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Party lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Gucci Mane & Usher)

[Usher & Chris Brown:]
Oh, hey
Yeah, it's Breezy
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chris Brown:]
Pulled up on your bitch, tell your man I'm sorry
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin' out the 'rari
Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
When I'm with my clique, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party

[Chris Brown:]
Bitches dancin' naked in my livin' room
She straight out of college, just turned 22
Girl, get your money up, I ain't even mad at you
Got you all on me, makin' these niggas catchin' attitudes
Tell 'em don't start it, my niggas retarded
Fuck the judge and the sentence, huh, I got a good lawyer
I got a few girls on the way, baby girl, you ain't leavin'
It's my birthday with the cake, fuck it up, then let me eat it

[Chris Brown:]
Pulled up on your bitch, tell your man I'm sorry
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin' out the 'rari
Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
When I'm with my clique, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party

[Usher:]
Yeah, I just got the ring, I think I deserve a toast
Shout out to my team, we be out there doin' the most
Girl, come to my place, but don't bring no clothes
Let's be dirty babe, baby, drop it low
Pop rubber bands all on her ass, baby be hittin' the weakness
All in the back, dishin' the cash, make me if you need it
I got a few girls on the way, baby girl, you ain't leavin'
It's my birthday with the cake, lick it all, let me eat it

[Chris Brown:]
Pulled up on your bitch, tell your man I'm sorry
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin' out the 'rari
Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
When I'm with my clique, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party

[Gucci Mane:]
It's party, party, party like a nigga just got out of jail
Flyin' in my 'rari like a bat that just flew outta hell
I'm from the east of ATL, but ballin' in the Cali hills
Lil mama booty boomin', that bitch movin' and she standin' still
I know these bitches choosin' me, but I got 80 on me still
I'm tryna fuck, who tryna chill? 'Cause I'm just tryna pay some bills
I'm multi millionare LaFlare, just watch it, cost a quarter M
Just look at me and look at them, I smashed her on my first attempt
Like Scarface bitch, the world is mine, you should read the blimp
So either you gon' take a ride, or you gon' stay with him
'Cause I got places I can be, I get yo ass on the scene
Gucci, CB VIP, so fuck them niggas, look at me, Wop

[Chris Brown:]
Pulled up on your bitch, tell your man I'm sorry
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin' out the 'rari
Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
When I'm with my clique, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party

mixtape: "Attack The Block" (2016) (with OHB x SECTION BOYZ)



Don't Fuck With Us lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz)

Look, I ain't really with the talkin', bitch I'm really 'bout that action
I'm runnin' up a ticket and fuckin' bitches in traffic
Got a hundred million dollars, I could give a fuck about a hater
Oh, they be with the snitchin' and bitchin', they like investigatin'
Ain't tryna run down with that 4, let your homie know
All my niggas strapped like GI Joe, man you niggas toast
All you niggas pussy, lyin', claimin' you a real nigga
When we pull up and press your line, then we see who the real bitch is

And I'm just tryna pay no mind, won't waste my time
Won't give it all to a fuck nigga
Don't wanna show 'em the thriller, nigga don't make me a killer
You all pitchin', we all hitters, don't fuck with us

I got too many felonies, my PO keep tellin' me
To piss in a cup, don't give a fuck, I'm 'bout to smoke my weed
Plottin' in the club, man I wish a nigga plot on me
Thinkin' you gon' ball, I'mma slide, you gon' rest in peace
I got a couple fans in my hand right now
Me and all my homies, know these bitches only fuck with Gs
Now I can see why you hatin' me
All these bitches in the back of VIP, made that pussy leak
I can't give that hoe a place to sleep, but that pussy free
Fuckin' with my woods, throwin' Ps, in London, gettin' P
I'm just throwin' on that Project Pat, [?]
Shoutout my nigga Juicy J, know I keep that drink on me
All the baddest bitches know

Won't waste my time
Won't give it all to a fuck nigga
Don't wanna show 'em the thriller, nigga don't make me a killer
You all pitchin', we all hitters, don't fuck with us

A nigga a savage
Any car that you thought 'bout buyin', I had it
My bitches the baddest
Any hoe that you thought about fuckin', I smashed it
You spendin' paper and plastic
Always tryna come up on a plug
Run a check up like I run her up
Bitches love fuckin' with a thug
OHB, only hot bitches
Out here ballin', too much confidence
100 B, ain't no stoppin' this
Out here brackin', you need binoculars
See my team, diamonds immaculate
Sing sing, send 'em packages
Bang bang, in the line of fire
Then them niggas come after ya

And I'm just tryna pay no mind, won't waste my time
Won't give it all to a fuck nigga
Don't wanna show 'em the thriller, nigga don't make me a killer
You all pitchin', we all hitters, don't fuck with us

Everybody lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Young Lo)

[Chris Brown:]
Alright now I said I ain't gon' trip
I can't even lie, you got me fucked up, shit

I ain't tryna be rude or stingy
But I ain't tryna share you with another man
You know you got the upper hand
You know you do that shit that I like
I know you teasin' and it's not right
I can't control it when you throw it back
And look me in my eyes, yeah
It's gon' be a long night cause
See these niggas tryna get you to they table
And hit you up later like "Come over, baby"
But that pussy mine, girl
Know you play a lot of games, but you know I wrote the play book
Keep your horses in the stables
Never written all the shit I got paid for
Baby, you better not do it, wish a nigga would
Throwin' this paper

Please don't dance with everybody
Cause I want all your lovin' to myself
Don't give it to everybody
No baby, please, only me
It ain't for everybody
I'mma go to work when you shake that thing
Do it in front of everybody
Right here, right now, in front of everybody
Oh yeah, everybody
Right here, in front of everybody
Oh, everybody
Right now, in front of everybody

[Young Lo:]
Know I ain't the first but I'm tryna be the last though
Might sound selfish, you can blame it on the cash flow
Check up at the crib, bed appeal, it's the bad hoes
Mr. Blow A Bag, why they mad? Cause I skrrt up in the Lambo
Rock the latest fashion so they glancin' when I pass through 'em
You don't fuck with everybody, you ain't gotta lie for 'em
Head to the gang, save that for the lames
I'm a G like Came, ball like James
So why you actin' like that?
Cause you're way too fly to be wastin' your time
Why you actin' like that?
Tell me why you wanna be the life of the party

[Chris Brown:]
Please don't dance with everybody
Cause I want all your lovin' to myself
Don't give it to everybody
No baby, please, only me
It ain't for everybody
I'mma go to work when you shake that thing
Do it in front of everybody
Right here, right now, in front of everybody
Oh yeah, everybody
Right here, in front of everybody
Oh, everybody
Right now, in front of everybody

Do it right now, right in front of everybody
Get that ass down, right in front of everybody
I'mma turn you out, all in front of everybody
Tear that ass up, even if I care about it
Girl, you better than everybody
Don't you let 'em take that pussy from me, he don't care about you
But don't you worry 'bout a damn thing, I got you
I don't care if they see, everybody watchin'

Please don't dance with everybody
Cause I want all your lovin' to myself
Don't give it to everybody
No baby, please, only me
It ain't for everybody
I'mma go to work when you shake that thing
Do it in front of everybody
Right here, right now, in front of everybody
Oh yeah, everybody
Right here, in front of everybody
Oh, everybody
Right now, in front of everybody

Kriss Kross - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Luvaboy TJ & Young Blacc)

[Chris Brown:]
VVS protect all in my wrist watch
Got it jump, jumpin' like I'm Kriss Kross
She gon' bring her girls, let 'em Kriss Kross
Drippin' water, I forgot to turn my wrist off
All that goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross
All that goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross
She gon' bring her girls, let 'em Kriss Kross
All that goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross

Hoe I'm flossin', tell your bitch get off
Hit it once and had her feelin' nauseous
She pop that pussy, put that pressure on her
I got a lot of freaks that live in Arizona
Now I'm seein' things, sippin' on gasoline
Poppin' the Xan, I got the soda and the promethazine
Five in the mornin', keep me up like soldiers
She say she wanted a OG, like hold up baby,
there's more of us, you know I'm a nasty nigga

VVS protect all in my wrist watch
Got it jump, jumpin' like I'm Kriss Kross
She gon' bring her girls, let 'em Kriss Kross
Drippin' water, I forgot to turn my wrist off
All that goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross
All that goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross
She gon' bring her girls, let 'em Kriss Kross
All that goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross

[Luvaboy TJ:]
Reachin' for my .40 yeah, I'mma catch a charge
Don't make my chopper bark, I'm a fuckin' dog
We could take it to the yard or firearms
All my niggas, we go dumb, bomb it like Sudan
Get it straight, now I can't relate
Most you niggas fake, tryna infiltrate
Got gold golds at the gate
Grab 'em up quick, toss 'em in the lake
Got that goyard on my bezzels
Goyard on my wrizzle
Your bitch, she can't resist
Assist me for some interest

[Chris Brown:]
VVS protect all in my wrist watch
Got it jump, jumpin' like I'm Kriss Kross
She gon' bring her girls, let 'em Kriss Kross
Drippin' water, I forgot to turn my wrist off
All that goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross
All that goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross
She gon' bring her girls, let 'em Kriss Kross
All that goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross

[Young Blacc:]
Get killed if they crossin' me
They sprayin' so much, swear that they losin' me
We drippin' in saucey
Don't fuck with you niggas that be on that broke shit
Rap niggas, I expose 'em
Strapped up like a soldier
Phone calls, yeah a big homie
Gettin' packed, I was on another
I'm chuckin' in Phantom
I'm doin' 100, the same for the ransom
Hear they good with them cameras
We be takin' that shit, everyone put your hands up
OHB, that's the mob, nigga
Black out, do the job, nigga
Out of town with a passport
On Sunset, you get robbed nigga, I mean that

[Chris Brown:]
VVS protect all in my wrist watch
Got it jump, jumpin' like I'm Kriss Kross
She gon' bring her girls, let 'em Kriss Kross
Drippin' water, I forgot to turn my wrist off
All that goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross
All that goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross
She gon' bring her girls, let 'em Kriss Kross
All that goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross

Cherry Red lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Luvaboy TJ & Ray J)

[Chris Brown, Luvaboy TJ & Ray J:]
Just a young, fly nigga with a plan
Make 100 million in my cherry red van
Cherry red van, cherry red
Cherry red, cherry red
My niggas soo-woo and it's all on sight
A wife make a straight bitch wanna go dyke
I got that coke pure white, in them baby blue Xans
'Bout to make a million in my cherry red van, cherry red van

[Ray J:]
This one for my niggas in the slam, cherry red
Pontiac, 5 bird, Trans-Am
My auntie got the collard greens cookin' in the pan
And it feel like Thanksgiving when we feastin' with the fam
I buy my bottom bitch burgundy Porsche Cayenne
Paid my taxes to the church and said, "Fuck Uncle Sam"
I keep a mill in the oven like some honey baked ham
I went from black tuxedo with some cherry red Vans

[Chris Brown, Luvaboy TJ & Ray J:]
Just a young, fly nigga with a plan
Make 100 million in my cherry red van
Cherry red van, cherry red
Cherry red, cherry red
My niggas soo-woo and it's all on sight
A wife make a straight bitch wanna go dyke
I got that coke pure white, in them baby blue Xans
'Bout to make a million in my cherry red van, cherry red van
Cherry red van, cherry red van
Cherry red, cherry red van

[Chris Brown:]
All of you niggas some fake hoes
I dare any nigga to try some
Niggas upset, but won't take a hit
It's eastside nigga, 500
Piru, single that nigga from Avenue
Ray J, I fuck with this centre views
Give you one problem, we make the news
Soo-woo to my down boos
Pistol hang where my nuts at
Rain of fire, that's a blood bath
You already know where my cup at
Actavis, you can't touch that
If you got a problem, then pull up
We gon' handle this shit now
Only reason you hang with the shooters
Cause you not the man in the house

[Chris Brown, Luvaboy TJ & Ray J:]
Just a young, fly nigga with a plan
Make 100 million in my cherry red van
Cherry red van, cherry red
Cherry red, cherry red
My niggas soo-woo and it's all on sight
A wife make a straight bitch wanna go dyke
I got that coke pure white, in them baby blue Xans
'Bout to make a million in my cherry red van, cherry red van

[Luvaboy TJ:]
Lace up my red Vans, duckin' the feds
Helicopters on my head
Movin' the work on my momma house
Had to get the cheese, bitch a mighty mouse
Pull up in that cherry red chain
Breakin' the bread down with all my niggas
This is how we hang
Earned my stripes in the street like I banged up
That thug life, that's that hood life
Live your flag and throw your set up
Hustle for that good life
Chitty chitty bang bang
Ain't nothin' but a whoop thing
No stoppin' that shoot train
Bomb on 'em like Hussain

[Chris Brown, Luvaboy TJ & Ray J:]
Just a young, fly nigga with a plan
Make 100 million in my cherry red van
Cherry red van, cherry red
Cherry red, cherry red
My niggas soo-woo and it's all on sight
A wife make a straight bitch wanna go dyke
I got that coke pure white, in them baby blue Xans
'Bout to make a million in my cherry red van, cherry red van
Cherry red

Scared lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. HoodyBaby)

[Chris Brown:]
Yeah, what's wrong?
Oh you scared now? Section

[Swift:]
Baby, I'm endzy
Bando, telly
She just wanna do small talk
I just wanna give her the lengthy
Smoke like a rasta
What's that? Sesi
My bros are my brothers
I ain't never had besties
Brap mash in the man bag
Brap brap, headpiece
Jump out of a black van
Goons dem, scary
Peng girl wanna see the life
Don't think that they ready
Come alive in the night time
Most time I wanna stay dreamin'

[Chris Brown:]
She wanna see what it's like to live the nightlife
She thinkin' everything is alright
Baby, you don't wanna be left in the streets
If you're scared of your own heartbeat
Na na, now you scared
Yeah yeah, now you scared
Now I'm goddamn scared
Oh no, yeah yeah, scared of your own heartbeat

[HoodyBaby:]
Shaq and Kobe, Kobe and Shaq, yeah the family back
HoodyBaby still rollin' like a handicap
The life I live, girl you know it's trap to trap
When life attacks soda, all type of crack
Falled off, type of cast, oh you likin' that
You play hard to get, oh you might be back
Two can play that game, hop inside the track
I been on my way, pull up, put 9 with that

[Littlez:]
Wanna see what the life's like
What you know about hard times?
I done wrong
Need my money right
Say she wanna come overnight
Don't care what your friends say
Peng ting wanna come play
Get with a G and this alright
Came up on the trap line
2Pac, doin' thug life
Bad bitch, yeah that's my type
More life in the nightlife
Grew her up, I got the ice
Don't be scared, everythin' nice
Girl, just give me one night
You'll fall in love if I hit twice

[Chris Brown:]
She wanna see what it's like to live the nightlife
She thinkin' everything is alright
Baby, you don't wanna be left in the streets
If you're scared of your own heartbeat
Na na, now you scared
Yeah yeah, now you scared
Now I'm goddamn scared
Oh no, yeah yeah, scared of your own heartbeat

[Sleeks:]
She just wanna live the nightlife
Smokin' weed and do WiFi
Let me tell you 'bout my life
Came up off of night crime
Skrr skrr, when I ride by
Hoodie on tight creep in the night
Trap get it in get it all night
The mandem get a piece of the pie

[Inch:]
Likkle thievin' girl wanna jump on my WiFi
Likkle idiot girl wanna talk about high life
Wild life, when I shell it like parklike
Ard life, they callin' me the dark knight

[Deepee:]
Down to ride, she gets down for thrills
Keep her close and she holdin' still
Hold the crop so I know it's real
I'm still tryna hide from the old bill
I'm so mad I ain't sign no deals
But my last Netflix got chills
So they still know the deal
Say she won't prefer trappin', she will
Still hittin' sales and it's morning now
So she can't stay the night still
I need a bando in the hills
Still, no family until
Rip a pack out the ceil'
Tell daddy, fuck how he feels

[Chris Brown:]
She wanna see what it's like to live the nightlife
She thinkin' everything is alright
Baby, you don't wanna be left in the streets
If you're scared of your own heartbeat
Na na, now you scared
Yeah yeah, now you scared
Now I'm goddamn scared
Oh no, yeah yeah, scared of your own heartbeat

Trappin' lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Flawkoe & Young Lo)

[Young Lo:]
I used to trap out the garage
Talkin' ounces, had bricks
Mr. Get 'em in and move 'em out quick
I used to trap out the garage
Used to get 'em by the bail
100 packs, I ain't even need a scale
I used to trap out the garage
Hustle man get the work, hustle man get the cash
Take a brick and make it skrt, that's the fork hittin' glass
Used to order from the plug, hop out in a mask
Put it all in a bag
I used to trap out the garage

[Chris Brown:]
These niggas all fake, these niggas all snitch
Same nigga in them DMs tryna fuck with your bitch
Nigga money makin' Mitch, fast money, make it quick
50,000 on your head, let's see how fast they forget
Fuck is you lookin' at with your lookin' ass? Cause we flexin'
Not even Google Maps get you over here to this section
All of my niggas equipped with them cha-cha-cha, I'm protected
Make a move on my chain my nigga, coca taking your nigga

[Young Lo:]
I used to trap out the garage
Talkin' ounces, had bricks
Mr. Get 'em in and move 'em out quick
I used to trap out the garage
Used to get 'em by the bail
100 packs, I ain't even need a scale
I used to trap out the garage
Hustle man get the work, hustle man get the cash
Take a brick and make it skrt, that's the fork hittin' glass
Used to order from the plug, hop out in a mask
Put it all in a bag
I used to trap out the garage

[Flawkoe:]
Yo soy el que sale a la esquina
[?] manteca [?]
No soy el que tiene receta pero te cocina
Tu sabe' lo' ciego no miran
Cadena que miran, que brillan
Tu sabe' nosotro' no tenemo' tiempo pa' pagar taquilla
Tu sabe' que traigo la niña
Si explota te estalla bocinas
Tu jefa se pone pa' mí
Me gusta pa' tí
La mando a la esquina
La mando a la esquina
Que traiga los [?]
Que pague la cuenta
Que [?] domina
El rey de la esquina
Mira

[Young Lo:]
I used to trap out the garage
Talkin' ounces, had bricks
Mr. Get 'em in and move 'em out quick
I used to trap out the garage
Used to get 'em by the bail
100 packs, I ain't even need a scale
I used to trap out the garage
Hustle man get the work, hustle man get the cash
Take a brick and make it skrt, that's the fork hittin' glass
Used to order from the plug, hop out in a mask
Put it all in a bag
I used to trap out the garage

Sorry nigga, I don't speak much, when it's beef, niggas get touched
My young niggas shootin' shit Curry but they more like Horry in the clutch
It all started with a quarter, turned that to a Porsche now them Lamb' doors are up
Kinda hard to find a room in the crib like a fortress and them Xans catching up
Used to trap out the garage, sell packs to the stars
Was the man with the Act' and a plug for the bars
Had the MDMA 'fore they knew what it was
Man they kill 'em off of X, I'm a one stop plug
Young legend with the mud
Outlet and the plug
So when they ask me how I got it

I used to trap out the garage
Talkin' ounces, had bricks
Mr. Get 'em in and move 'em out quick
I used to trap out the garage
Used to get 'em by the bail
100 packs, I ain't even need a scale
I used to trap out the garage
Hustle man get the work, hustle man get the cash
Take a brick and make it skrt, that's the fork hittin' glass
Used to order from the plug, hop out in a mask
Put it all in a bag
I used to trap out the garage

Dolce lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Young Blacc)

[Chris Brown:]
They say, "Fuck you, where your friends at?"
We say, "Fuck it, where the bands at?"
We say, "Bitch you by the car? No"
I tell the bitch I love the bottle
Bitch you be busy, why you callin'?
See that bitch is poppin' bars now

Pourin' Dolce, Dolce yeah
Why you playin' round? Need to bring that body here
I'm divin' in, I eat it all day
I don't give a fuck what your hoe say
Pourin' Dolce, Dolce yeah
Why you playin' round? Need to bring that body here
I'm divin' in, I eat it all day
I don't give a fuck what your hoe say

Baby, you the finest, booty bouncin'
That's why I put you in designer, I'm movin' mountains
Haters get the fuck from round, we don't fuck around
You know when you hear that chopper sound, somebody got laid down
Hasta luego
Play with the bricks like they Legos
Too drunk, I'mma fuck up my kidneys
Come check out my brain like Play-Dough
All my killers, they do what I say so
All my bitches stay down, you don't mess with
Got a bitch who just do what I need
Hold a burner and roll up my weed and mind my babies
It's hard to tell if she really loves me
Or is it the Dolce
I'm too fucked up at the moment
To even recognize your face, we was too fucked up

Pourin' Dolce, Dolce yeah
Why you playin' round? Need to bring that body here
I'm divin' in, I eat it all day
I don't give a fuck what your hoe say
Pourin' Dolce, Dolce yeah
Why you playin' round? Need to bring that body here
I'm divin' in, I eat it all day
I don't give a fuck what your hoe say

[Young Blacc:]
She blowin' my phone up
She want that dick first thing in the morning
Skrrt off in the foreign
Just give me some head, that pussy is borin'
Sellin' pussy like it's real estate
Puttin' jugs on the interstate
Old clip out the H-Town
On the southside with my nigga Trey
You niggas is foolish, you soundin' so stupid
Just left from my jeweller
Like what is you doin'?
Just got back from tour, I'm livin' like Lucious
I be drunk off the D'ucé
Two hoes, call it two play
Man down at the trap house
Tell 'em take mine, we done that play
OHB, that's the set nigga
Father sellin' them bricks now
Got a redbone on the westdie
That bang head like TIP nigga
I'm good wherever I go
I'm stacked up and they know
With the top down on my king shit
I got the keys nigga, like Hov

[Chris Brown:]
Pourin' Dolce, Dolce yeah
Why you playin' round? Need to bring that body here
I'm divin' in, I eat it all day
I don't give a fuck what your hoe say
Pourin' Dolce, Dolce yeah
Why you playin' round? Need to bring that body here
I'm divin' in, I eat it all day
I don't give a fuck what your hoe say

Dash lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz)

[Inch:]
Lock it
Rise and pop it
The shoe dem sharp
The flow, dem classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come suh
She have to grip it and dash it
Lock it
Rise and pop it
The shoe dem sharp
The flow, dem classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come suh
She have to grip it and dash it

[Chris Brown:]
Look, light a spliff up
You know a nigga ain't smokin' it for the pictures
Section Boyz and Breezy in VIP
We gettin' money and we 'bout to snatch your bitches
Go figure, OHB, ain't no broke niggas
I see her poppin' them pills, I let her roll with us
She say she wanted to chill, I let her smoke with us
I put my dick in and feel like a fuckin' bow hit her
Damn girl, I know your nigga mad
Cause now I gotta buy a bigger bag
Diamond rings and poppin' tags
And you still gon' cheat with your bitch ass, haha
They callin' me crazy
You know a nigga really got some screws loose
Yeah, but come try to lay
I got 100 killers on the other end of this Bluetooth

[Inch:]
Lock it
Rise and pop it
The shoe dem sharp
The flow, dem classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come suh
She have to grip it and bash it

[Littlez:]
Man mash then dash it
Get cash, I stack and splash it
Get brick on thick, I'll smash it
Bad B, she dash, not flash it
Naughty, she call me papi
Early morning, I get trappy
Dirty, that girl here trashy
Can't smoke with man she's ashy
War time, move black, no khaki
Them boy just foolin' fasty
2 sharp, na them can't style me
Step in the club in my trackies
Man put that girl in a taxi
She get down low on my lappy
Foreign jawns when I grab weed
Tell her run, make it snappy

[Sleeks:]
Reebok, classic
Tracksuit with a package
Sip lock plus a mattik
Bang bang, make you back flip
Jar jar full of herbs
Bad bitches and curves
Swag surfin', got the whip skrrtin'
Section Boyz, that's the word
Never see me with a dead ting
No, big spliff make your head spin
London boy in a London ting
Man a act bad but they run from him
Tracksuit, hat and a T, phone bling
Run through pack onto a next ting
Grip it, dash it
Run up, clap it
Gang gang gang on the warla ting

[Inch:]
Lock it
Rise and pop it
The show dem sharp
The flow, dem classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come suh
She have to grip it and dash it

[Swift:]
My ting, the maddest
Ring ring, you have it?
Stink brick in the attic
Watch bro whip it in Hannas
All my bitches got manners
Linky link, love the mandem
Switch the sim at random
Bling bling, man's flashin'
Where you comin' from? Hattons
Your ting keeps attin'
Kinda embarrasin'
Dash a pussy like a javelin
Do it in the house I'm trappin' in
Like oh oh, when I'm mashin' it
She from 4, 4, but she travellin'
And when I'm in the squad, what's happenin'?

[Deepee:]
Light it, rass it
If it's akh, I'll pass it
Them man are all soft, them targets
I'll take a man's pack, go home and laugh it
Off like a bastard, man's charged up
If you tryna see a nigga, man's chargin'
Fuck a family tree
We got a family trees in man's garden
I got grams of trees, but who's askin'?
Not a car but keys get me started
I put my palm on trees like I'm Tarzan
Man's calm but try and harm my Gs and you'll starfish
Body work, body work, body work
Break a leg, roof smellin' like armpits
Little tooly tool, I'm still bossy
They talk the talk but man walk it

[Inch:]
Lock it
Rise and pop it
The shoe dem sharp
The flow, dem classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come South
She have to grip it and dash it
Lock it
Rise and pop it
The shoe dem sharp
The flow, dem classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come South
She have to grip it and dash it

Marathon Man lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. HoodyBaby & Luvaboy TJ)

[HoodyBaby:]
Word around town, it's a drug war
Step into my crib, it's a drug store
I don't need nothin', I just want more
Real dope boy, I took the coke on tour
Take a walk with me, this a plug talk
Funny how this work got me takin' off
Hittin' it for bricks and I make it off
HoodyBaby, I'm the boss cause I paid the cost
Young niggas sellin' coke, I got WiFi
Side bitches suckin' dick from the sideline
Fuck boys, they ain't stickin' to the guidelines
The world is yours nigga, I want mine

Classic, did my thing with the coke nigga
Marathon man, I be runnin' with the dope dealers
Sippin' Ace of Spades, gettin' drunk with the gold diggers
100 thousand dollar cross, feelin' like the Pope nigga

[Chris Brown:]
Marathon man, nigga cheatin' like I'm Lance
Last week I was in France, 150 up in Cannes
Say I can't nigga, I can, boy don't make me pull them choppers out
Check my chopper style, send that ass back to your mama house
Bitch, you think I'm playin', I spend 50 thousand on the dance
Ain't no evidence cause the judge ain't find no skeleton
I be runnin' laps in my trap
Ain't gotta be strapped 'fore a nigga take your tap, OHB, bitch

[HoodyBaby:]
Classic, did my thing with the coke nigga
Marathon man, I be runnin' with the dope dealers
Sippin' Ace of Spades, gettin' drunk with the gold diggers
100 thousand dollar cross, feelin' like the Pope nigga

[Luvaboy TJ:]
Luvaboy, I tell her what she wanna hear
OHB, that lil hoe, make it disappear
I just wanna hit that pussy from the rear
Have a orgy with your friends just to keep it fair
Spittin' flame, young out, I be tamed, I'm the fuckin' man
Half a pound, break it all down, ever since I can
Add the boost, molly and the Xans, we in candy land
Stanckin' gingerbread man, catch me if you can

[HoodyBaby:]
Classic, did my thing with the coke nigga
Marathon man, I be runnin' with the dope dealers
Sippin' Ace of Spades, gettin' drunk with the gold diggers
100 thousand dollar cross, feelin' like the Pope nigga
Yeah, I'm feelin' like the Pope nigga
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man

I Can Tell lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. HoodyBaby & Young Lo)

Listen to this track bitch
(Drumma Boy)

[Chris Brown:]
She like them thug niggas, I can tell
We throw that money up, I got your ass up in the air
You wanna fuck with us, I can tell
Don't play with me, it's game on, baby
You know, now you done fucked up cause a real nigga need love
I want all love of that ass and you poppin' like it ain't nothin'
Your attitude, your attitude, it turns me on
And I can tell, I can tell, I can tell baby

OHB, bitch this Breezy
I'm a cold nigga
I catch your bitch in the wind
Her and her friend blowin' kisses
I'm pullin' up right in that Bentley truck
I got condoms for my condominium
Hella trip before them bitches hittin' them whippets
She got that brain with the helium
White as cocaine when I'm whippin' it
Hundred M's, yeah they feelin' him
Even your nigga momma give me compliments
Like "Why don't you have more like him?"
Cocky, I don't give a fuck if you like it
No he ain't me, got this bitch right beside me
Say it with your chest nigga, say it with your chest nigga
Get some base in your body
I'm MIA with some hotties, they know my name in the projects
I get that package from José, yo no sé, mañana
One call, keep your mouth closed
But you can spread your legs, girl, yeah, I thought so

She like them thug niggas, I can tell
We throw that money up, I got your ass up in the air
You wanna fuck with us, I can tell
Don't play with me, it's game on, baby
You know, now you done fucked up cause a real nigga need love
I want all love of that ass and you poppin' like it ain't nothin'
Your attitude, your attitude, it turns me on
And I can tell, I can tell, I can tell baby

[HoodyBaby:]
Don't be buyin' all this bullshit these niggas tryna sell
I'm spendin' all this money, bitch, I made this shit myself
Soon as you lose your girl, I take you to a different world
Girl you know you bad and I can do bad by myself
HoodyBaby whippin' white girl, drop it on the scale
I know you love them hood niggas, baby I can tell
Phantom, I'm just tryna bump me, tell 'em stay up off my shelf
I been lookin' for your love, I can't lie, I need help, I need help

[Chris Brown:]
She like them thug niggas, I can tell
We throw that money up, I got your ass up in the air
You wanna fuck with us, I can tell
Don't play with me, it's game on, baby
You know, now you done fucked up cause a real nigga need love
I want all love of that ass and you poppin' like it ain't nothin'
Your attitude, your attitude, it turns me on
And I can tell, I can tell, I can tell baby

[Young Lo:]
Say she want it, I can tell she need it
I can tell she want a thug nigga that's gon' eat it
Put that pussy in submission, pay that full, pay attention
In south Atlanta, got them bands on me
Let's throw it back, drop a Brand' on 'em
Yeah blow that money like a fan on 'em
Heard these bougie bitches wanna fuck a thug
All these broke niggas need to get a plug
Slide her panties to the side
Hold that ass, I'mma lift it up
Girl, I can tell that you freaky
But you know this pimpin' ain't easy
And I ain't said nothin' 'bout cuffin'
But you better fuck me like you need me

[Chris Brown:]
She like them thug niggas, I can tell
We throw that money up, I got your ass up in the air
You wanna fuck with us, I can tell
Don't play with me, it's game on, baby
You know, now you done fucked up cause a real nigga need love
I want all love of that ass and you poppin' like it ain't nothin'
Your attitude, your attitude, it turns me on
And I can tell, I can tell, I can tell baby

Molly water
Is makin' me fall in love
Baby, I'm ready to do this, this ain't my first rodeo
I know what I'm doin', got you screamin' all them high notes
You want to bang, bang
For you girl, I spend a bank, bank
I don't care to know your name, name
Oh yeah, one more thing, just one more drink, fuck it, she know she like

She like them thug niggas, I can tell
We throw that money up, I got your ass up in the air
You wanna fuck with us, I can tell
Don't play with me, it's game on, baby
You know, now you done fucked up cause a real nigga need love
I want all love of that ass and you poppin' like it ain't nothin'
Your attitude, your attitude, it turns me on
And I can tell, I can tell, I can tell baby

I Already Love Her lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Ray J)

[Chris Brown:]
It's a battle in this love war
Through the fire, I'm your dragon slayer
Yeah, oh I
It feels like I'm drowning in water
Needed more air, all alone
You don't remember all the love we shared
And you pretend not to care
Girl it tears me
You've been fallin' in and out of love
All of your friends they keep tellin' me I'm a hoe
I keep fuckin' up, it's really hard to trust me
Going crazy off that codeine in that car, baby help me

Fuck it, I already love her, already smokin' that killer
Fuck it, I already love her, so let me start fuckin' with bitches
Fuck it, I already love her, I turn that girl to a lady
I put that girl in a Mercedes, 2016, the latest
Fuck it, I already love her
Oh, fuck it, I already love her
Fuck it, I already love her
Fuck it, I already love her

[Ray J:]
It's a battle in this love war
Through the fire, I'm your dragon slayer
Woah, I needed your help
Fuck it, I already love her, guess I'll stop fuckin' with bitches
And I won't be all undercover, oh you gon' see lots of pictures, oh yeah
Ever since I saw your photo, I've been doing a whole lotta drinkin;
Got fucked up off the coco, I did it until it was finished
It's like a dragon's burnin' in my soul
And I keep on battlin' with this devil on my shoulder

[Ray J & Chris Brown:]
Fuck it, I already love her, already smokin' that killer
Fuck it, I already love her, I can make her to a woman
That PG we fuckin' yeah
Put her in the mile high club, y'all
Fuck it, I already love her, already smokin' that killer
Fuck it, I already love her, so let me start fuckin' with bitches
Fuck it, I already love her, I turn that girl to a lady
I put that girl in a Mercedes, 2016, the latest
Fuck it, I already love her
Oh, fuck it, I already love her
Fuck it, I already love her
Fuck it, I already love her

New Gang lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Luvaboy TJ & Ray J)

[Ray J & Chris Brown:]
Oh you see the new gang comin', new gang comin'
Got that new gang comin' in
You see the new gang comin'
Bitch it's OHB, yeah we comin'
Propane got us all blunted
The cocaine got her nose runny
The strap got 100 rounds in it
If it ain't about money nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'

[Ray J:]
Pull up to the club 'bout 100
It's a lotta Pirus and a couple bounty hunters
I'm whippin' in that Wraith with my gunners
105 west with some shooters right in front of us
Got that meth lab up and runnin'
Rest in peace to the big homie [?]
Rest in peace to young [?] lil homie
From Centerville to Fruit Town, we gettin' money

[Luvaboy TJ:]
You don't bang bang, you ain't gang gang
You ain't never slang, choppin' 'caine
With a bad bitch from Spain
Talkin' slang off the Promethazine
OHB bitch, new whip
Stashed with rubber grips
Stackin' chips
Some of my homies Bloods and some bangin' Srips
22 rims with my brims and some lady friends
Stackin' ends, niggas in my way, that's one to the chin
Pockets on swole, I got a bunch of bands on me
All these model bitches, they can't keep they hands off me

[Ray J & Chris Brown:]
Oh you see the new gang comin', new gang comin'
Got that new gang comin' in
You see the new gang comin'
Bitch it's OHB, yeah we comin'

[Chris Brown:]
Pull up, pull up if you 'bout it nigga
Where I'm from, we body niggas
Kamakazis on Kawasakis
On 12 o'clock, you ain't ridin' with us
I got killers that do what I say when I need
Bullets spray fire out that lever
I got homies pullin' up in broad day
And set this bitch off like Keef
Smokin' Khalifa
And you was the one sayin' you was ready for war
Now you on the ship, you sound like a bitch
Can't fuck with your boy
This that new gang
All my niggas wear new chains
And I put my bitch in a Mulsanne
OHB in a black Lamb' like Bruce Wayne

[Ray J & Chris Brown:]
Oh you see the new gang comin', new gang comin'
Got that new gang comin' in
You see the new gang comin'
Bitch it's OHB, yeah we comin'
Propane got us all blunted
The cocaine got her nose runny
The strap got 100 rounds in it
If it ain't about money nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'

[Ray J:]
Pardon me but I don't usually talk a lot
If you ain't talkin' money, nigga what you talkin' 'bout?
The drop head take up multiple parkin' spots
Nowadays gotta keep most shooters in Harvey got
All about my presidents, hustle, never hesitant
Fuck who you invested in cause me, my niggas next to win
Money be my closest kin, I consider it my fam
Keep the drummer like a bam and bein' broke, I never can
Money's all I understand, I speak that shit fluently
Every way, you never there, we call that shit truancy
You speakin' that foolery, this money's nothin' new to me
Ain't worried 'bout who's hot, I was cool before it was cool to be
Fucking with a triant god, welcome to the tribe mob
Plus we out here ballin', bang it down like a LeBron lob
Championship rings for me and my fellow squad
Truth 100 like the numbers never lie, yeah

[Ray J & Chris Brown:]
Oh you see the new gang comin', new gang comin'
Got that new gang comin' in
You see the new gang comin'
Bitch it's OHB, yeah we comin'
Propane got us all blunted
The cocaine got her nose runny
The strap got 100 rounds in it
If it ain't about money nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'