500 Wayz lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Young Blacc & Young Lo)

 Niggas wanna bang in the squad, don't wanna put the work in

Say you want my money, scared of fame, better murder then

See the chopper, bullets too big, you can see the doctor surgery

Mask, can't identify the burglars

But we know you givin' up the confidential information

Say you got the cheese, you a rat, that's a perfect fit

Niggas wanna hate on a slick money makin' mitch

Love takin' pussy niggas hoes and give 'em the D

OHB, it ain't nothin' for me to buy a bitch

Real paper, I ain't never gotta lie to bitches

Evil niggas with them killers, know my ma religious

All my bitches lickin' pussy with good intentions

Roll the dice, yeah, a three, they my fuckin' triplets

I ain't fuckin' with them lame hoes, that look suspicious

But I'm fuckin' with the main ho that look delicious (Yeah!)

Licky, licky, sticky, sticky, give that bitch the business


Rollin' up the bud, yeah, that bitch a dub

Yeah, we know the plug, smokin' all the drugs, 'bout to buy the club (Yeah!)

Killin' all the pussy, nigga, get your bodies up (Yeow!)

All this ice up on my body, we the Mighty Ducks

Who got the bud? Who givin' it up?

Got them shooters in the cut, say the word, we fuck the party up

Throw that money up, yeah, that bitch a dub

Fuckin' with the plug, goin' up, we gon' fuck the party up


I'm turned up and they know that, poked up like Funk Flex

45 in that 12 back and I'm posted up in that four hat

See this nigga, this gold rap, kill a nigga then go rap

Talkin' 'bout that Draco, one phone call, that's a snatch (Yeah)

Give it to a nigga if you really want it

Bitched poppin' hella pills, hit me in the mornin'

Ha, a nigga lyin' 'bout themselves

I'm talkin' 'bout niggas who killin', dyin' by themselves

You say we from the same hood, where I see you at? (Where you at?)

And I ain't never seen movin' in a hoover hat

Ha, switchin' sides, just confused 'cause you famous

We all OG nigga, tell me what his name is

Get your weight up lil' nigga, I'm pushin' four place

It's still puttin' big drugs on the interstate

No name, that's knock out, pea brains wanna Glock out

Niggas need to pass the light niggas, this my house


Rollin' up the bud, yeah, that bitch a dub

Yeah, we know the plug, smokin' all the drugs, 'bout to buy the club (Yeah!)

Killin' all the pussy, nigga, get your bodies up (Yeow!)

All this ice up on my body, we the Mighty Ducks

Who got the bud? Who givin' it up?

Got them shooters in the cut, say the word, we fuck the party up

Throw that money up, yeah, that bitch a dub

Fuckin' with the plug, goin' up, we gon' fuck the party up


Yeah, my whole team supreme, grew up in the crack '80s

Still got the plug on it, get your 4 in the baby

Out the mud, bustin' drugs with my nigga Hoody Baby

Drop the ice in the pot, now it's back to back Mercedes

See I'm all about the check, still reppin' Tex

Still rep the set, mile high, smoke Luigi on the jet

50 in these Balmains, this a youngin' from the lanes

Yeah, I'm geeked up, mixin' up the Mollies with the Xans

And I'm stingy with the Act', keep the red from my bitches

We gon' pop a half a Perc', I'm on that, even on a Skittle

And the tongue gon' work, play that pussy like a fiddle

Bet you I can make you squirt, have your face all in the pillow


Rollin' up the bud, yeah, that bitch a dub

Yeah, we know the plug, smokin' all the drugs, 'bout to buy the club (Yeah!)

Killin' all the pussy, nigga, get your bodies up (Yeow!)

All this ice up on my body, we the Mighty Ducks

Who got the bud? Who givin' it up?

Got them shooters in the cut, say the word, we fuck the party up

Throw that money up, yeah, that bitch a dub

Fuckin' with the plug, goin' up, we gon' fuck the party up

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