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Chris Brown – Weakest Link (Quavo Diss)

Chris Brown – Weakest Link [Quavo Diss] Mp3 Download

Chris Brown - Weakest Link Quavo Diss

  • Artist: Chris Brown
  • Released: 2024
  • Duration: 02:30

Chris Brown – Weakest Link Quavo Diss

Nigerian songwriter, Chris Brown, releases a brand new track titled “Weakest Link Quavo Diss“.

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The song “Weakest Link Quavo Diss” is a perfect addition to any music lover’s Playlist. However, it serves as Chris Brown‘s latest single for the year 2024.

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Weakest Link [Quavo Diss] Lyrics By Chris Brown

Now we can settle this like you got some class

So we can get into some gangsta sh!t

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 nothing, 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

 

Okay, let’s get down to the facts, pu**y, I’m dripped in red

Don’t let this R&B sh!t fool you, n!ggas get ripped to shreds

Quavo talking like he a thug, n!gga, you a b!tch with dreads

Can’t wait to see the day that you back up all that sh!t you said

What’s all that boss sh!t you talking? You ain’t no huncho, n!gga

You the weakest link outta yo’ clique, let’s keep it a hundo, n!gga

You f**ked my ex-ho, that’s cool, I don’t give no f**k, lil n!gga

‘Cause I f**ked yo’ ex when you were still with her

B!tch, I’m up, lil n!gga

They say revenge is sweet, now think about that sh!t

Don’t let that line go over your head

I might just sing about that sh!t

I had her fiending ’bout that d!ck

There’s something sweet about that sh!t

I got some tea up out that b!tch

But I ain’t go speak about that sh!t

I ain’t playing chess with a checker player

I’m a ticking bomb on the detonator

I sh!t on n!ggas, I’m a defacator

I put a Migo on a ventilator

Stop talking ’bout beating girls

You was beating b!tches on the elevator

We seen the tapes, that’s devastating

You doing bad, you a b!tch, and yo’ music trash

Fashion week, they sat me next to yo’ lame ass

I was truly mad

All I kept thinking ’bout was breaking yo’ face

But I gave you a pass

You lucky I ain’t wanna f**k the money up

Boy, I woulda broke you in half

Quit trying to be tough, you ain’t like that

Why you keep showing off?

Quit talking ’bout drugs, you the only pack that I been smoking on

I just hit my plug, told him, “Come back, I’ma need more than one”

Yo’ last album was a weed tray, just some bullsh!t that we roll up on

You know it’s on

Put you to bed

Night, night, that’s Sudafed

Show me that I’m tender, b!tch, time to prove what you just said

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 sh!t!)

You tripping, Chris, don’t say that, don’t lose your head

You done turned the big bad wolf on

These f**k n!ggas never knew revenge

This what happens when a f**k n!gga push a real n!gga out to the edge

This what happens when a dumb n!gga get fame and it get to his head

You gone kiss this ring, n!gga

Big “f**k you” from my middle finger

I tattoo my trigger finger

Bring real beef to yo’ dinner table

My mental state ain’t ever stable

I know this sh!t gone sting, n!gga

I’ll run yo’ as* through the wringer, n!gga

You just got bodied by a singing n!gga

B!tch

 

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

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