, oh God Your grace is enough Your grace is enough Your grace is enough for me Yeah, Your grace is enough Your grace is enough Your grace is enough
do Baby there is something that I need from you (Uh, come on, check it out) Baby, turn around and let me see that sexy body go Bump, bump, bump (Yeah) That is
the whip they spot me Girls snapping pictures like the paparazzi So many different type of women I'm in to And I can take them all with me is my only
I did things for, aint rich aint poor I want it to do more but hell I just aint know her well enough to know if this is all she came for but enough to
hi . One day you'll remember this, one day when we reminisce. Nothing I do ever is good enough for the music biz . (x2) [VERSE 2] Bitches is like
married Mary Jane, I seen the Spidermane The shit that made Pinky blow Out the Brain brain Told Lois Lane I can't be a Super Mane My whole ? is back mane
the time to pass and let it fade in But, baby, my patience is driving me crazy Making me fall apart What do you do when the truth isn't quite enough
that} {Hello Yeah Francis Yeah Is Aisha over there? Aisha ain't over here Well do you know where she is? No, I don't know where she is} {You don't know where she is
[Chris Brown] I go by the name of Yung Chris Breezy Its hard to see me cuz Im fly as a plane And my swag is in 3-D I do this in my sleep In other words
oh ohhhh oh ohhhh.. you said I'm not giving enough but baby girl I'm trying so hard to..keep up, when you fear that Imma always leave you lonely but
hold that, blow it out when I say let go; let's see if you can hold your breath, by the time I flip to the next flow This sho' is real, this is the deal
up your life, 'fore it starts Some niggas wanna be like Mike I'd rather be like Christ so at the end, I'll see bright lights (Like Christ, bright lights
enough, face to face, always wanna catch a case So bad, they'll try an get me they make me - and what takes the cake Is the whole world is fuckin up,
will it take before you screamin' my name Oh baby, you should rip off my clothes and get naked I'll be like Oh yea You'll be like Oh Yea Hot enough up
Uh, a one two, a one two Yeah Uh, a one two, a one two Excuse me miss, you must be some kind of a model Enough to make a shopper run out of the column Enough
poring Chris in cups Niggas in the jail calling home on the phone (cause they locked up) But you still trying to act like ain't sh*t enough Mad sieves
, what are we facing? See you at the crossroad, that's Vacation Shit is like Fright Night, get you a Night Light Two blunts, Zeitgeist, remind me it's Christ
get it from us, we got enough of it The dead president dope Chris Tucker was fuckin' with There's 2 things, ether the jail or the cemetary Hammers and the Hawks is
