Who Dis lyrics - Chris Brown

 True story (Woo)


Attention, my baby's comin' over

I'ma need everyone to go

Take what you need and get to steppin'

No, you don't need to wait up

Traffic, I hear it's kinda crazy

More time for me to clean up

She might think there is something shady

Really, seriously, you need to hurry up

If you only knew about the way she drive

You would understand, I ain't fucking around

If she come through the front door, you gotta hide

Gotta hide, she be like


Who this bitch all up in my house?

Why she hiding behind the couch?

Ho don't know me, no, you don't know me

No, don't get up, fuck around and I'ma lay you out (Hey, hey, hey, hey)

She like, who this bitch all up in my house? (Yeah)

Why she hiding behind the couch? (Yeah)

Ho don't know me, no, you don't know me

No, don't get up, fuck around and I'ma lay you out (Out)

Who this? Who this is?

Who this? (Ah, ah) Who this is?

Who this? Who this is, yeah?

Who this? (Ah, ah) Who this is, yeah?


Jump, jump, jump out the way (Ayy)

Jump, jump out the place (Ayy)

If she pull a blade and point it at me

I might catch a case (Ayy)

Baby, I know I was wrong

That's the whole reason I'm singing this song (Ayy)

Can we all get along, get along, get along?

I know you trippin' and pointin' them fingers

What if I told you that this was my sister (Woo, damn)

Trapped in the closet? (Ayy) but it ain't

Lying trying to stall her so that she can get away

What she say?


Who this bitch all up in my house? (Who that bitch?)

Why she hiding behind the couch? (Please don't hurt her now)

Ho don't know me, no, you don't know me (Know me)

No, don't get up (Hey), fuck around (Hey) and I'ma lay you out (Hey, hey, hey, hey)

Who this, who this, who this is?

She like, who this bitch all up in my house? (Yeah)

Why she hiding behind the couch? (Yeah, oh, no, no, no)

Ho don't know me, no, you don't know me

No, don't get up (Hey), fuck around and I'ma lay you out (Out)

She like, who this? What's that bitch name?

Who this is? What's her name?

Who this? What's that bitch name?

Who this is? What's her name?

Who this? What's that bitch name?

Who this is? Yeah, tell me her name

Who this? What's that bitch name?

Who this? What's that bitch name? (Ow!)


Not the regular predicament

Can't even play like I'm innocent

Every night I fuck a different bitch

I'm the man, you the woman, it's different

You fuckin' niggas for fame (Wow)

Bitches heartin' on my Instagram

I see that look on her face

Know she gon' fuck her up, I'ma just pop a Xan'

I'm under pressure

Came into here, she gon' leave in a stretcher

I shouldn't have let her

I shoulda known better, she gon' teach me a lesson

She a lethal weapon with the .45 with the compressor

Don't pull it, don't pull it, don't pull it

Blood all over the wall and dresser

And if I have the chance would I save her life?

If I never cheated, she wouldn't have died

No, I don't see no soul, only hear her cry

Literally thinking that I'm dead wrong

What she say?


Who this bitch all up in my house? (Ooh, who is? Yeah)

Why she hiding behind the couch? (Couch)

Ho don't know me, no, you don't know me (Don't know me, oh)

No, don't get up, fuck around and I'ma lay you out (Hey, hey, hey, hey)

She like who's this bitch all up in my house?

What's her name? What's her name? (Yeah) Ooh

Why she hiding behind the couch? (Was gonna fuck her 'fore you came, ha)

Ho don't know me, no, you don't know me

No, don't get up, fuck around and I'ma lay you out (Lay you out, bow!)

She like, who this? Who this is?

Then she said, who this? (Ah, ah, ha) Who this is?

Them she said, who this? Who this is, yeah? (Yeah)

Who this? (Ah, ah, ha) Who this is, yeah? (Hey!)

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