Why Chris Brown Beat Rihanna

Nigahiga: Hey guys There's a lot of rumours going around about the Rihanna and Chris Brown incident and I know you're aching toknow what really happened

so, this is how it went down Rihanna: You look so dumb right now, standing outside my house trying to apologise You're so ugly when you cry,please just cut it out Chris: What? Rihanna: And don't tell me you're sorry'cause you're not chris, I know you're only sorryyou got caught

Chris: What are you talking about? Rihanna: Chris, I know you cheated on me Chris: How could I have cheated on you? I was *singing* with you, with you,with you, with you, with you, girl Rihanna: *tsk of disgust* Chris: *singing* With you, with you,with you, with you, with you, the whole time Rihanna: Don't give me that bullcrap Chris: What about that one night when you said you were cheating on me? Rihanna: What night? *singing* and i know that he knowsI'm unfaithful and it kills him inside

Chris: What? Rihanna: Oh yeah, that Chris: *sigh* Rihanna: Well, you know what Chris, it doesn't matter 'cause you ain'tgetting under any of this anymore Chris: What? Rihanna: I said you ain't getting under this Chris: Under what? Rihanna: *singing* Under my umbrella Chris: That's a lamp

Rihanna: So what, you think you'resome kind of umbrella expert now? Chris: God, you're an idiot Rihanna: You know what, Chris? You can leave I like Jesse McCartney better anyway So get in your car and *singing*shut up and drive, drive, drive Chris: Excuse me? Rihanna: That's right, Chris

I like Jesse McCartney better because he doesn't want just another pretty face orjust anyone to hold He doesn't want his love to go to waste Rihanna: He wants me and my beautiful soul Chris: Oh you did not just say that, girl I'm gonna

Rihanna: Wait, I, I I'm sorry, Chris

I didn't mean that! Chris, I'm sorry Gimme a kiss Gimme a kiss, I'm sorry, Chris Chris: Don't gimme that lovey-doveylovey-dovey kiss kiss kiss kiss I'm gonna grab your face andshove it from wall to wall

I don't care if any of the neighbours call Rihanna: *whimper* Chris: Then I'm gonna crack a bottle, let my body waddle and shove it in your face 'cause you think you're a model Rihanna: That's not even your song Chris: You son of a Nigahiga: And that's exactly how it happened

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