Weakest Link Lyrics – Chris Brown

Weakest Link is the brand New track by American rapper, singer, and lyricist “Chris Brown”. Weakest Link Song penned by Chris Brown, and the music also produced by​ ​​​​Orsix, Neverodd, and KXVI.

Weakest Link Lyrics By Chris Brown

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,
Pus*y, 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 B!tch With Dreads (You A B!tch)
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 Fu*ked My Ex-ho, That’s Cool,
I Don’t Give No Fu*k, Lil Nigga (Still A B!tch)
’cause I Fu*ked Yo’ Ex When You Were Still With Her,
B!tch, 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 B!tch,
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’ B!tches On The Elevator
We Seen The Tapes, That’s Devastatin’ (Brr, Bow)
You Doin’ Bad, You A B!tch, And Yo’ Music Trash (Yeah Yeah, Yeah)
Fashion Week, They Sat Me Next To Yo’ Lame A*s, 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 Fu*k 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, B!tch,
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 Fu*k Niggas Never Knew Revenge (Woo)

This What Happens When A Fu*k 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 “Fu*k 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’ A*s Through The Wringer,
Nigga, You Just Got Bodied By A Singin’ Nigga (Grr, Grr, Grr), B!tch

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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