[Intro: Chris Brown] Yeah, '09 our year, hahaha Mixtape status, YouTube, hahaha Teyana Taylor, what's good? C Breezy in the buildin' Yeah, man Let's go in
[Verse 1: Chris Brown] I'm in the clouds, homie, no gas mask Paper long, stacked higher than giraffe ass Not used to drivin' spaceships, so I'm landin' wrong On some ugly shit, ET with a bandana on Dolce book bag, Louis rag, hangin' out the right side Red lightnin' in my hair, I'm lookin' on the bright side Listen to my music, yes, I highly recommend it But if you ain't messin' with it, why the hell you commentin'? And I'm really lovin' rappin' now, know I had to get it in Listenin' to rappers and some of 'em soundin' feminine Any stage or any show, I been there or I done it Too big and these girls run from it, haha This young nigga's here now, yeah, we 'bout to shut 'em down My little sister Teyana Taylor and yeah, I'm Chris Brown And ain't no goons with me, gon' act silly Don't forget, mothersucker, I'm illy
[Verse 2: Teyana Taylor] Uh, I guess the magazines just ain't enough, still wanna play with us When that beat get murdered, right away, you know they say it's us Blog sites, websites, they all know I'm dead nice Porsche at the red light, you Honda chicks is dead tight Money steady generatin', haters give me inspiration Swagged out generation, got your child board skatin' M-O-B so solid, Ray-Bans so poppin' Multi-colored fingernails, cranberry phone possé Killin' every beat I touch, body everythin' I say Pen game, whip game, I just bought a car today Jealous of my one-of-a-kind swag, you're dumb mad Shorty tried to copy and paste my style, she's dumb gas Scared of nobody, I push it to the limit You rap chicks is burnin', here's a number to a clinic CB is with me, get familiar with the movement Neglect every instrument to our body and abuse it
[Verse 3: Chris Brown] Alexander McQueen jeans, I'm on that mean shit Super sweet sixteen clean, my magazine clip Yeah, you a hater now, check, check out my gators now Rockin' goose downs and the winter belt crocodile Can't forget my fur coat, shawty name Merlot And she mad wild and I like the way it purr, yo 2012, yeah, I'm rockin' new denims With the temperature control all in 'em
[Verse 4: Teyana Taylor] Yeah, I'm gon' go hard, flow hard Every time I spit is up to par, you know I show off Lyrics is impeccable, you know I'm gon' act the fool Yokohama model swag, Y-three-two, cool Yeah, my block is 40F, you know we don't play no games Timberland, hard denims, wife-beat, swag flames Harlem is my birthplace, L.A. where my work lay Haters, check my profile, naw, this ain't MySpace, ow
[Outro: Teyana Taylor, Chris Brown] Let me laugh in they face, ass, hee CB, hahaha Yeah, stanky leg Alright, I hear you Old Hungry Hungry Hippo ass, hee Oh, VA in the face ass, cow, face ass everything Harlem school of rat ass, hee What is it thumpin'? It's beautiful Yo, yo' hair real like mine, man Bark like a dog Ha, a big dog Woof, woof Ayy, we illy, we illy Yeah, man, we just doin' this for fun, we love y'all Yeah, man, 2009 on everythin', you already know We out Hey, what you gummin' this? Oh Hey, y'all, ha
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Has Chris collaborated with Teyana Taylor before?
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No, “I’m Illy” marks the first collaboration between the duo.