you to bed, night, night, that’s Sudafed (Yeah)
Show me that I’m tender, bitch, time to prove what you just said, (Wow, wow)
R.I.P. Takeoff, he the only real one, I got true respect
Crazy how when he died, everybody really wished it was you instead (Oh shit! Brr)
You trippin’, Chris, don’t say that, don’t lose your head (Damn)
You done turned the big bad wolf on, these fuck niggas never knew revenge (Woo)

This what happens when a fuck 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 “fuck you” from my middle finger (Yeah)
I tattoo my trigger finger, bring real beef to yo’ dinner table (Yeah, Brr, ga, bow)
My mental state ain’t ever stable, I know this shit gon’ sting, nigga (Bah, Grrah)
I’ll run yo’ ass through the wringer, nigga, you just got bodied by a singin’ nigga (Grr, grr, grr), bitch
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Who want smoke with me?
Who want smoke with me?
Who want smoke with me? (Who want smoke)
Who want smoke with C?
Who want-, who want smoke with me?
Who want- (Who want-, who want-)
Brr, paow, yeah, yeah, yeah

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