I'm On It Lyrics – Chris Brown (with Chris Brown) (feat. Lil Wayne)

[Tyga]
I'm on it, I'm on it
I'm on it, I'm on it
If we talkin' bout money bitch

[Tyga - Verse 1]
Snap back chiller
gold chain nigga
snaps no tigger, tyga bitches
hundred proof liquor
live no liver
theres hoes on this muthafucking strip, stripping
a nigga no different
so we hold the heat though
smash on the bitch brains looking like meatloaf
the hoe know me close she lying, Leo's
pedigree and swag is so cold, zero
hop in Medino, oops I meant Medina,
life is a bitch better know how to treat her
I don't get in between, my goal be to win
young money heisman rookies of the year

[Chorus]

[Tyga - Verse 2]
Raise hell boy hell yeah I'm hot hello
boy yellow, but my bitch back from the ghetto
with the flow watch it pop, sizzle
you feeling me, better break fast mc griddles
I ain't finna slow down, keep running your mouth
I'm running the real estate, party in the fucking house
my niggas is loud in the lobby they can't turn us down
Have have a drink drink drink, some Coke and a smile
I run town all day 24 miles
150 on the dash can't even count
keep fucking bitch, ain't shit to talk about

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
Be-best Rapper C.E.O.
Fine as wine flow
Pinot Grigio
Niggas cant fuck with me
Leave the bitches, need the hoes
Life is a motherfucker gamble, Peter Rose
Momma taught me well, Kush and the L
Paper everywhere like books just fell
More money to make, More pussy to smell
Like yea imma Libra like put that on a scale
New Orleans nigga with my dick up in my right hand
Young Money nigga money longer then a lifespan
Still go to sleep with my Bible on my nightstand
Flyer then a bitch and you ain't even got cha flight plan

I’m on it..I’m on it..Tuneche!..yea..SooWoo...Soo Woo Trill
hahahaha,
yeaaa
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Movin 2 Fast Lyrics – Chris Brown (with Tyga)

Uh, Sneak peek through the window pane.
Girls all aboard, this Young Money train.
Ever since fame,
Shit'll never be the same.
The world want a show,
So I'm a be the stage.
Dim the lights,
Listen to what I'm gone say.
Gotta fan base nigga,
Fuck what a hater say.
They sleep all day,
I'm up early doe.
Scrollin through the phone,
I'm watchin videos.
Not much competition doe.
I mean of course, it's just the same ol'
Bitches in plain clothes,
Playing the same roles.
Rentals of Lambos.
Bend over bitch
Getting one.
You know how game goes.
Shame on all these models.
But I'm a still buy all these bottles.
Got a lot to learn young man.
Life is your only friend.
One day you'll understand.
If I ever get the chance to say 'Hi',
Prolly wave good-bye at the same time
SaidI'm moving too fast,
They say I'm moving too fast.
Couple good drinks Patron with the ice
Come to my suite,
Baby you could spend the night.
Say you moving too fast.
Said I'm moving too fast.
Y'all be gossiping more than the barber shop.
Walked up in the shop,
Everybody looking shocked.
Why all the talking stopped?
Maybe, cause I was the one being talked about.
Looking at your face,
I can tell you don't know what this money 'bout.
Four accounts, can't bounce
Nigga, check the amount.
I took a pill getting drowsy now.
Gotta finish this verse, can't write it down.
Early flight, now I'm out of town.
Freaking out, all I see is clouds.
Hawaii looking nice man.
Why every time I leave L.A. it's an earthquake?
Why every time I leave home, bitches thirsty?
Saying she be with a nigga all night.
Telling her friends that "I'm the only girl that he like".
You gotta lot to learn young man.
To all your loyal fans, I hope they understand.
If I ever get the chance to say 'Hi',
Prolly wave good-bye at the same time
Say I'm moving too fast,
They say I'm moving too fast.
Couple good drinks Patron with the ice
Come to my suite,
Baby you could spend the night.
Say you moving too fast.
Said I'm moving too fast.
If I ever get the chance to say 'Hi',
Prolly wave good-bye at the same time
Say I'm moving too fast,
They say I'm moving too fast.
Couple good drinks Patron with the ice
Come to my suite,
Baby you could spend the night.
Say you moving too fast.
Said I'm moving too fast.
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Regular Girl Lyrics – Chris Brown (with Tyga)

[Verse: Tyga]
Picture Life In The Movie Frame
Smiles In Your Face But Every Body Fake
Tryna Claim A Role, Acting On The Stage
The World Wanna Show And We All The Play
Just To Say, Why Didn't You Want Me Yesterday
I Blacked Out, Got Some Change, Now They Feeling Me
Couple Chains, Gold Chains On, Mr Tee
They See Me Low Key So Nigga Don't Bother Me
I Wanna Relax With Some Time, All Just For Me
Cause Lately I Been Meeting Girls, Chasing Me
Wanted The Spotlight, Damn, She Spotted Me
Dang You Bad Baby, Let Me Tell You One Thing

[Chris Brown & Tyga:]
You Got It (I Like How You flaunt it)
And I Need It (I Really, Really Want It)
Can I Get (Oh)
Your Love?
Girl I'm On It (I'm Really, Really On It)
Til Morning (I Be Up In the Morning)
What I Gotta Do To Meet You (I Just Want This)

[Chorus:]
I Want A Regular Girl
Want A Regular Girl [x2]

I Want A Regular Girl
Want A Regular Girl [x2]

I Want A Regular Girl
Want A Regular Girl [x2]

I Want A Regular Girl, When I Get Home Yeaa

[Verse: Chris Brown]
The Fame Don't Mean Nothing, Neither Does The Money
I Just Want My Friend Right Here With Me
The Light Will Fade Away, No Matter How Hard I Grind
Today Ain't The Day, So I'm Just Gonna Live My Life
All Day Long, Same Shit Different Video
All Them Silly Games, I Don't Wanna Play No More

[Chris Brown & Tyga:]
You Got It (I Like How You flaunt it)
And I Need It (I Really, Really Want It)
Can I Get (Oh)
Your Love?
Girl I'm On It (I'm Really, Really On It)
Til Morning (I Be Up In the Morning)
What I Gotta Do To Meet You (I Just Want This)

[Chorus:]
I Want A Regular Girl
Want A Regular Girl [x2]

I Want A Regular Girl
Want A Regular Girl [x2]

I Want A Regular Girl
Want A Regular Girl [x2]

I Want A Regular Girl, When I Get Home Yeaa
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Outro Talking Lyrics – Chris Brown (with Tyga)

Yo all of the fans fan of the fan that stricly means we are the fans of you guys so we want ya'll 2 know that we love ya'll & thank ya'll 4 all the support & we gone be rockin man check out tyga projects coming out my project we gon get it poppin 4 da streets like I always say & hum my number ones the ladies thank ya'll 4 supported 2 because without ya'll we nothing yeah b4 we go we gotta do this aww that's it you can cut that motherfucker
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G Shit Lyrics – Chris Brown (with Tyga)

[Tyga:]
Haha you know alot of girls say alot of things to me saying they this and that but I ain't listening cause I'm on sum g shit young money

Uh I'm in this bitch till my eyes white they say I'm all hype miss me if you blink twice if your head pussy right I'm a fuck you all night the rockstar young beetle tell em good night kiss dada... ice water cash make my dick larger I sex harder make you sweat sauna haha young nigga fuck dope bitchs from the city were lonesome and dose dickies B side with the barbie dats 250 let her kiss on ma neck but no hickies (no hickies) driveway like sincity make a movie with the star let the lights hit ya haha she think I ain't gone get but I'm a fly nigga I ain't trippin
Shawty so...

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
It really don't matter to me I'm lovin all these girls cause all these girls love me under the sheets rockin body wid ya body I'm a freak money ain't a thang thang and I'm a do ma thang thang I'm on sum g shit baby on sum g shit baby

[Verse: Chris Brown]
Haha yeah look louis vuitton red bottoms cause she that nice her body stack right miss her if you blink twice and never compare her to the rest cause she so far she got sercurity wiv her I call her lonestar fly as hell fly as hell wiv dem french tips let's hit the water set sail give me french kisses pple flashing everywhere that we go ice cold nigga but the chain still rocky row ice cream I'm fuckin wiv them ice queens long hair pretty yellow bone lightning cause shes exciting I take her clothes off I kiss it three times and then I doze off haha cause I'm the best whoever did it and shes the best cause she wid me she think I ain't gone hit it but I'm a fly nigga I ain't trippin shawty so

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
It really don't matter to me (yeah) I'm lovin all these girls cause all these girls love me under the sheets rockin body wid ya body I'm a freak and money ain't a thang thang (no) and I'm a do ma thang thang I'm on sum g shit baby on sum g shit baby

[Verse: Chris Brown]
Fresh planes drive her to ma jet wing 1st class yeah that's where ma chef stay I'm ahead of you niggas I skip 1 grade on islands and yachts wid ma louis shades

[Verse: Tyga]
Uh yeah but like Gucci Mane baby have sum lemonade... drink dessert souffle patrone shot straight turn a nigga 2face hot drunk girls say they love my babyface

[Chris Brown:]
Uh but I'm a still keep it g doe (yeah) captain of ma ship and I ain't neva wearing speedos (no) my... she let me bone on poke her now chauffeur take her home

[Tyga:]
Put it on ma camera phone I know I'm wrong but I'm in too deep uh me alone she fall in love wiv every love song she wanna be in love uh

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
It really don't matter to me I'm lovin all these girls cause all these girls love me under the sheets rockin body wid ya body I'm a freak and money ain't a thang thang and I'm a do ma thang thang (yeah) I'm on sum g shit baby on sum g shit baby
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Holla @ Me Lyrics – Chris Brown (with Tyga)

[Verse 1 - Chris Brown]
Uh, Boom, Boom
We ballin' in the room
Sweepin' up my competition call me Mr. broom
Knockin' niggas over, call me bulldozer
One more drink for these niggas and it's over
'Cause I'm a strike that something like a cobra
I know she want my venom, but I ain't gon' leave it in her
And right after I get her, she know she with a winner
And we straight to the crib, I ain't takin' her to dinner
Ha, Nigga look at my jewels
Aviator shades I ain't lookin' at you
Achoo, bless me twice
Be a rich nigga I be shittin' on your life
Magazine covers, Magnem rubbers
I mean Magnum, I don't fuck with stragglers
Niggas want Drama, Gangsta Grill bastards
Did you check the caption lights camera action

[Chorus - Tyga & Chris Brown]
Holla at me boo, Holla at me beh [x3]
I'm turned up, I'm super turned up [x2]
[repeat]

[Verse 2 - Chris Brown]
A nigga beat, beat
And shawty toot, toot
Blowin' out their brains, car need a new roof
Lookin' like a superstar, when I roll through
And shawty I'm the truth, so mama what it do
Now let's ride out, ain't no trippin'
When we dippin' to my hideout
Big dipper 'cause you sippin' on my bottle
Only fuckin' with them A-listin' models
Now let's get it like
Low did it, if you done it
Then I did it
If you kick it
Then I'm with it
We can do this shit all night
Your minute don't compare to my limit
When I'm in it and I get it
I'm a give it to you all night
I'm the shit, yeah I go hard
Don't stand in lines nigga I bogart
Fat boy celebrity 'cause I'm so large
And don't need no battery cause I'm in charge

[Chorus - Tyga & Chris Brown]
Holla at me boo, Holla at me beh [x3]
I'm turned up, I'm super turned up [x2]
[repeat]

[Verse 3 - Tyga]
I'm hot motherfucker, get a plate bitch
Don't say shit, get your face lift
Rozay bitch let the champagne drip
Niggas swag jack, but this L.A. shit
Get it back, give it back ain't 'bout shit
Snap back them ain't even rare where the tag a what
Wack ass all up in my ear bitch bag back
I bag bad bitches motherfucker Kat Stacks
Yellow nigga, no cabs
Got the phantom out, no mats
Get your camera out uh, one flash
Hot beams steady shot clap your ass
Aw, T. raw I'm so uh
Loc's on, chucks low, black beanie dog
Patron top wash straight from the liquor store
I'm turned up I can't feel my face so

[Chorus - Tyga & Chris Brown]
Holla at me boo, Holla at me beh [x3]
I'm turned up, I'm super turned up [x2]
[repeat]
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mixtape: "In My Zone (Rhythm & Streets)" (2010)



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Turnt Up Lyrics – Chris Brown

This beat got turnt up music.
Have you checked your levels?
Go ahead and jump into it.
Feel it in your system.
You see this this turnt up music got ya on the edge.
Step the fuck off that buiding don't stand on the ledge.
Now it feel it.
Its time to kick it, swagga tuned up to 10 now that's chillen'.

I think I'm bout to go hard tonight.
I think I'm bout to go hard tonight. Yeah.
Won't wit it, get it I'm living.
So I'm bouncing off the walls.
You should know that I'm like a radio, I'm turnt up everywhere I go.

[Chorus]
Tryna get get on the level with the music
Turnt up yeah.
I've been drinking a little bit.
So you can tell that I'm feeling it.
Ain't no turning me down.
'Cuz I'm way to turnt up now.
Just like the music.

It's time to on ten now that's chilln and (Go and fuck it up)
Go drink and then be stupid (While I'm in this club)
While out in this club. Yeah
DJ can't hear no music.
Cus you fine as ever.
Girl take it to the floor.

[Chorus]

I wanna see you turnt up, turnt up turnt turnt up.
I wanna see you turnt up turnt up. (She a fool with it.)
I wanna see you turnt up, turnt up turnt turnt up.
I wanna see you turnt up turnt up. (Know what to do wit it.)

[Chorus]
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Too Freaky Lyrics – Chris Brown

I got that long money,
So is my dick,
Change my pamper homie cos I'm on that new shit,
My chains too big,
150 stacks,
And the yacht lookin' something like a crew ship,

I got that long money,
So is my dick,
Change my pamper homie cos I'm on that new shit,

I got that long money,
So is my dick,
Change my pamper homie cos I'm on that new shit,
My chains too big,
150 stacks,
And the yacht lookin' something like a crew ship,

Roll with me,
We could float away,
And we can hop in the jaccuzzi filled with Rose
All that extra space,
Yea it cost a grip
Stuntin on shawty, she a bad chick

I will take you down if you let me do it,
Girl you can get all of me if you let me do it,

Shawty when I do my thang, I ain't gon stop
Wanna hear my name when you on top,
Cos you know I'm too freaky, too freaky, too freaky,
Girl I wanna work lemme do my job,
Call me Bang Bang cos I go so hard,
Girl you know I'm too freaky, too freaky, too freaky

Wait babe, won't you come over and play babe,
Bet you I can make that nanana scene,
Have you in the kitchen licking your plate clean,
All up on the counter,
Lady, have you had it good lately,
Imma give you what you need, right now

I will take you down if you let me do it,
Girl you can get all of me if you let me do it,

Shawty when I do my thang, I ain't gon stop
Wanna hear my name when you on top,
Cos you know I'm too freaky, too freaky, too freaky,
Girl I wanna work lemme do my job,
Call me Bang Bang cos I go so hard,
Girl you know I'm too freaky, too freaky, too freaky

Shawty when I do my thang, I ain't gon stop
Wanna hear my name when you on top,
Cos you know I'm too freaky, too freaky, too freaky,
Girl I wanna work lemme do my job,
Call me Bang Bang cos I go so hard,
Girl you know I'm too freaky, too freaky, too freaky
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Convertible Lyrics – Chris Brown

I went from a hightop to a convertible like Imma transformer,
I went from a hightop to a convertible like Imma transformer,
I went from a hightop to a convertible like Imma transformer,
Like Imma transformer, like Imma transformer,

Smoke grey enzo looking like a shadow,
550 Benzo you ain't on my level.
Shawty gotta body cone shaped like a bottle,
Magazine star dating nothing but the models,

I went from a hightop to a convertible like Imma transformer, (You bastards, bastards)
I went from a hightop to a convertible like Imma transformer,
I went from a hightop to a convertible like Imma transformer,
Like Imma transformer, like Imma transformer,

Smoke grey enzo looking like a shadow,
550 Benzo you ain't on my level.
Shawty gotta body cone shaped like a bottle,
Magazine star dating nothing but the models,

Money piling up you would think I won the Lotto,
Cash rule everything around me thats my motto,
All black Rolex you had never seen no,
Coutnin big chips you can call me a casino,

Hey you, shawty what it do,
Whip so sick you can call it bird flu,
Got the top back hair blowing in the air,
Imma bout to kill it this year,

Cuz I went from a hightop to a convertible like Imma transformer,
I went from a,
hightop to a convertible like Imma transformer,
I went from a,
hightop to a convertible like Imma transformer,
I went from a,
Like Imma transformer, like Imma transformer,

Point black I'm the best in general,
You know I ball and I ain't talkin bout genitals,
Imma shark you can't catch me with no fishing pole,
In the dark you can see me cos my whislte glow,
Get some stripes lil' mama make my whislte blow,
Don't need no misltetoe, but you can kiss it though,
But baby drop it low and make it shake for me,
Call me fellow of reserve cuz I make money,

And then I waste money,
My chain so sunny,
I got them carrots so I share it with them snow bunnies,
Yo money is only bout yay high,
I got that ching ching money like shanghai,
Yea Imma fool wit it,
Know what to do wit it,
Who you know got a private jet with the windows tinted,
Overseas cash,
Get overseas ass,
got it on lock like I`m dreading with some beeswax,

Hey you shawty what it do,
Whip so sick you can call it bird flu,
Got the top back hair blowing in the air,
Imma bout to kill it this year,

Cos I went from a, high top to a convertible like Imma transformer
I went from a,
hightop to a convertible like Imma transformer, (Whoa)
I went from a,
hightop to a convertible like Imma transformer,
I went from a,
Like Imma transformer, like Imma transformer, (Yeea)

Hey lil`mama pretty thang over there,
Put my CD on and let it bang through ya ear,
You know I`m the best,
Watch me do my step,
And Imma let you do the rest,
Cos I got dimes on me,
And I ain`t talking bout no weed,
I mean fine shawtys,
And they running with CB yea.
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Don't Lie Lyrics – Chris Brown

Women Lie, men lie,
Women Lie, men lie,
Women Lie, men lie,
Numbers don't lie,

Women Lie, men lie,
Women Lie, men lie,
Say what you want but the pockets don't lie,

Women Lie, men lie,
Women Lie, men lie,
Women Lie, men lie,
Numbers don't lie,

Women Lie, men lie,
Women Lie, men lie,
Say what you want but the pockets don't lie,

Women Lie, men lie,
Women Lie, men lie,
Women Lie, men lie,
Numbers don't lie,

Women Lie, men lie,
Women Lie, men lie,
Say what you want but the pockets don't lie,

[Verse 1]
Ok you know the name, so you know the drill,
Ain't singing candy rain, but I'm so fo real,
You know like my love do you ever dream of candy coated rain drops pouring down high loves,
And I'm all about my gualas,
Even though they say more money more problems,
But I don't picture me going on no job hunt,
Money pilin up now thats somethin to be proud of,
Yea I'm killin 'em, but it's not my fault,
Cos I've been on my grind, ha Tony Hawk,
And them rims are 28's, martial fuck,
My lyrics murderin niggas I need to write a chalk,

Women Lie, men lie,
Women Lie, men lie,
Women Lie, men lie,
Numbers don't lie,

Women Lie, men lie,
Women Lie, men lie,
Say what you want but the pockets don't lie,

Women Lie, men lie,
Women Lie, men lie,
Women Lie, men lie,
Numbers don't lie,

Women Lie, men lie,
Women Lie, men lie,
Say what you want but the pockets don't lie,

[Verse 2]
I'm on patrone and hypnotic, this Gucci on my body,
And im big big drippin and dippin Kowusaki,
Got more kicks than karate, than your son Mr.Muyagi,
I'm hotter than Wusabi, Bet bet better yet Mohavi,
I'm all about my money so my cash never fo,
They be like why you shittin on 'em? Cos Imma asshole,
Everywhere I go I be followed by six hoes,
And my checks got a one comma followed by six 0's,
Women lie, men lie,
Go ahead touch it,
Money talkin if you ain't talkin big bucks hush it, up,
Duck, cos I'm blowin up,
Pockets off that muscle milk, boy that swole as fuck

Women Lie, men lie,
Women Lie, men lie,
Women Lie, men lie,
Numbers don't lie,

Women Lie, men lie,
Women Lie, men lie,
Say what you want but the pockets don't lie,

Women Lie, men lie,
Women Lie, men lie,
Women Lie, men lie,
Numbers don't lie,

Women Lie, men lie,
Women Lie, men lie,
Say what you want but the pockets don't lie.
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Bad Lyrics – Chris Brown (feat. Soulja Boy)

[Soulja Rap:]
She bad, like a student in detention
Walk inside the club and my chain just glistenin
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em yeah I got Chris wit me
I bet I drank the bottle 'til that bitch empty
Gucci belt plus Louis when I hop up out my phantom
Turn my swag on, all the girls think I'm handsome
I maybe in my lambo or my jet, it doesn't matter
she bad, she bad, she bad, but she's badder

[Chris Verse:]
She lookin at me, I'm thinkin that she, that she bad than a mother
She staring at me, i'm thinkin that she, she a fine mothersucka
She a fine mothersucka, and I think I love her
Ooh I think she likes me, I'll keep her through the summer
Ride me like a wave, have you screamin cawabunga
Bubble bootylicious, make a nigga wanna pop her
Let me know just how you want it (oh oh oh oh)
Watch how quick i get up on it (oh oh oh oh)
Once I get up on yo body (oh oh oh oh)
Shawty I'ma keep it rockin

[Chorus 2x:]
Shawty, she bad, she cute, she sexy too
Shawty she bad, she cute, she sexy too
Shawty she bad, she cute, she sexy too
But she never been with a dude like me who do it like I do

[Verse 2:]
She lookin at me, I'm thinking that she, that she bad than a mother
That juicy booty, got me thinkin, that's she the daughter of a trucker
She's the daughter of a trucker, booty like a mac truck
Pull up to her bumper, love the way she back it up
Say I got alot of talk, shawty I can back it up
When I put it on her, shawty just can't get enough
Let me know just how you want it (oh oh oh oh)
Watch how quick I get up on it (oh oh oh oh)
Once I get up on your body (oh oh oh oh)
Shawty I'ma keep it rockin

[Chorus 2x]

[Soulja Boy Rap:]
Man she so beautiful, she so super straight
In the club gettin dollars, yeah she gettin paid
She bad, she bad, she badder
Hop up in my jag my jag my jaguar
Pull up in my jag with the ice cream paint
I need a $150,000 just to watch me blink
Baby girl fine and her outfit paint
Let's leave this club, heavy to my place
I'm like man she so beautiful, she so super straight
In the club gettin dollars, yeah she gettin paid
She bad, she bad, she badder
Hop up in my jag may jag my jaguar

[Chorus 2x]
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Invented Head Lyrics – Chris Brown

Soon as I walked in the room she was on me
Like nigga take them clothes off and put it on me
So Im about to go hard for real
Let me throw your ass on the bed peel
Your pants, your shirt, panties and your bra
Right off of your body, Ima put you on the wall
Who you gonna call when you need the deal
You already know Ima freak in the sheets.

[Chorus:]
When I get you to the crib (back to the crib)
Upstairs in the bed (upstairs to the bed)
Girl you gon think [4x]
That Ima champion (Ima winner)
I know how to get it done (hell yeah)
Girl you gon think
Girl you gon think
Ima make you think
You gon think
You gon think
You gon think I invented head

I be havin you singin like opera
Put that soprano on your tone like Opera.
I use my tongue yea Ima cookie monster
You an amazon so can you take this anaconda
This the shit so I had to get it on this
Not even 21 but Im already on that grown shit
So can I lick it, lick it, lick it
Why you think we in the kitchen

[Chorus]

Yeah when I kiss you
Yeah when I lick you
It's like na na na na nana
It's like na na na na nana
Baby yeah when I touch you
You know that Im gon... yeah
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Shoes Lyrics – Chris Brown (feat. L.A.D. a.k.a LA the Darkman)

[Verse 1]
I gotta problem, I got the answer now
No more singin' chicks I'm messin witha dancer now
She got a stripper pole, know how to break it down
She went from nothing to something, she tryna make it now
She's original I boosted up her style
She's got a downtown bich just to make me smile
We was finna go but she naked now, and she did it infront of an audience..

[Pre-Chorus]
Shawty got ass
Skinny lil waist, I ain't stupid can't let it go to waste
Man damn she got swag
Temperature heat, picture perfect every scene
Any camera flash!
Go and try to get her, but when you do she says that I'm with her
They got the last, I'm chasin with the mask
Tell me who's meaner when I switch em like sneakers

[Chorus]
And you know I never never wear the same pair twice, I gotta keep em laced cause my tounge game nice
I rock em like you never do, chick game is phenomenal can't take nothing from me cause I live that life [2x]

[Verse 2]
I can't get rid of her, can't understand it now
I got the fresh girl nigga you got the hand me down
You got the sloppy seconds, already dug it out
I did my dougie, sat down and let her work it out
She got them cakes out, I call her betty crock
Mr. Flinstone I can make your bed rock
When I was tryna go, she got naked now
Shawty took it off in a dolorian

[Pre-Chorus]
Shawty got ass
Skinny lil waist, I ain't stupid can't let it go to waste
Man damn she got swag
Temperature heat, picture perfect every scene
Any camera flash!
Go and try to get her, but when you do she says that I'm with her
They got the last, I'm chasin with the mask
Tell me who's meaner when I switch em like sneakers

[Chorus]
And you know I never never wear the same pair twice, I gotta keep em laced cause my tounge game nice
I rock em like you never do, chick game is phenomenal can't take nothing from me cause I live that life [2x]
cause I treat them like shoes

[Verse 3 - "Darkman"]
Whether Jordan 13s or Jordan D-wades
With every new pair my old pair feel played
New Carmellos, new Chris Pauls
Little do they know I love all yall
I treat em like pros, high top or lows
Space Jam, Buggs bunny, Jordan retros
She bring it back, Barkleys all black
Or the red, white and gray Air Macs
I like that, a closet full of sneakers
Just like my black book full of freakers
Lotta dark men, L.A deep
Only wear nike or the timbaland shoes

[Bridge]
I treat em like shoes, yea that's what I do
Nanny nanny boo boo, im shittin on you
I treat em all like shoes, some rough and some smooth (just like shoes)
More than ones that I use, she gotta a dunk alieou
Nikes like new, treat em all like shoes (treat em all like shoes)

[Chorus x2]
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Big Booty Judy Lyrics – Chris Brown

We thinkin' like 36, 24, 40
That's alright

Judy got a booty from here to there
Makin' nigga smile from ear to ear
Order 3 more bottles of that belvedere
Then I point it out like you come here

You come here
And you come here

Booty sittin' higher than a flight of stairs
Some can make it clap
Some really can't know
Them Alabama girls said it's all in the ankles

Speakin' of ankles bend over and touch your toes
Rub it and make it roll I'm lovin this angle
Hah, I love this view that I'm lookin' at

Dress so elegant, ass like an elephant
Shorty got me hotter than I've ever been
So I'mma give it to like a motherfucking veteran
Body so sick so this dick be the medicine

And I don't know her name
She told me but all I heard...

Yeah, she make the club go crazy (crazy)
And the way she move her body is amazin' (amazin')
Yeah, she got me goin' insane
And I don't even really know her name

I just call her
Big booty Judy (aye) [7x]
Big big booty Judy

Now, now, now Judy is her name
I beat it out of frame
I'm messin' with no busties' or no suckers cause they lame

She drop it low and sit it up
Other niggas fissin' up
'Cause when they see that ass
Tell like "damn what you feedin' her"

Her, her, her body so ridiculous
I kiss it when she ticklish
Big booty world record
You can find it up in Guinness

And no, no, no it's not a gimmick
Shawty she the truth
And she got a big donk (big donk)
Ayoo

Damn girl I'm horny
Hangin' out I want it
Booty so big I can put ten bottles on it

I tell her hold this
She got baby makin' hips
So I pulled her pants down and gave her lingerie a kiss

Miss Parker, Miss Parker
When you go let me (oh)
Miss Parker
She whispered in my ear right now
Then me her in her booty all smile

Yeah, she make the club go crazy (crazy)
And the way she move her body is amazin' (amazin')
Yeah, she got me goin' insane
And I don't even really know her name

I just call her
Big booty Judy (aye) [7x]
Big big booty Judy

I know this cutie
Her name is Judy
She's a yellow bone
Big chick mega booty

Shawty got a donk
Booty superpunk
And she keep it keep it shakin'
Like a base in the trunk

Well six fifteens
His swag so mean
And I wanna know how she get up in them jeans
She gon' be my baby mama
She is all me

She's a bad bitch
Greet her "Hello, Barbie"

Yeah, she make the club go crazy (crazy)
And the way she move her body is amazin' (amazin')
Yeah, she got me goin' insane
And I don't even really know her name

I just call her
Big booty Judy (aye) [7x]
Big big booty Judy
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