"Fortune" (2012)



Fools With You Lyrics – Chris Brown

White flag hands up, I ain't got no room for them no (uhhh)
If love was a crime i'd be doing way more than life (uhhh)
Girl I'm through all I see is you (uhhhh)
Your my heart girl I fools with you!

[Chorus:]
Tell me when tell me where (whatever you want baby I'll do it all for you)
Kinda love got me sprung (I mean it and I don't give a damn )
All these girls on my head like a fresh cut (ayeee)
Tryna get yo spot but they gets no love
Kinda love got me sprung baby for the things you do I
Fools with you!
You are whats up, baby I ain't got no reason to lie
Girl I'm feeling locked in but not stuck,
Witchuu ain't never a waste of time (uhhh)
Yay, girl I'm through all I see is you (uhhh)
Your my heart girl I fools with you!

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
And when the rain falls down (tries to flood us out)
My love will be your raft girl
Anything you need (promise I will be)
Baby you can count on me
I'm ready right now no pressure on you (uh huh)
The only kind of fool I wanna be is the kind that fools with you

[Chorus]

[x4:]
I fools witchu you, you, I used to be a fool but now I only fools witchu

[Music fades out]

Open Road (I Love Her) Lyrics – Chris Brown

I should've been a better man
Instead of wasting time spending my life searching for the finer things
You always gave me another chance to make it right
But I didn't deserve, cause I didn't understand

And I feel so bad
Cause you wouldn't do the same to me
But I know what your weakness is
And you feel so mad
And now you’re on an open road
So gone, not looking back

I thought I had you on a leash
Like I could do whatever I wanted to, and I wanted to, and you was gonna wait for me baby, no
And now the table has turned now I feel like you're the master and I'm on the strings
You're in control of me

And I feel so bad
And now you're doing it to me
Cause you know what my weakness is
And you feel so mad
And now I'm on an open road
Tryna go, but I'm looking back

I'm looking for her
I'm tryna find her
I really need her
I think I love her

I'm looking for her
I'm tryna find her
I really need her
I think I love her

You can blame it all on me
I know it’s like this because of me
Now I’m just like a hitchhiker waiting for a ride
With no cars in sight

And it feels so bad
Cause you wouldn't do the same to me
'cause I know what your weakness is
And I feel so mad
And now you're on an open road
Long gone, I can't have you back

I'm looking for her
I'm tryna find her
I really need her
I think I love her

I wanna see her
I don't ever wanna leave ya
I wanna keep ya
I think I love her

Strip Lyrics – Chris Brown (feat. Kevin McCall)

[Verse 1 - Chris Brown:]
Take it off I wanna love you and everybody wanna touch you
You movin right wanna see what's up under then back it up, beep beep like a trucker.
Nice thighs, nice waist, and you know I can't forget about your face
But don't none of that matter I’m about to make your pockets fatter

[Chorus:]
Girl I just wanna see you strip, right now cause it’s late,babe
Girl I just wanna see you strip, girl take your time with it
Girl I just wanna see you strip God damn you’re sexy (for meeee)
God damn you’re sexy! (babbyyy) God damn you’re sexy!
Girl I just wanna see you...

[Verse 2:]
Got my shades on with my J's on in the club with a pocket full of ones
This girl, booty out of control there she go up and down the pole
Which one I'm take home get my freak on if you ain’t freaking, we ain’t speaking
You think I’m playing, no I’m not let me see you back it up and drop
Yeah, I wanna see your legs in the air baby don’t worry about your hair all those tracks
I don’t give a damn about that in the club they’re playing my song,
Turn it up, play it all night long If you think you can, and you know you can
I'mma give you all this money money money

[Chorus:]
Girl I just wanna see you strip, right now cause it’s late,babe
Girl I just wanna see you strip, girl take your time with it
Girl I just wanna see you strip God damn you’re sexy (for meeee)
God damn you’re sexy! (babbyyy) God damn you’re sexy!
Girl I just wanna see you...

[Verse 3 - K-Mac:]
Pants, shirt, you can take it off, panties, bra, you can take it off
Red bottom heels, you can take ‘em wait, wait, leave ‘em on, cause i like my woman tall!
Got a hot momma, you’re hotter than a sauna I wanna peel them clothes off your body like a banana
The only reason i dress you in that designer is to get you out that dolce and gabbana!
I throw this money up, she watch it all fall, toot that thing up for a boss
Anything you’re wanting baby, you can have it all,
Starting with my last name now they call you Mrs. McCall

[Chorus:]
Girl I just wanna see you strip, right now cause it’s late,babe
Girl I just wanna see you strip, girl take your time with it
Girl I just wanna see you strip God damn you’re sexy (for meeee)
God damn you’re sexy! (babbyyy) God damn you’re sexy!
Girl I just wanna see you...

Treading Water Lyrics – Chris Brown

Oh oh-ohhhh
Oh oh-ohhhh
You said I’m not giving enough
But baby girl I’m trying so hard to
Keep up, when you fear
That I’ma always leave you lonely
But you see that I want us to last forever
And my heart stays open..
Darling you know it will get better
But you know that shit won’t happen over night
We just gotta give love a try
And when you look beside you
Girl I’ll be there

When it rains down your face
Tell me where do the tears end up
Don’t wanna drown in the rivers of your sorrow
And I, I will swim a thousand miles
Just for one minute to see you smile

I’m treading water
I’m treading water
Please don’t cry cause your drowning me

Oh oh-ohhhh
Oh oh-ohhhh
What do you say?
What do you mean?
That you blame me
Why is it today that you doubted me
That I’ma always leave you lonely
But you see that I want us to last forever
And my heart stays open
Darling you know it will get better
But you know that shit won’t happen over night
We just gotta give love a try
And when you look beside you
Girl I’ll be there

When it rains down your face
Tell me where do the tears end up
Don’t wanna drown in the rivers of your sorrow
And I, I will swim a thousand miles
Just for one minute to see you smile

I’m treading water
I’m treading water
Please don’t cry cause your drowning me

Oh oh-ohhhh
Oh oh-ohhhh

mixtape: "Boy In Detention" (2011)



First 48 Lyrics – Chris Brown

Hahaha, alright.
Let that beat drop.
Okay, lehhgooo.
Owwwwww

Look, go on make em clap, make em do that.
And when this nigga rap, they be like "Who dat?"
She in the party super wet, where the pool at?
I got a big head, so my hat adjust to 2 snaps.

Money to the ceiling, tell me where my roof at.
Your pants too tight, maybe you just too fat.
Just a cheetoh with doritos, yea, I lay em like du-rags.
Boy, I know why you mad, cause my chain stoopid.

And your girl leaning all on me.
Imma give her a couple of drinks, then I put her ass to sleep.
Bedtime, if she come she a freak.
Then you read them headlines that she fucking with C.B.

What you mean? Imma ball out.
I'm driving space ships, I threw my cars out.
What I call a garage, you call a house.
Live in that hole in the wall, you are a mouse.

They be like "Chris, you killing it." Soprano.
Valet tryna steal my keys, nigga this ain't no piano.
What you mean? I'm the president, but fuck a bout a plan though.
They gonna have to change the channel, cause its way too much to handle.
Yep, haha.

All that bullshit, I ain't hearing it.
Cause I'm on point, like a pyramid.
and I'm flushing you turds, killing shit.
Only hear two words, nigga sit.
Yea!

I'm the B E S T E S T.
I'm in that Range, you in that low key.
Off that super loud, the car smoking, but it's Friday.
What up Smokey?

Damn, man all these cameras are bananas.
And the waitress hate me, hope she don't spit in my sandwich.
Yea, ya'll can't get at me like a mention.
Indirectly, ya'll respect me, because this BOY IN DETENTION.

But still I walk around too proud.
Neighbors mad at me, cause I fuck too loud.
You would think I was police, how I move crowds.
V-A-gina! Two up, two down.

Team Breezy, yea I'm reppin it.
We the shit boiiii, so don't step in it.
I'm all about my stripes, like a veteran.
And it's getting too late, I need to take my medicine.

Ok, ok let me go.
Nigga be shining, this soul glow. [?]
Boy, look at all these diamonds,
And my chain so heavy, and my neck be rhyming. [?]
Can't see you, all I see is my shades.
Girl, got her giddy giddy, Frankie Lyeman.
I make her cum like clockwork.
What you call that? Perfect timing.

They call me Hercules.
Just like a slave, she working me.
Know she off that bong weed, when she smoking and got them purple leaves.
7-Eleven head, no hands when she slurping me.
Then she swallowed my sword, like a circus freak.

Crazy Lyrics – Chris Brown

Where that bar at.. Tell me where that
Bout to buy the whole club where my credit card at
Money flying in the air,
look at what I started
asses clapping up in here,
damn its like an audience
and she bringing all her friends,
I'll be yo seesaw
She bout to act an ass..heehaw
Got a stupid monkey fatter than King Kong,
It's like a pistol on you,
take it all off
Ha, you gone need an ambulance,
After you get done with this hammer in my pants,
Make it stand up,
watch it dance,
all mouth, no hands.

I tried to tell you niggers,
I'm the greatest!
You bitch made hater
Shoes crocodile
fuck gators!
Ain't no need to talk
nigger pay us!
I'm about to go, go! go! (loco)
Go, go
my nigga just (crazy)
Go, go! I'm about to go loco!
Go, go!
that nigga just (crazy)

Look oh damn my liver
damn I got the shivers,
my family got that bomb weed.. but all i need is liquor
And then she got that butt, thicker than a snicker
And shawty got that fye, so i pop her like a blister (eww)
I know you think I'm losing it but why you speed ballin
Nigger I am cruisin bitch, nigga we ballin
And when I go to sleep, my tattoos come to life,
Hoes in your head, out of mind, out of site
That's why they call me breezy
baby, cold as ice
Boy don't make me paint a portrait, rearrange your life
all my kicks fly, they power ranger nikes
I'm the shit,
Nigger ain't gotta say it twice
Tony the tiger, call me Tony!
Cause everything is great, was she twerkin on me!
Boy I ain't no kin ta ya
I am from Virginia, A F O nigger let go,
Man they can't get rid of us?

I tried to tell you niggers,
I'm the greatest!
You bitch made hater
Shoes crocodile
fuck gators!
Ain't no need to talk
nigger pay us!
I'm about to go, go! go! (loco)
Go, go
my nigga just (crazy)
Go, go! I'm about to go loco!
Go, go!
that nigga just (crazy)

Freaky I'm Iz Lyrics – Chris Brown (feat. Kevin McCall, Diesel & Swizz Beats)

Get fresh baby this is your song,
Put your good shoes and your lipstick on,
Get fresh baby this is your song,
You said you want a freak, I'mma give you what you want.
Whole lot of sex, whole lot of liquor,
Whole lot of chicks, not a lot of niggas,
Not my party, all about the bitches,
Sexy model, ass like Alicia's,
See my main chick, she got that good shit,
And her gang vicious so I call her sid,
Girl you better be careful,
Bragging on a dick now your friends want a sample,
Fuck a 69, its 696,
I be the 9, both ya'll the 6,
You go both ways, get a load of this,
Beat it so hard, now she gotta take a piss,
Then you can't even walk in the morning,
Go to work yawning, :
Man your girlfriends on it,
Ain't no fun if you ain't sharing with the homies.

[Chorus:]
I'll make you run and tell your friends
How freaky I'm iz,
I'll make you run and tell your friends
How freaky I'm iz,
I'll make you run and tell your friends
How freaky I'm iz,
How freaky I'm iz,
How freaky I'm iz.

I'ma have you telling all the business,
By the way that I be giving you the business,
I'll make you run and tell your friends
How freaky I'm iz,
How freaky I'm iz,
How freaky I'm iz.

When my jeans come down, the surfs coming up,
Thong to the side, she feel it in her guts,
Ass in the air, fucking up your weave,
Pulling on your hair baby let me hear you scream,
This white game mean, I make a bitch cry,
I lick your lips to your tits to your thighs,
Throw you on your side, I'm working out the kinks,
You sweating out the sheets, girl you fucking with a freak,
She told you I'm a beast? well, she ain't never lie,
I can go on both of you at the same time,
Taking that pussy, bitch this mine,
Throw that shit back, put an arch in your spine,
I never waste time but I ain't in a rush,
Hit it like a champ, I beat the pussy up,
He give you little taps, I beat the pussy up,
Got her telling all her friends how the kid do her stuff.

[Chorus:]
I'll make you run and tell your friends
How freaky I'm iz,
I'll make you run and tell your friends
How freaky I'm iz,
I'll make you run and tell your friends
How freaky I'm iz,
How freaky I'm iz,
How freaky I'm iz.

I'ma have you telling all the business,
By the way that I be giving you the business,
I'll make you run and tell your friends
How freaky I'm iz,
How freaky I'm iz,
How freaky I'm iz.

I see 'em with they hands up and I'm making sure I don't leave no ladies out,
I need a dirty dancer cause baby I can guarantee I'mma turn you out,
So all my sexy girls say, ooooh
All my sexy girls say, oooooh,
Girl I'm so nasty yeah, me have to tell you all the girlies love me
I put work in till you can't take it,
You screaming and we're butt naked,
Pull your hair girl, I'll kiss you girl to take you down,
You got it, you telling everybody all about it.

[Chorus:]
I'll make you run and tell your friends
How freaky I'm iz,
I'll make you run and tell your friends
How freaky I'm iz,
I'll make you run and tell your friends
How freaky I'm iz,
How freaky I'm iz,
How freaky I'm iz.

I'ma have you telling all the business,
By the way that I be giving you the business,
I'll make you run and tell your friends
How freaky I'm iz,
How freaky I'm iz,
How freaky I'm iz.
This what you want, this what you need!
This what you need? right!
This what you get!

Body On Mine Lyrics – Chris Brown (feat. Se7en)

[Verse 1:]
Ha! Hot damn, you look so appalled
My girl is the shit, your girl has no ass at all
Her booty super thick but her tummy super small
And when she dancin' her booty swallow up her draws
Yeah buddy in the club I do my dougie
Bottle in my hand mean muggin' like I'm ugly
Only models in my section get them uglies way from me
And when they be like, I just play dummy.
In the party got them white girls rolling like whoa
In the morning they be like where the fuck are my clothes
Please don't tell nobody cause I don't really do this,
(Smack lips) Sure, (smack lips) what you think I'm stupid
I told her, just to call me da-da
But shorty spanish so she wanna call me pa-pa
Or papi never met a nigga like me
I swept her up so I guess she had light feet

[Chorus:]
Can we make this an after party
Cause yo body all on me
My head spinning round and round
Can we make this a nasty party
Cause I just want ya body on mine body on mine
And take me down take me down now

[Verse 2:]
Vans on, so I get my dance on
She said she fucked the whole crew I put my mans on
I threw my money on the table told her dance on it
I pull that monster out, she put her hands on it.
Pool party shawty going gnarly
Only fuck with rock stars and them boys whose riding harleys
Bitch I'm on ya camera, no not iCarly
When she turn 21 I'm a drown her with bacardi
Mmmmm hhhhhmmm, 151 heart beatin like a drum
And my face is kinda numb
Stop that shit where that hatin coming from
Oh you mad cause I got your girl faced on my dick

[Chorus:]
Can we make this an after party
Cause your body all on me
My head spinning round and round
Can we make this a nasty party
Cause I just want your body on mine body on mine
And take me down take me down down

Spend It All Lyrics – Chris Brown (feat. Se7en & Kevin McCall)

Go 'head, do ya dance
I know you see all of this money in my hand

And if you keep doing it for me
Imma spend it all [x2]

Just got my check I'm bout to spend it on the whole club
Half of these niggas can't pay rent after it's ova
Two chicks me, hit bipolar
Jamaican-Indian chicks they totem pole up

The way you move ya body girl
Make me wanna feel ya body girl
Girl I know you want it, ain't no change for all these hundreds
I'm about to make it rain, they should change your name to stormy
Girl you know my dick's enormous
Girl I love your performance
She said she was from New Orleans
Tryna sting her like a hornet
Upgrade her, that's a bonus
Her booty that's what I'm bonin'

Go 'head, do ya dance
I know you see all of this money in my hand

And if you keep doing it for me
Imma spend it all [x2]

It's alright, it's OK
Girl just keep poppin' that booty in my face

And if you keep poppin' that booty
Imma spend it all [x2]

Let's go, my eyes shit cause her booty all in my face
I touch, no computer she in myspace

Damn look at mami lose it watch her girate
Breezy up in this bitch like a vibrator

V.I.P. with 2 of them
Got 2 cheeks use your booty for the A.T.M.
Credit cards, take off your bra have a menage
Particular, vehicular, call me the sarge

Grown booty from the A-Town
Pull her hair, can't see nothing from the waist down
For them dollars make her holler like "whoa"
And my transactions got them Jacksons, Michael

You corny rappers can't be serious
Cause deep down we know you pussy, period.
So now it's back to getting more hoes
You niggas lack delivery, Digiorno

Go 'head, do ya dance
I know you see all of this money in my hand

And if you keep doing it for me
Imma spend it all [x2]

It's alright, it's OK
Girl just keep poppin' that booty in my face

And if you keep poppin' that booty
Imma spend it all [x2]

I'm feeling myself, done had a couple drinks, I start to feeling myself
I start to dance up on ya feeling under your belt
I need a tipper, when I'm dancing you put the money on my thighs
Just watch me real low but Imma need a little more if Imma take it all off
Need you to dig in your pocket it's deeper
You say you a spender, then put your money where your mouth is

Go 'head, do ya dance
I know you see all of this money in my hand

And if you keep doing it for me
Imma spend it all [x2]

It's alright, it's OK
Girl just keep poppin' that booty in my face

And if you keep poppin' that booty
Imma spend it all [x2]

Private Dancer Lyrics – Chris Brown (feat. Kevin McCall)

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Yeah I would like this dance little mama
I thought you'd never ask, I got a lotta cash
Especially enough for ya, yeah
'cause you're the hottest thing up in this club
I can tell when you hit the stage, baby you gettin' paid
You're booty is a money magnet,
You... lookin' like Jessica Rabbit,
Puttin' these... other chicks in they casket, yeah

[Bridge:]
Here go a G stack, come sit on my lap
Now lemme tell you what I'm here for
Makin' you fill this position
And baby girl you fit the description yeah

[Chorus:]
Private dancer, my private dancer
Said you gon' be my private dancer
Just pack your things up 'cause your coming home wit me
My private dancer, my private dancer
You gon' be my private dancer
Just pack your things up 'cause your coming home wit me

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
I can quadruple what you're makin'
I'll make your job description so clear
You ain't gotta worry 'bout your boss, I already paid him off my dear
See I got a mansion in a Hampton's in a club and a back bar tender
Dinner and a chef, what else do you really need
Its your show, where anything goes
You ain't gotta worry , you can lose control

[Bridge:]
Here go a G stack, come sit on my lap
Now lemme tell you what I'm here for
Makin' you fill this position
And baby girl you fit the description yeah

[Chorus:]
Private dancer, my private dancer
Said you gon' be my private dancer
Just pack your things up 'cause your coming home wit me
My private dancer, my private dancer
You gon' be my private dancer
Just pack your things up 'cause your coming home wit me

[Kevin McCall:]
JMAC
I - I - I be, I be in the strip club wit my hands up
Trickin' like I'm flippin' I be spinnin' all my ends up
Even if I never leave my seat she make me stand up
See, that's why I could never move to Atlanta
All about her bucks you would think she came from Tampa
She stay on that new shit no wonder why she pamper
Get it, she gon' she gon' let me hit it
I can't wait til we alone 'cause I want your full attention
We can take this to my crib gotta stripper pole up in it
G-G-Girl you know I love it when you pop that shit for pimpin'
(Ha), my private dancer (Yeah), you the realest
Imma call ya franchise (Why), 'cause you could get the business

[Chorus:]
Private dancer, my private dancer
Said you gon' be my private dancer
Just pack your things up 'cause your coming home wit me
My private dancer, my private dancer
You gon' be my private dancer
Just pack your things up 'cause your coming home wit me

100 Bottles Lyrics – Chris Brown (feat. Se7en)

We're in the mother fucking building!
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
Stuntin' is my motto, with 200 bad models
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
I need a hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
Stuntin' is my motto, with 200 bad models

Oh my god waiter! We packed up in this bitch!
And I'm feeling hater vapors yeah it's hot up in this bitch!
But you will never phase me
And I know why you hate me
Cause my fucking cleaning lady
Look hotter than your bitch,
And you know I'm about to spend
A hundred rocks upon this bar, R bar.
You don't wanna drink you wanna be nosey Ms. Aardvark
And I know that you not used to rejection
But if you don't get naked get the fuck up out my section!

[Chorus:]
I'mma need a hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
I need a hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
Stuntin' is my motto, with 200 bad models
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
Stuntin' is my motto, with 200 bad models

All up in the VIP that shit look like a cloud
Guess Aladdin got two hundred Jazmines coming to the house.
And we're banging on that magic carpet fucking on the couch
All the better genies say she saw a genie, that's that loud
They say silence is gold, told my queen don't make a sound
But these bottles I'm holding I'mma give 'em to the crowd!
Ah, that must be the shit they're talking about
Can you hear me now or I gotta say it loud?

[Chorus:]
I need a hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
Stuntin' is my motto, with 200 bad models
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
Stuntin' is my motto, with 200 bad models
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
Stuntin' is my motto, with 200 bad models

I see you standing in the back, babe
Let me help you out with that babe, you looking badder than the biz
Baddest in the click, see you're picking up your slack babe
So let me take you back to my place
So drunk, so high, babe
We can do this over and over, I ain't got no hang over
You can tell by the look on my face I need

[Chorus:]
I need a hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
I need a hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
Stuntin' is my motto, with 200 bad models
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
Stuntin' is my motto, with 200 bad models

Leave The Club Lyrics – Chris Brown (feat. Joelle James)

[Chris Brown]
I'mma make you fall in love when you leave the club
All I really want you to do is scream my name
And nobody else,
Just love me girl (Cause you're bad)
All by yourself
Just love me girl

Who is she?
She gotta special type of perfume
And her bag balenciaga
It's full of tricks, look at her move
Damn, I feel guilty
Cause I ain't offer her a seat in VIP yet
Girl I know you wanna drink just dance for me
You're not gonna regret
Cause I ain't got ones all I got is hundreds
Girl you look so amazing when you do it
There's no better time to play my music, for her
[Spoken] I betcha

I'mma make you fall in love when you leave the club
All I really want you to do is scream my name
And nobody else,
Just love me girl (Cause you're bad)
All by yourself
Just love me girl

[Joelle James]
I can feel you lookin my way
And my body's all alone
You're in a daze
You think you're gonna take me home
Ya know, I'm thinking it too, it's on my mind
Cause I ain't got ones all I got are hundreds
Don't I look so amazing when I do it?
Why we still wasting time lets do it
Get your car
[Spoken] I betcha

[Chris Brown]
I'mma make you fall in love when you leave the club (When we leavin?)
All I really want you to do is scream my name (I'm wanna scream it baby!)
And nobody else,
Just love me girl (Cause you're bad) (So Bad)
Cause you're all by yourself
Just love me girl (I'm gonna love you)

[Both]
[Chris Brown] Can you love me?
[Joelle James] Yes, I can love you
[Chris Brown] I want you
[Joelle James] Baby I want you too
[Chris Brown] Can you love me?
[Joelle James] I can love you
[Chris Brown] I want you
[Joelle James] Yeah!
[Chris Brown] Yeah, can you love me?
[Joelle James] I can love you!
[Chris Brown] Can you love me?
[Joelle James] Yeah!
[Chris Brown] Oh can you love me?
[Joelle James] Yes I do!
[Chris Brown] Love me.

[Together]
And baby we can do it all night, till the morning
I'll let you ride, like a rodeo
[CB] and when you lay by my side
[JJ] I got the glasses
[CB] I got the liquor
[JJ] I got the green
[CB] I brought the swishers
[JJ] Yeahhh!
[CB] We're gonna have a good time
[JJ] Yes we will!

I'mma make you fall in love when you leave the club
All I really want you to do is scream my name
And nobody else,
Just love me girl (Cause you're bad)
All by yourself
Just love me girl

Real Hip Hop #4 Lyrics – Chris Brown (feat. Kevin McCall)

[Chris Brown:]
Look, in the summer 6-0
A little margarita blend
So I slip slow
The type of nigga I am kind of skitzo
Never out of my element I let the fifth go
Shots in the club panic at the disco
She of that M D M A that's from frisco
Hella chips call me mister Nabisco
Is that your bitch cause she
Won't let my go wrist go
My techniques is just sex freaks
Skinny dipp with hot model bitches and lesbies
I'm a put my tongue on they soul like a SB
But they don't know they scum to my soul they're just sexy
I'm a play dumb play that role in the
SV is ridiculous
And can I get a girl with real ass and TITS
Most Respect in the world to my
Real niggas Cause, all them fake niggas make me
Wanna kill niggas, I stand alone fuck that gang bang shit!
They Nintendo blowing niggas
Cause this game ain't shit
Is relevant that I am better than these 'veterans'
They are sleeping on me like I been
Given them sedatives
Sometimes I wish I had better
Friends and better peers
Cause I know when it to the ends they disappear...

[Kevin McCall:]
Damn! Where they go? Where they go? Where they go?

Uhhh-See I'm doper than that shit
Pookie was on in new jack city
This is why I'm getting rich
Without trying
I ain't like fifty
Cus what's good being rich if your dying
That shit is silly!
Call the the chain TLC all the ice make you chilly
I'm a pimp so you know I'm snatching your broad
I'm a a real star your patrick from spongebob
And in my city to the streets I'm Freeway Ricky
Cus I keep the streets flooded with that crack music
I be selling cd's like them niggas push kilos
But I don't push weight unless there's plates
In the weight room
Why you think I'm BUF? Blowin Up Fast
Call me left hook cause I be heavy on the gas
You would think I was a Spartan, 300 on the dash
Either that or a martian in a space aircraft
Cus when you see that whip that I have, you be like "What the fuck was that?! "

Your Body Lyrics – Chris Brown

To all my ladies think it's about time cause there's just one thing that's on my mind your body, your body

To all my ladies looking so fine there's just one thing that's on my mind your body, your body

(Want You Girl)

[Verse 1:]
Fresh I am (yes), Yes I am (yes) skinny jeans on (oh) I wear them (yes) Such a little kid get my high chair then (HA) but look at my watch and what's under my chin (yep) So icy your girl like me true blood but I told her don't bite me forget the club let me see what you liking she said she wants to just do it like Nike (check) Ok let me put it down turn into a freak when nobody's around. When you under the sheets I know what's going down (down, down, down) she'll won't to leave me though she keep coming back, it must be the Louie bag and then hundred stacks or I make her cum fast like she running track Magnum, jimmy hat

[Hook: x2]
(Yea, let me talk them)

[Verse 2:]
B-R-E-E-Z-Y one of a guy, I'm fly, higher than high, Dubai I go Private jets nevertheless I travel the globe, I'm ready to go but first let me call my PO, (HA) Baby take my handin and we can do anything except landin Love it when you give it to me speak it in spanish this week black girl next week a hispanic, can't forget the white girls dats right girls yea the white girls hollywood price right bright light girls and them hood hella drunk all night girls, that's what I like, yea, oh you like cars, I got hot wheels (true) haters mad (huh) how them cops feel, so let me cop a feel, right there and we can disappear david copperfield.

[Hook x3]

(I want you girl)

Ladies Love Me Lyrics – Chris Brown (feat. Justin Bieber)

David Banner... David Banner

Ladies love me
I'm on my Cool J

[Chris Brown:]
My bad, I'm sorry
I'm double parked
Yeah that's my Bugatti
And that's my Ferrari next to my Ducati
Call my old school Big Bertha that big body
Boy I get exotic
My car need a pilot
Get free drinks to party
Your nigga need his wallet
No limit to what I'm spending so I know she's about bout it
And who in the hell is smoking in here 'cause it's super cloudy
Goons with me dressed like skaters
Getting bruised kidneys
Stretch you later
Man my house so big
Take the escalator to the elevator
Take the elevator to the private jet
Then I jet; niggas see you later

[Hook:]
Ladies love me
I'm on my Cool J
Yellow model chick
Yellow bottle sippin'
Ladies love me
I'm on my Cool J
Yellow Lamborghini
Yellow top missin'

[Justin Bieber:]
Baby I'm yo doctor,
I could be yo rocker,
Swaggin' I'm not braggin'
But I swear that I could rock ya'
Baby I'm not crazy,
I got swag like Patrick Swayze
Y'know them haters never phase me
That's not how my momma raised me
I am incredible, this is inedible
Killing this track was inevitable
I am hetero, baby you better know Jb is generally just a G look at me
Now, I said look at me, swagging with the crooked tee
Body slammed the beats from D Beat, call me
Call me Booker T.
I said whoa there, whoa there baby you just need to stop. (okay)
I'm busy out performing and I'm going to the top.
I got so much to lose, so I'm steady getting gwap.
But them haters go down and we just get to watch.
Amazing, I'm blazing. Look over here, said that I'm amazing.
Nobody's facing, what I'm facing. Set a pace, so I can race without pacing.
Lace my shoes off, start racing. You can taste it, without faste-ing,
I mean fasting, start blasting. Call up Lauren hill do-op that thing
Swagger jacking, is not what I do. JB is the man, yeah he's the truth.
He's a beast when he steps up in the booth. I just landed, I did too.
I'm a gentleman, yes I'm a gentleman, I'm out of my element, but I'm still elegant.
I'm full of adrenaline, you know what that means.
Louis V hightops with the skinny jeans.

[Hook:]
Ladies love me
I'm on my Cool J
Yellow model chick
Yellow bottle sippin'
Ladies love me
I'm on my Cool J
Yellow Lamborghini
Yellow top missin'

Real Hip Hop Shit #3 Lyrics – Chris Brown

Leather jacket, relaxing
The movie scenes I’m acting
These rappers practice
I’m at the plate, enough to bat bitch
Fully smoking locomotive, nigga, fuck an adlib
In the club celebrating cause I’m self promoted
Is it a fire? Cause the crowd smoking!
Big Will, she off a pill.. rollin
You know a country nigga hungry
Waffle house? Open!
But they too broke to pay their bills
So they’re freeloading
But it’s cool, sit down
You know that nigga rich?
Girl his name.. Chris Brown
His chain’s so ugly that it makes a bitch frown
I’m serving all these niggas
But who ordered hash browns?
Nigga, I be like.. yeah I got the check
And I just paid your bills, so.. yes
I want some sex
Hah! But first, can I kiss your neck?
And I’mma work you out
So you ain’t gotta stretch
Hold up! Let me slow up
Impregnate your beat, I make that bitch blow up
I eat all I can eat
Until a nigga throw up
I tell that DJ “ay! Pull up, pull up”
Man, I’m so sick of these lame motherfuckas
A nigga’s still shitting on the game, motherfucka
Old niggas as the world change, muthafuckas
Y’all niggas still being the same muthafucka?
Who else, dawg?
Look, let me go in, then I count more ends
My tints 11, and your friends in my Benz
The engine on that Viper 220
And it’s green in the trunk, but that’s new money
Watch.. Frank Mueller, my Ruger
Cut that shit – fire. I just shot my jeweler!
Another hundred racks just to make my chain a cooler
Off that Four Loco, out of my medulla
Wow! I be seeing dead people
Dead prezzies my besties
Nigga, we are not equal
How you get the big picture
Looking from a peephole?
My real niggas in the back, but
“He ain’t talking to me tho!”
I know you mad cause I afford it
TMZ, I’m wiping my ass, so stop recording
Supposedly a singer, can’t do hip-hop
But I just killed this shit, so let the
Shit rock

Real Hip Hop Shit Lyrics – Chris Brown (feat. Kevin McCall)

[Chris Brown]
Look, in the summer 6-0
A little margarita blend
so I slip slow
The type of nigga I am kind of skitzo
Never out of my element I let the fifth go
Shots in the club panic at the disco
She of that M D M A that's from frisco
Hella chips call me mister Nabisco
Is that your bitch cause she
won't let my go wrist go
My techniques is just sex freaks
Skinny dipp with hot model bitches and lesbies
Imma put my tongue on they soul like a SB
But they don't know they scum to my soul they're just sexy
Imma play dumb play that role in the
SV is ridiculous
And can I get a girl with real ass and TITS
Most Respect in the world to my
real niggas Cause, all them fake niggas make me
wanna kill niggas, I stand alone fuck that gang bang shit!
they Nintendo blowing niggas
Cause this game ain't shit
Is relevant that I am better than these 'veterans'
They are sleeping on me like I been
given them sedatives
Sometimes I wish I had better
friends and better peers
Cause I know when it to the ends they disappear...

[Kevin McCall]
Damn! Where they go? Where they go? Where they go?

Uhhh-See I'm doper than that shit
Pookie was on in new jack city
This is why I'm getting rich
without trying
I ain't like fifty
cus whats good being rich if your dying
that shit is silly!
Call the the chain TLC all the ice make you chilly
I'm a pimp so you know I'm snatching your broad
I'ma a real star your patrick from spongebob
and in my city to the streets I'm Freeway Ricky
cus i keep the streets flooded with that crack music
I be selling cd's like them niggas push kilos
but I don't push weight unless there's plates
in the weight room
Why you think I'm BUF? Blowin Up Fast
Call me left hook cause I be heavy on the gas
You would think I was a Spartan, 300 on the dash
Either that or a martian in a space aircraft
Cus when you see that whip that I have, you be like "What the fuck was that?!"

Snapbacks Back Lyrics – Chris Brown (feat. Tyga)

Uhh, Uhh
Well done
Finish him

[Chorus]
Snapbacks back, Snapbacks back
That's all these niggas saying I brought snapbacks back
I'm a fresh ass nigga, bitches no I'm the shit
25 for the belt nigga get off my dick.
I brought the snapbacks back, snapbacks back
That's all these niggas saying I brought snapbacks back
I'm a fresh ass nigga, bitches no I'm the shit
25 for the belt nigga get off my dick.

[Verse 1 - Tyga]
I brought the snapbacks back. snapbacks back
Man all these niggas foul like hack a shaq
Nigga racks on racks
My bitch ass so fat
Your bitch booty like a pancake flat flap jack
I make your dollars collapse
Trail low in the strap
Shells big as a turtle
Master splinter to rap
Spi, spi, spi, spin you like Urkel
Your body hanging from fat
Thought you was sharper than tacks
Get you thrown like some jacks.
All these bitches with these tassels on they titties tryna tax
I don't give a fuck if none of yall don't rap
I can pull a bitch just turning my back
Who do that? Venus trap
Flyest nigga in the class
Goyard bag, see that tag?
I can pay your rent all year, boy.
Yo momma know,
Yo cousin, sister, brother and yo momma know,
Yo cousin, sister, brother, and yo momma know,
Yo cousin, sister, brother and yo momma know,
Bitch yo granny know, nigga.

[Chorus]
Snapbacks back, Snapbacks back
That's all these niggas saying I brought snapbacks back
I'm a fresh ass nigga, bitches no I'm the shit
25 for the belt nigga get off my dick.
I brought the snapbacks back, snapbacks back
That's all these niggas saying I brought snapbacks back
I'm a fresh ass nigga, (hahahaha) bitches no I'm the shit (what's hapenin')
25 for the belt, (ight) nigga get off my dick.

[Verse 2 - Chris Brown]
Leggo,
Snapbacks back, put V.A. on the map
I'm a young nigga heart throb, girls cardiac
I got your girls all on my (dick)
Yea them chickens giving me neck, nigga
You ain't talkin bout shit
Fuck your city, press eject.
To busy coughing up them hairballs
Fur coat, bear dog
Spray these niggas like aerosol,
And fuck them on niggas geritol
Hold up, snapback on,
Champange MCM backpack on
Lucky that my situation in this probation won't even let me strap that tone
My condo ain't no hotter i be right at home,
What you mean nigga I'm coherent
Steeze out with my D out
And you wonder why your shawty be disappearin'
Haha, I brought the snapbacks back
Last kings in them Ti$as, yea they sell like crack.
You got no car insurance, no raybans
This Geico, caveman
First of the month you do a praise dance,
Like you movin' on up, Amen
Stop that drop my hat in the club
They gon' be like that nigga on drugs
Get more respect in L.A. than you do,
And you working for the pubs.

[Chorus]
Snapbacks back, Snapbacks back
That's all these niggas saying I brought snapbacks back
I'm a fresh ass nigga, bitches no I'm the shit
25 for the belt nigga get off my dick.
I brought the snapbacks back, snapbacks back
That's all these niggas saying I brought snapbacks back
I'm a fresh ass nigga, bitches no I'm the shit
25 for the belt nigga get off my dick.
I brought the...

The Best Yo Lyrics – Chris Brown

[Intro:]
I don't know what it is...
It's just something about you...
Ha... I mean I don't think I can be in love this early...
Huh, maybe I can. But you the best.

[Verse 1:]
All of these chances we take from day to day.
Constantly workin', travelin' from place to place.
I wanna find a place where my love can stay,
So you just promise you won't give my love away.
Girl let's get our dance on, and I'm a kiss your neck
And put my hands on your body.

[Hook:]
We can do this thing nice and slow,
We can take it 'round the world let's go.
Girl you know you play the biggest part,
Take it back to the start where we fell in love.
Ooh girl you got that body I can't take it babe,
I want it, I just really really want it.
Got anything you need baby, just come with me baby ha ah...

[Chorus:]
It don't matter where we go, London as Heathrow,
I'll take you 'round the world baby and back.
Because you're special, (aah) you the best yo, (aah) let's go.
And you know I'm a go-getter, but shawty is a winner.
You need a girl who wants you just like that.
Because you're special, (oh) you the best yo, (aah) let's go.

[Verse 2:]
Girl your body matches your face, and I want it all.
Bring yo body over here, I ain't scared to break you off.
I'm bout to go in so hard, deeper and deeper
[Background:] (Givin' it to your body, I love ya body baby)
If me and your body could love exchange,
All these positions girl let's switch it up.

[Hook:]
We can do this thing nice and slow,
We can take it 'round the world let's go.
Girl you know you play the biggest part,
Take it back to the start where we fell in love.
Ooh girl you got that body I can't take it babe,
I want it, I just really really want it.
Got anything you need baby, just come with me baby ha ah...
[Background:] (ooooh... yeah...)

[Chorus:]
It don't matter where we go, London as Heathrow,
I'll take you 'round the world baby and back.
Because you're special, (aah) you the best yo, (aah) let's go.
And you know I'm a go-getter, but shawty is a winner.
You need a girl who wants you just like that.
Because you're special, (oh) you the best yo, (aah) let's go.

[Bridge:]
Can't nobody else, do me like you do.
Make a nigga wanna spend them dolla's on you boo.
Do it by yourself, girl that's all you ooh.
I can't get yo booty out of my mind.
Girl you're a stallion, you know you da truth.

Can we make love right now...
Right now... Right now... Right now...
Owww...

[Chorus:]
It don't matter where we go, London as Heathrow,
I'll take you 'round the world baby and back.
Because you're special, (aah) you the best yo, (aah) let's go.
And you know I'm a go-getter, but shawty is a winner.
You need a girl who wants you just like that.
Because you're special, (oh) you the best yo, (aah) let's go.

[Outro Beat]

Marvin's Room (Remix) Lyrics – Chris Brown (feat. J Valentine, Dawn Richard, Se7en & Kevin McCall)

[Verse 1 - Chris Brown]
He’s saying he’s your best friend
And he’s always the one in your ear
I know that he been waiting
To get my ass up out of here
It’s been a couple months now
Baby I am not suprised
But I’m a real nigga
Girl, how you gon take his side

[Hook]
I bet if I lick that spot then you won’t act like that
I miss giving you them backshots, girl you remember that
Baby and I’d be damned if I let him take my place
Don’t listen to what that nigga say
Cus he’s just saying you could do better
And baby all I’m saying is he sound like a hater
And baby he could just fuck off and do us a favor
Mind your business, nigga stop being a hater

[Bridge - Seven]
Here we go, why these niggas keep hating for
Guess that’s just the way it goes
Uh oh, that’s the way it goes, Uh oh, Uh oh
Uh oh, that’s the way it goes

[Verse 2 - Chris Brown]
Baby what the hell are you thinking
By the way you screamin’ at me thinkin’ you’ve been drinking
I know that nigga’s on your line
But he can’t get what’s mine, yeah
Baby you need to show me what the hell I did wrong
I need you to hold me, right here in your arms
I’m kissing your heart and all your little body parts
Baby, baby

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Kevin McCall]
K Mac
See it’s a reason why she still with me
And she ain’t with you
She see the real in me, and the bitch in you
Yeah, she friends with you, but she sexing me
When she be textin you, she be next to me
Showin me how weak you is, it’s embarrassing
I’m a real nigga so I guess you are a mannequin
Bad on the phone but in person you be panicking
I ain’t even stressed, got a bag full of cannabis
I ain’t with the bull so this ain’t beef
You a weenie I bet you be lying on your meat
If real recognize real, who the fuck is you
She need a principal, not a substitute

[Kevin McCall & Chris Brown]
He’s just saying you could do better (no, he can’t)
Girl stop playing he could never
Be the one you need cus you’re the one for me girl
I know how to please you right
He’s just saying you could do better
Girl stop playing you know he could never
Be the one you need cus you’re the one for me, yeah
But I’m a real nigga

100% Lyrics – Chris Brown (feat. Kevin McCall)

[Kevin McCall:]
Beats I be serving sex beefs...
Diamonds got so many cuts call my jeweler to surgeon
Ain't nobody fucking with me label me the virgin
I'm hot burning, like when you leave a perm in
Everywhere I go these hoes be digging in they purses for a shark
Because they tryin' get the autograph of person
Little bit of coke mix with a lot of bourbon
Got your boy leaning sorry if my words slurin
Swervin' in that DV9 on purpose
The roof disappear call it magic like irvin johnson
Get above my johnson, know my rider dick Shawty this ain't magic mountain
I've been killing, killing every song that I been spitting on
And if I ain't spitting, better something that I written on
Can't even say it was a long road getting on
Only took a year and a half and now I'm shitting on

[Hook:]
Get it how I live it, come faster than I could spend it
Money to the ceiling, bitch I'm in the building
I'm a giant in the woods to the minks (tell her)
Money talk so don't say nothing unless you talk business
A 100% (I go), A 100% (I go)
A 100% (I go), A 100% (I go)
A 100% (I go), A 100% (I go)
A 100% (I go), A 100% (I go)
I go

Let me count this money, 1 million, 2 million
Put this up for my new car, save that for my baby mama
And all you bums keep the change

[Chris Brown:]
Yeah, I got them bullet proof ray bans so haters never in my head
Money hungry good for me, yeah I call it week bread
Ladies say I'm long show king yeah that's what she said
Crib like a castle so I'm fucking on that king spread
Haha
Big balling, fuck a loaf, and money turn me on
So I had to fuck it off, skinny ass niggers pockets looking so bulimic
And I'm never spill my drink, you can call me temperpedic
Allergic to the haters, addicted to the money
You watching while I'm laughing cause all of you niggers is funny
And they call me Action Jackson cause every day I'm stunting
And I'm writing hit songs like it's nothing
So nigger you bugging, fronting
What you think this is hoe?
Paparazzi trying to pop me everywhere that Chris go
Never been no sucker no lame mad nigger
And your flow is what a dam then a drain ass nigger

[Hook:]
Get it how I live it, come faster than I could spend it
Money to the ceiling, bitch I'm in the building
I'm a giant in the woods to the minks (tell her)
Money talk so don't say nothing unless you talk business
A 100% (I go), A 100% (I go)
A 100% (I go), A 100% (I go)
A 100% (I go), A 100% (I go)
A 100% (I go), A 100% (I go)
I go

Last Lyrics – Chris Brown

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Hands up in the air
I just want the
I just want the baddest bitch in the world
Right here on my lap

And I'm a hit this drink up like it's my last
I'm a hit this night up like it's my last
I'm a I'm a hit this ass up like it's my last
Swear I'm a, swear I'm a do it like I, like I never had...

Big ass bottles, Big Ice buckets
I work too hard to be ballin' on a budget
Me and my people do it big out in public cause
Cause if you don't do it big bitch, you ain't doing nothing

And I'm a hit this drink up like it's my last
I'm a hit this night up like it's my last
I'm a I'm a hit this ass up like it's my last
Swear I'm a, swear I'm a do it like I, like I never had

Like I never had it at all all all all, all all all all
Like I never had it at all all all all, all all all all

Like I, like I never had it at all all all all, all all all all
Like I never had it at all all all all, all all all all

[Verse: Chris Brown]
Yeah, me and Sean up in VIP
All threse girls surround us
Got a bad bitch, black and Asian yeah she fine as fuck
And she don't need no help, so I design her up
You see couture no more, I Gucci sign her up
My credit card, hold dat! We take the bar with us
You ain't careful, we take your bitch in the car with us
Front of the club, all my cars look like Toys R us

Better hold your girl hand, she looking at Breezy, trust me
And the others want Big Sean don
Got them Balck goons with me, call me Farrakhan
And when you see me, throw that Westside up
Don't get confused I'm from VA but give that Westside love
Them fly dudes, Piru, be like wattup blood
Nipsey Hussle got that muscle, Snoop wattup cause
My nigga Wiz no what it is, he love that Cali bud
Eastside high rise, what!

Like I never had it at all all all all, all all all all
Like I never had it at all all all all, all all all all
Like I never had it at all all all all, all all all all

[Hook]

Sweetheart Lyrics – Chris Brown

Sweetheart,
When the sun lights on your face
Hope that faith can have it sweet today
Sweetheart,
It's like I'm drifting on the start
Know you're in a rush and my love's on the way

And I love that you are everything I want
And if you need anything from me
You can just ask me!
'Cause your touch does something to me, baby
'Cause you're my greatest gift,
I seal it with a kiss

And I just wanna tell you that you are sweetheart, is what you are
I said a sweetheart is what you are (you are wonderful)
Sweetheart is what you are
Sweetheart!
Sweetheart!

If I could take all
The girls around the world
And put 'em in a room
None of them could compare to you.
And I put together all the pieces
The only thing that's missing
Is you, yeah, is you, yeah

And I love that you are everything I want
And if you need anything from me
You can just ask me!
'Cause your touch does something to me, baby
'Cause you're my greatest gift,
I seal it with a kiss

And I just wanna tell you that you are sweetheart, is what you are
I said a sweetheart is what you are (you are wonderful)
Sweetheart is what you are
Sweetheart!
Sweetheart!

Band in your hair,
Scent of your perfume, girl
Nothing compares
To you, to you!
And I'm in paradise
You look so good in my eyes!
And now I have her eyes right in front of me
You not, you not
But you are the real for me
Real love,
Real love
If you really really love somebody
Real love,
Real love,
If you really really love somebody
I said put hands up, for your love
If you really really love somebody
Now I can see that it's more than what you are

Baby, you are sweetheart, is what you are
I said a sweetheart is what you are (you are wonderful)
Sweetheart is what you are
Sweetheart!
Sweetheart!

Band in your hair
Scent of your perfume, girl
Nothing compares
To you, to you!
And I'm in paradise
You look so good in my eyes!
And now I have her eyes right in front of me
You are the real for me

Strip Lyrics – Chris Brown (feat. Kevin McCall)

[Verse 1 - Chris Brown:]
Take it off I wanna love you and everybody wanna touch you
You movin right wanna see what's up under then back it up, beep beep like a trucker.
Nice thighs, nice waist, and you know I can't forget about your face
But don't none of that matter I’m about to make your pockets fatter

[Chorus:]
Girl I just wanna see you strip, right now cause it’s late,babe
Girl I just wanna see you strip, girl take your time with it
Girl I just wanna see you strip God damn you’re sexy (for meeee)
God damn you’re sexy! (babbyyy) God damn you’re sexy!
Girl I just wanna see you...

[Verse 2:]
Got my shades on with my J's on in the club with a pocket full of ones
This girl, booty out of control there she go up and down the pole
Which one I'm take home get my freak on if you ain’t freaking, we ain’t speaking
You think I’m playing, no I’m not let me see you back it up and drop
Yeah, I wanna see your legs in the air baby don’t worry about your hair all those tracks
I don’t give a damn about that in the club they’re playing my song,
Turn it up, play it all night long If you think you can, and you know you can
I'mma give you all this money money money

[Chorus:]
Girl I just wanna see you strip, right now cause it’s late,babe
Girl I just wanna see you strip, girl take your time with it
Girl I just wanna see you strip God damn you’re sexy (for meeee)
God damn you’re sexy! (babbyyy) God damn you’re sexy!
Girl I just wanna see you...

[Verse 3 - K-Mac:]
Pants, shirt, you can take it off, panties, bra, you can take it off
Red bottom heels, you can take ‘em wait, wait, leave ‘em on, cause i like my woman tall!
Got a hot momma, you’re hotter than a sauna I wanna peel them clothes off your body like a banana
The only reason i dress you in that designer is to get you out that dolce and gabbana!
I throw this money up, she watch it all fall, toot that thing up for a boss
Anything you’re wanting baby, you can have it all,
Starting with my last name now they call you Mrs. McCall

[Chorus:]
Girl I just wanna see you strip, right now cause it’s late,babe
Girl I just wanna see you strip, girl take your time with it
Girl I just wanna see you strip God damn you’re sexy (for meeee)
God damn you’re sexy! (babbyyy) God damn you’re sexy!
Girl I just wanna see you...

Yoko Lyrics – Chris Brown (feat. Berner, Wiz Khalifa & Big K.R.I.T.)

[Berner]
Bust a couple bands
Blow a 100 fast
I just made a hundred off of 50 pay
Where them bad Asian bitches holdin down my city at?
Where them girls from the A with that pretty face?
Round thing, yeah I’m on that loud thang
Pop another bottle, shooting corks at the crowd: dang!
Yeah, I’m a stunna, nah, I ain’t Baby tho
Young dude with the lazy flow
Watch all these ladies go
Crazy when I pull up right beside em
I do a buck 30, I’m just into flying
I smell like dirty money, plus this cookie that I’m lighting
Bucket’s full of ice and bottles on fire inside em

[Hook]
Call em Yoko Ono
Only ride solo
Mission for the dolo
One look in her eyes, she’ll eat you alive
She’s a man eater, ski mask diva
She might up ‘n leave you, but you can never leave her
You ain’t never had someone, you can never keep her
Tricking on the next man, he can’t have her either..
I Call her Yoko Ono

[Chris Brown]
Look, got a boatload of them Asian hoes
On vacation steady bakin with Jamaican hoes
I got cash boy, I don’t care what you makin ho
50 thousand on my wrist: I’m feedin eskimos
Damn! Put VA on this shit
Buy 100 fuckin bottles, let em spray in this bitch
My money flow real long, I do relays in this bitch
And you know I kill songs, it’s Burner, CB & Wiz
Alrighty now, ha, look at me, rose, I’m on nigga
15 grand on a what, That’s just my phone, nigga
Northern California, where blunts look like cones, nigga
Two up, two down, make that switch, yeah

[Hook]
Call em Yoko Ono
Only ride solo
Mission for the dolo
One look in her eyes, she’ll eat you alive
She’s a man eater, ski mask diva
She might leave you, but you can never leave her
You ain’t never had someone, you can never keep her
Tricking on the next man, he can’t have her either..
Call her Yoko Ono

[Wiz Khalifa]
Shades on, Polo white T
Me leaving here alone? That’s unlikely
Not a stoner bitch, but she like me
Tryna get that final cut like Spike Lee
I jack them hoes, direct them hoes
Take ‘em home and let them hoes go live out their fantasies
They’re popping pills, I’m rolling weed
Even got a couple bad bitches overseas
Out the back, as ain’t no tags when I’m shopping
And my bad filled with options so don’t ask what it cost
I’m in a Maserati coupe going so fast that I lost ‘em
And my bitch got so much swag that these bad bitches on us
Ah! Killing y’all, pow! (dag) get a a coffin

"F.A.M.E." (2011)



Deuces Lyrics – Chris Brown (with Tyga) (feat. Kevin McCall)

[Verse: Chris Brown]
All that bullshit's for the birds
You ain't nothin but a vulture
Always hopin for the worst
Waiting for me to fuck up
You'll regret the day when I find another girl, yeah
That knows just what I need, she knows just what I mean
When I tell her keep it drama free

Ohohohohohohohoh... [x2]
I told you that I'm leaving (deuces)

I know you mad but so what?
I wish you best of luck
And now I'm bout to throw them deuces up

[Chorus:]
I'm on some new shit
I'm chuckin my deuces up to her
I'm moving on to something better, better, better
No more tryin to make it work
You made me wanna say bye bye, say bye bye, say bye bye to her [x2]

[Verse: Tyga]
Uh, Use to be valentines
Together all the time
Thought it was true love, but you know women lie
It's like I sent my love with a text two times
Call cause I care but I ain't get no reply
Tryna see eye to eye but it's like we both blind
Fuck it let's hit the club, I rarely sip but pour me some
Cause when it's all said and done,
I ain't gon be the one that she can always run to
I hate liars, fuck love I'm tired of trying
My heart big but it beat quiet
I don't never feel like we vibin
Cause every time we alone it's a awkward silence
So leave your keys on the kitchen counter
And gimme back that ruby ring with the big diamond
Shit is over, whatchu trippin for?
I don't wanna have to let you go
But baby I think it's better if I let you know

[Chorus:]
I'm on some new shit
I'm chuckin my deuces up to her
I'm moving on to something better, better, better
No more tryin to make it work
You made me wanna say bye bye, say bye bye, say bye bye to her [x2]

[Verse: K Mc]
Look, my shawty always on some bullshit like Chicago
So I flip that middle finger and the index finger follow
Deuces, we ain't got no future in tomorrow
I'm a dick, so it shouldn't be that hard to swallow
The other chick I'm with never complain
She make wanna leave the one I'm with Usher Raymond
Probably didn't register, don't trip, later on it will
Shorty full of drama like gangsta grizzles
I finally noticed it, it finally hit me
Like Tina did Ike in the limo, it finally hit me
I got a new chick, and she ain't you
She Paula Patton thick, She give me deja-vu
And all dat attitude i don't care about it
But all dat shit i do for her you gonna hear about it
Breezy rep two up two down
But i'm jus putting two up chucking up the deuce now

[Chorus:]
I'm on some new shit
I'm chuckin my deuces up to her
I'm moving on to something better, better, better
No more tryin to make it work
You made me wanna say bye bye, say bye bye, say bye bye to her [x2]

Up To You Lyrics – Chris Brown

[Verse 1]
What the hell babe,
Damn I ain't never felt this way
Somebody, somebody, tell me
I don't have a clue what to do
When it comes to you
Baby, you're so beautiful
Every time I see you girl, it throw me off
It's so unusual
For me to be waiting
But I don't want to blow it girl,
But you should know this girl

[Chorus]
I'm not gonna be the one to mess this up
Cause I done effed up in love before,
I'ma be the one to take a back seat girl
We can take our time and
you can run this, Stay in, go out,
Anything you want girl, we can do
Girl are we going down, I don't know,
But from here now baby I'm gone leave that up to you,
I'ma leave it up to you

[Verse 2]
What the hell babe
make me wanna jump out an airplane
The way it feels, I just can't explain
I don't wanna lose it, so I'm just gone stay out my own way
Baby, you're so incredible (you're so beautiful),
every time I see you girl, it throw me off
It's some kind of special (unusual)
So I'm gone keep waiting
But I don't wanna blow it girl,
But you should know this girl...

[Chorus]
I'm not gonna be the one to mess this up
Cause I done effed up in love before,
I'ma be the one to take a back seat girl
We can take our time and
you can run this, Stay in, go out,
Anything you want girl, we can do
Girl are we going down, I don't know,
But from here now baby I'm gone leave that up to you,

[Breakdown]
I'm not tryna be a heart breaker, like I was before
(that was the old me)
I've made so many tears, I don't wanna make no, make no more
so give me your list, yes I'm checking things off
ready to go to work, baby you can be boss
and I'm okay with it, ain't gone play with it
so baby girl, it's your call

[Chorus]
I'm not gonna be the one to mess this up
Cause I done effed up in love before,
I'ma be the one to take a back seat girl
We can take our time and
you can run this, Stay in, go out,
Anything you want girl, we can do
Girl are we going down, I don't know,
But from here now baby I'm gone leave that up to you,
leave that up to you

No Bullshit Lyrics – Chris Brown

[Verse 1:]
3 in the mornin, you know I'm horny
So why don't you come over my place, and put a smile on my face
Leavin the club, shawty hurry up
So we can get this party started, and take off our clothes now
You already know what time it is, reach up in that dresser where them condoms is
And baby when I get it, I'll never let go
Gonna take it slow

[Pre-Chorus:]
We ain't gon stop til 9 a.m, if you can't take it all baby say when
Make you cum over and over again, and I'm a leave it in

[Chorus:]
When we do it, all night
We can do it, all night
Girl I'm a give it to you, all night
So fly girl
Don't you be on that bullshit (yeah yeah), all night [x3]
So fly girl

[Verse 2:]
Now there's one of two things that can happen at this time of the hour, so baby after we get out of the shower
You can race me to the bed, turn off all the lights and light some candles instead
Woah yeah
I can hear your body callin baby
Ohh yeah
We gon get freaky, you know darlin
You know what time it is, get it in I'm a do it all

[Pre-Chorus:]
We ain't gon stop til 9 a.m, if you can't take it all baby say when
Make you cum over and over again, and I'm a leave it in

[Chorus:]
When we do it, all night
We can do it, all night
Girl I'm a give it to you, all night
So fly girl
Don't you be on that bullshit (yeah yeah), all night [x3]
So fly girl

We can do it all, all night girl [x3]
We can do it all, all night baby all night yeah
All night, we can do it
All night, girl I'm a give it to you
All night, so fly girl (girl act like you know me)
Don't you be on that bullshit (yeah yeah), all night [x3]
So fly girl

Don't you be on that bullshit (yeah yeah) [x3]
Hey hey
When you leavin the club, I just want you to come over girl
Ohh nananaa, naanananaa

Look At Me Now Lyrics – Chris Brown (feat. Lil Wayne, Busta Rhymes)

[Intro: Chris Brown]
I don't see how you can hate from outside of the club
You can't even get in
Hahaha, leggo

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Yellow model chick
Yellow bottle sipping
Yellow Lamborghini
Yellow top missing
Yeah, yeah
That shit look like a toupee
I get what you get in 10 years, in two days
Ladies love me, I'm on my Cool J
If you get what I get, what would you say?
She wax it all off, Mr.Miyagi
And them suicide doors, Hari Kari

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Look at me now, look at me now
Oh, I'm getting paper
Look at me now
Oh, look at me now
Yeah, fresher than a motherfucker

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Lil nigga bigger than gorilla
'Cause I'm killing every nigga that try to be on my shit
Better cuff your chick if you with her, I can get her
And she accidentally slip and fall on my dick
Oops I said on my dick
I ain't really mean to say on my dick
But since we talking about my dick
All of you haters say hi to it
I'm done

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
Ayo Breezy
Let me show you how to keep the dice rolling
When you're doing that thing over there homie
Let's go!
'Cause I'm feeling like I'm running
And I'm feeling like I gotta get away, get away, get away
Better know that I don't and I won't ever stop
'Cause you know I gotta win everyday day, day
See they don't really wanna pop me
Just know that you never flop me
And I know that I can be a little cocky
You ain't never gonna stop me
Every time I come a nigga gotta set it, then I gotta go, and then I gotta get it
Then I gotta blow, and then I gotta shudder that any little thing that nigga think he be doing
'Cause it doesn't matter, 'cause I'm gonna dadadada
Then I'm gonna murder every thing and anything a badaboom a badabing
I gotta do a lot of things, to make it clearer to a couple niggas
That I'm always winning and I gotta get it again, and again, and again
And I be doing it to death and now I move a little foul
A nigga better call a ref, and everybody knows my style
And niggas know I'm the the best when it come to doing this
And I be banging on my chest, and I bang in the east, and I'm banging in the west
And I come to give you more and I will never give you less
You will hear it in the street or you can read it in the press
Do you really wanna know what's next? Let's go
See the way we on and we all up in the race and you know
We gotta go, don't try to keep up with the pace
We struggling and hustling and sending it and getting it
And always gotta do it take it to another place
Gotta taste it and I gotta grab it
And I gotta cut all through his traffic
Just to be at the top of the throne
Better know I gotta have it, have it

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Look at me now, look at me now
Oh, I'm getting paper
Look at me now
Oh, look at me now
Yeah, fresher than a motherfucker

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
Man fuck these bitch ass niggas, how y'all doin'?
I'm Lil Tunechi, I'm a nuisance, I go stupid, I go dumb like the 3 stooges
I don't eat sushi, I'm the shit, no I'm pollution, no substitution
Got a bitch that play in movies in my Jacuzzi, pussy juicy
I never gave a fuck about a hater, got money on my radar
Dress like a skater, got a big house, came with an elevator
You niggas ain't eatin', fuck it, tell a waiter
Marley said, "Shoot 'em", and I said, "Okay"
If you wanted bullshit then I'm like olay
I don't care what you say, so don't even speak
Your girlfriend a freak like Cirque Du Soleil
That's word to my flag, and my flag red
I'm out of my head, bitch I'm outta my mind, from the bottom I climb
You ain't hotter than mine, nope, not on my time and I'm not even trying
What's poppin' Slime? Nothin' five, and if they trippin' fuck 'em five
I ain't got no time to shuck and jive, these niggas as sweet as pumpkin pie
Ciroc and sprite on a private flight,
Bitch I've been tight since "Guiding light",
And my pockets right, and my diamonds white
And my momma's nice and my daddy's dead
You faggots scared 'cause I'm too wild, been here for a while
I was like fuck trial I puts it down
I'm so Young Money, if you got eyes look at me now, bitch

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Look at me now, look at me now
Oh, I'm getting paper
Look at me now
Oh, look at me now
Yeah, I'm fresher than a motherfucker

[Outro: Chris Brown]
Okay, okay
Is that right?
I'm fresher than a motherfucker

She Ain't You Lyrics – Chris Brown

[Verse:]
You make It hard for me to see somebody else
I'm calling her your name
Yea its messed up, cause I'm thinkin 'bout you
It's your fault babe
I never wanted us to break up
No not this way
But you don't understand it girl
When she touches me, I'm wishing that they were your hands
And when I'm with her its only 'bout the sex
With you I had a bad romance
And if I could, just trade her in I would
Cause nobody compares to ya

[Chorus:]
I think I better let her go
Cause I can't leave you alone
Every day that I'm with her, all I want is you
I wanna leave but I'm afraid
That you don't even feel the same
And now I realize that she ain't you
Oh (no she ain't you)
Whoa oh oh (Na na na)
Whoa oh oh (Na na na)
She ain't, no she ain't you

[Verse:]
I've been sleeping out
For quite some nights now
It's not the same in my bed
But if she found out what's going on in my head
It'll be all bad, have me right back
But you don't understand it girl
When she touches me, I'm wishing that they were your hands
And when I'm with her its only 'bout the sex
With you I had a bad romance
And if I could, just trade her in I would
Cause nobody compares to ya

[Chorus:]
I think I better let her go
Cause I can't leave you alone
Every day that I'm with her, all I want is you
I wanna leave but I'm afraid
That you don't even feel the same
And now I realize that she ain't you
No she a-ain't she ain't you [x8]

I think I better let her go
Cause I can't leave you alone
Every day that I'm with her, all I want is you
I wanna leave but I'm afraid
That you don't even feel the same
And now I realize that she ain't you
Oh (no she ain't you)
Whoa oh oh (Na na na)
Whoa oh oh (Na na na)
She ain't, no she ain't you

Say It With Me Lyrics – Chris Brown

[Verse 1:]
Aye baby
I don't like the way you got me feelin' lately, oh
They say baby
I'm feelin' like you found someone to replace me, oh
Do you remember,
You used to say that you would never walk away
'Cause I remember the time and the place
Like it was just yesterday
Baby had me (gone, gone, gone)
But you won't have me (I'm gone, gone, gone)
Say no more 'cause I know what you came for
Just wanna play them games, girl

[Chorus:]
It's so hard, (it's so hard, baby)
To be let down (to be let down, baby)
Tell me you won't do this to me (nah, nah, nah)
We've come too far (we've come too far, baby)
To give up now (to give up now, baby)
Girl that's just the way it should be
Say it with me, babe
Say it with me
Say it with me, babe
Say it with me
Say it with me, babe
Say it with me
Say it with me, babe
Say it with me

[Verse 2:]
Hey baby
Yeah you're crazy
But you ain't that crazy about me
Cause you think that you can get whatever you want
So you lie and you try to play me
Say lady, you're cold,
You're poison to me
And I know
Do you remember, you used to say that you would never walk away
Cause I remember the time and the place
Like it was just yesterday
Baby had me (gone, gone, gone)
But you won't have me (I'm gone, gon, e gone)
Say no more cause I know what you came for
Just wanna play them games, girl

[Chorus:]
It's so hard, (it's so hard, baby)
To be let down (to be let down, baby)
Tell me you won't do this to me (nah, nah, nah)
We've come too far (we've come too far, baby)
To give up now (to give up now, baby)
Girl that's just the way it should be
Say it with me, babe (hey baby)
Say it with me (please don't take my love away)
Say it with me, babe (tell the DJ keep this party goin')
Say it with me (hooray, hooray)
Say it with me, babe (hey baby)
Say it with me (please don't take my love away)
Say it with me, baby (tell the DJ keep this party rockin', hooray, hooray)

Hey baby please don't take my love away
Tell the Dj keep this party goin'
Hooray, Hooray
Hey baby please don't take my love away
Tell the Dj keep this party rockin'
Hooray, hooray

Yeah 3x Lyrics – Chris Brown

Move your body out on the floor
Put your troubles aside, start livin'
Anybody can let go
Throw away all your problems, 'cause right now it's party time
Girl don't feel outta place
'Cause I, I'm in love with this feelin' now, now ah
Hope that this will last a while, we should make it last a while

You like to drink? Yeah
So do we, yeah
Get more bottles, yeah,
bring 'em to me, yeah
Hold your glasses up, people everywhere
Now everybody put your hands in the air

Yeah, yeah, yeah, girl I wanna, yeah, yeah, yeah
I wanna see you tonight, oh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, girl I gotta, yeah, yeah, yeah
I wanna see you tonight

Oh, oh, yeah, oh
Let me see your hands
Oh, oh, dance, oh
Tonight is the night

Up in the moment, can't believe you're so beautiful
Feels like I'm in a dream
Baby we're going somewhere you've never been before
So take my hand and come with me
Girl, don't feel outta place
'Cause I, I'm in love with this feelin' now, now ah
Hope that this will last a while, we should make it last a while

You like to drink? Yeah
So do we, yeah
Get more bottles, yeah,
bring 'em to me, yeah
Hold your glasses up, people everywhere
Now everybody put your hands in the air

Yeah, yeah, yeah, girl I wanna, yeah, yeah, yeah,
I wanna see you tonight, oh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, girl I gotta, yeah, yeah, yeah
I gotta see you tonight

Oh, oh, yeah, oh
Let me see your hands
Oh, oh, dance, oh
Tonight, tonight is the night

All the pretty young things at the party, let me see your hands up
And if they mad and they don't wanna party, tell them shut the fuck up
So DJ turn it loud, then watch me turn it up
Don't worry about it, we here to party so jump, jump, jump, jump

Girl I wanna, I wanna see ya tonight
Yeah, girl I gotta I gotta I gotta
I gotta see ya tonight

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Tonight is the night

Next 2 You Lyrics – Chris Brown (feat. Justin Bieber)

[Chris Brown]
You’ve got that smile,
That only heaven can make.
I pray to God everyday,
That you keep that smile.

[Justin Bieber]
Yeah, you are my dream,
There’s not a thing I won’t do.
I'd give my life up for you,
'Cause you are my dream.

[Bridge]
And baby, everything that I have is yours,
You will never go cold or hungry.
I’ll be there when you’re insecure,
Let you know that you’re always lovely.
Girl, 'cause you are the only thing that I got right now.

[Chorus]
One day when the sky is falling,
I’ll be standing right next to you,
Right next to you.
Nothing will ever come between us,
'Cause I’ll be standing right next to you,
Right next to you.

[Chris Brown]
If you had my child [JB:] little lady
You would make my life complete [JB:] little lady
Just to have your eyes on a little me.
[Justin Bieber]
That’d be mine forever.

[Bridge]
And baby, everything that I have is yours
You will never go cold or hungry
I’ll be there when you’re insecure
Let you know that you’re always lovely
Girl, 'cause you are the only thing that I got right now

[Chorus]
One day when the sky is falling,
I’ll be standing right next to you,
Right next to you.
Nothing will ever come between us,
I’ll be standing right next to you,
Right next to you.

[Bridge]
We’re made for one another
Me and you
And I have no fear
I know we’ll make it through

One day when the sky is falling
I’ll be standing right next to you
Ohh ohh ohh ohhhhh

[Chorus]
One day when the sky is falling,
I’ll be standing right next to you,
Right next to you.
Nothing will ever come between us,
I’ll be standing right next to you,
Right next to you.

Oh nah nah
Oh yeah
Stand by my side
When the sky falls
Oh baby
I’ll be there
I’ll be there

You’ve got that smile,
That only heaven can make.
I pray to God everyday,
To keep you forever.

All Back Lyrics – Chris Brown

If I had the moment
I'd capture that moment
You would be right here next to me
If I had the secret,
The secret to your love
I would place the treasure beneath my heart
Lock it all up,
And throw away the key
I would never give it up
Cause I was just a fool,
A fool for you
When I loved you so childishly

And I want it all back
I want it all, I want it all,
I want it all back
I want it all back,
I want it all, I want it all
Girl I want it all
You never miss a good thing 'til it's gone,
I want it all, now I want it all (back)

If there is a green light
And it starts to turn yellow
Pedal to the floor,
Cause I know your heart is turning red,
If I had the minutes, I would turn 'em into hours
And make love to your mind not your body instead
I was just a fool, a fool for you
That didn’t know what I had until I lost you
Every single moment
That you’re not here
It's evident to me that everything just seems so clear

And I want it all back
I want it all, I want it all, I want it all back
I want it all back, I want it all, I want it all
Girl I want it all
You never miss a good thing 'til it's gone,
I want it all, now I want it all.

Now everything isn’t everything
If everything, everything isn’t with you
And I want it all back
I want it all, I want it all, I want it all back
I want it all back, I want it all, I want it all
Girl I want it all
You never miss a good thing 'til it's gone,
I want it all, now I want it all.
Now I want it all back
Now I want it all back
Now I want it all back

Wet The Bed Lyrics – Chris Brown (feat. Ludacris)

[Ludacris]
Hear the sound of your body drip, drip, drip
As I kiss both sets of lips, lips, lips
Hear the sound of your body drip, drip, drip
As I kiss both sets of lips, lips, lips

[Chris Brown]
I ain't afraid to drown, if that means I’m deep up in your ocean, yeah
Girl I’ll drink you down, sipping on your body all night
I just wanna take your legs an’ wrap them round
Girl you cummin’ right now
My head to your chest feeling your heartbeat, girl
Swimming all in your sea
And you sweatin’ all over me
Girl, lean forward, don’t you run, girl
I don’t want to be a minute man
Baby you're just like a storm
Rainin’ on me girl, you're soakin’ wet

ooooo, whoaaaaaaa

[Chorus]
I’ma kiss you right, yea, yeah
I’m gon lick all night, yea, yeah
Girl, when I’m inside yea, yeah
Yeah girl, you heard what I said
I’m gonna make you wet the bed
Yea yeah
Girl I’m gonna make you wet the bed
Yea yeah
I’m gonna make you wet the bed
I’mma put your legs behind your head
I’m gonna make you wet the bed

[Chris Brown]
You don’t know what you in for
Bout to get into your mental, huh
Bend you back like its limbo
I’m gon make you feel like a Nympho
Tonight (ooooh) you're mine, baby girl, uhhhh

Anytime you want it
I’m ready and willin’ gotta give it
I start to lick on your body
You go to trembling
Move around girl, let me get it from the side
And can I visit all those spots you like
Your neck, your back, your sexy lips
booty and thighs

I don't want to be a minute man
Baby you're just like a storm
Rainin’ on me girl, you're soakin’ wet
yea, yeah

[Chorus]
I’ma kiss you right, yea, yeah
I’m gon lick all night, yea, yeah
Girl, when I’m inside yea, yeah
Yeah girl, you heard what I said
I’m gonna make you wet the bed
Yea yeah
Girl I’m gonna make you wet the bed
Yea yeah
I’m gonna make you wet the bed
I’mma put your legs behind your head
I’m gonna make you wet the bed

[Ludacris]
I’ma make your body wetter than ever
We’ll get together you could tell as soon as I approach her
When you feelin’ uptight get it right
Don’t fight, lightin up like Sammy Sosa
Women call me the super soaker
And I’ma soak your bed to death
(don’t stop, huh, huh)
How long can you hold you breath, uhh
A-a-asthma attackin’
Waking up, wondering what happened
Makin’ me hot like Toni Braxton
You can’t deny you wanna break my back in, two
What you wanna do, look at you with your birthday suit, suit, suit, suit
The forecast said it’s cloudy tonight
And I’ma have your body like bloo, bloo, bloo, bloo

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
Hear the sound of your body drip, drip, drip
As I kiss both sets of lips, lips, lips
Hear the sound of your body drip, drip, drip
As I kiss both sets of lips, lips, lips

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