Teyana Taylor
I’m Illy
[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 n***a'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