Chris Brown - Weakest Link (Lyrics) [Quavo Diss]

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Chris Brown - Weakest Link (Lyrics) [Quavo Diss] #chrisbrown #rap #hiphop #trap #quavo Lyrics: [Intro: Goldie & Quavo] Now we can settle this like you got some class, so we can get into some gangsta s**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 nothin', bruh Like, please, bruh [Chorus: Chris Brown] Who want smoke with me Who want smoke with me Who want smoke with me Who want smoke with CWho want-, who want smoke with me Who want- Brr, brr, brr, yeah, yeah [Verse: Chris Brown] Okay, let's get down to the facts, p***y, I'm dripped in red (Okay) Don't let this R&B s**t fool you, n****s get ripped to shreds (Get Down) Quavo talkin' like he a thug, n***a, you a b***h with dreads (You a B***h) Can't wait to see the day that you back up all that s**t you said (You on) What's all that boss s**t you talkin' You ain't no huncho, n***a (Ain't no huncho) You the weakest link outta yo' clique, let's keep it a hundo, n***a (One hunnid) You f****d my ex-h*, that's cool, I don't give no f**k, lil n***a (Still a b***h) 'Cause I f****d yo' ex when you were still with her, b***h, I'm up, lil n***a (I'm up) They say revenge is sweet, now think about that s**t (Revenge is sweet) Don't let that line go over your head, I might just sing about that s**t (C***k, c***k, c***k) I had her fiending 'bout that d**k, there's something sweet about that s**t (Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh) I got some tea up out that b***h, but I ain't go speak about that s**t (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 s**t on n****s, I'm a defacator, I put a Migo on a ventilator (Yeah, yeah, brr, what) Stop talkin' 'bout beatin' girls, you was beatin' b*****s on the elevator We seen the tapes, that's devastatin' (Brr, bow) You doin' bad, you a b***h, 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