mixtape: "Fan Of A Fan" (2010)



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Intro Lyrics – Chris Brown (with Tyga)

Fan of a fan nigga this shit is amazing yes sir doin it real big 2 up 2 down in the building la and we wanna welcome all ya 2 fan of a fan
And this stricity only for the fans we songs for the streets 2 and all the ladies of corse the ladies we can't forget the ladies and you know shout out 2 my man dj illl will dj rockstar our new hip-hop you know always being support and posting nigga music you know rockstar you already know how we doin it so I know ya'll seen a couple videos but hm here it go rite here mixtape check it out
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What They Want Lyrics – Chris Brown (with Tyga)

[Chris Brown:]
These niggas mad, They mugging me
I like my pussy bowl Mr. Clean,
She started waxing, my dick relaxing
I make her bedrock, call me the mattress king
She got a sick body, I'm like her vaccine
Come to think about it, Vitamin D
Her ass up out them Jeans, but keep your heels on
The bedroom, yeah that's the kill zone
It's Young Money baby and it's CBE,
Let my name spell it out CMB
Haters don't bother me, blogs swallow these
Oops, now watch that beat on TMZ
Breezy bitch you know it's me
Your girl wetter than Polen Springs
So I go deeper under water, Submarine
Now let me dive-in, head first Yeah I'm a nice guy,
But I'm a grown motherfucker

[Tyga:]
All of these bitches in the party, these niggas fuck with me
But I don't fuck with nobody,
I pull up in the back bitches waiting in the lobby

[Chris Brown:]
Come here, let me show you, do it like I'm 'posed to (uh) nigga,

I'm what they want, I'm what they want (uh)
I'm what they want, I'm what they want (uh)
Come here let me show you, do it how I'm 'posed to, nigga

[Tyga:]
Ha, hot damn hoe, yah I'm going in, pussy poppers want me to eat it, this is the get trim
Show me tits, grown men I don't fool around with kids
Rob Kelly, tell her piss me up 100 bid
Cash Money in this bitch
Young Money in your bizz, fuck around with that Label
Yellow labels on your ribs, that's the shit them niggas get
Homie, bitches bend they ribs, one time for the Shottas
Black hogs on them Choppers, bitch
Shit sound sick, water flow drowned bitch
Oh you smoke that seed a lot, my niggas on pounds bitch
We don't hit the club a lot, we be in them lounges
With them girls 5'10" front cover Vogue shit, bitch

All of these bitches in the party,
These niggas fuck with me, but I don't fuck with nobody
I pull up in the back bitches waiting in the lobby

Come here, let me show you,
Do it like I'm 'posed to (uh) nigga,

I'm what they want, I'm what they want (uh)
I'm what they want, I'm what they want (uh)
I'm what they want, I'm what they want (uh)
Come here let me show you, do it how I'm 'posed to, nigga

All of these bitches in the party,
These niggas fuck with me
But I don't fuck with nobody
I pull up in the back bitches waiting in the lobby

Come here, let me show you,
Do it like I'm 'posed to nigga [x2]
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Drop Top Girl Lyrics – Chris Brown (with Tyga)

[Intro:]
Haha, My Lil Drop Top Girl

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Sweet Lil Something, Turbo Button
Four Fifty Eight, Engine Running
Her Legs So Sunny, I'm So Young Money
And That Base In The Trunk Got That Bxtch Bumpin
(That's My Shxt)
Don't Skip Nothing, Play It Loud
Til The Top Of The World For Me
I Fear Nothing, Ride Til The Cops Coming
Color Coops Seats Honey, I Went From
Rags To The Wrist, Glitter, Car 6, Rooms
And The Crib, Arcade I Did
Walk Your Azz Right In Girl, Leave In A Minute
Ever Had Sex On The Sand?
I Guarantee This Will Be The Ride Of Your Life,
Round The World, Do It All In One Night
Most Them Girls, I Play Em But Never Wife
But It's Something About You That I Like

[Pre Chorus:]
Girl I Really Love The Way You Look At Me
Ain't No Other Feeling That Can Drive Me Crazy
To-night Girl Tonight, It's Gonna Be The Night To Take You Down

[Chorus:]
Baby, Tell Me What You Doing Tonight Night Night Night
You Can Be In My Drop Top Girl
Take It All Out Tonight Night Night
Shawty, Don't Stop Now
Tell Me What We Doing Tonight Night Night
We Can Be In My Drop Top Girl, It's Only Me And You Tonight (Take It Off)

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
She Know She Love It, No Sheets No Covers
Give It To Her All Night, All Night Loving
Go Rubbers, Unh Unh, Let Me Touch It
Ain't A New Thing To Me, Unh It's Nothing
Girl, Just Say Something Baby
Drop Top Girls, Drive Me Crazy
Shawty Know That I Got What She Need Though
That's Why She All On Me For, Ha

[Pre Chorus:]
Girl I Really Love The Way You Look At Me
Ain't No Other Feeling That Can Drive Me Crazy
To-night Girl Tonight, It's Gonna Be The Night To Take You Down

[Chorus:]
Baby, Tell Me What You Doing Tonight Night Night Night
You Can Be In My Drop Top Girl
Take It All Out Tonight Night Night
Shawty, Don't Stop Now
Tell Me What We Doing Tonight Night Night
We Can Be In My Drop Top Girl, It's Only Me And You Tonight (Take It Off)
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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]
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No Bullshit Lyrics – Chris Brown (with Tyga)

[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
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48 Bar Rap Lyrics – Chris Brown (with Tyga)

[Intro:]
Yea, It Go.
It's What They Wanted Right?

[Verse:]
Black Shades, Dark Tent
Yo Girl, Nigga I Get It In
Stick Shiftin, Switchin And Burnin Out In the Benz
Wood Grippin, Kissing All Of Their Model Friends
Mr Dolo, With A Bunch Of Freaks
And You Know They Get The Party Bouncing Like A Pogo
I'm In (Slow Mode)
But Fast Forward Me To The Part Where Me And Yo Girl Underneath The Sheets
Just Keep Yo Eyes On, Gotta Whole Bunch Of Niggas Behind Me Wearing Red, Verizon
New Money, I Get My Super Size On
I Like A Long Hair, Bad Chick, (Tights) Long
Haha, Knowing All The Words To My Songs
And She Fucking Every Girl That's On My Phone
Haha, I'm, I'm So Fly; Flight Models Up Cause I'm So High
Ha, Lil Nxgga Get Your Cheese Up
Black Ice On My Neck, Make You Freeze Up
Oh You Worry About Me, Go Figure
I Ain't Sweating It, Fuck Them Old Niggas
Lambo, Range Rove, With My Pants Low
I Got The Audience Clapping Like A Backboard
She Put Her Hands Up, And Then I Stand Up
And Getting To Working On The Pole, Like A Dancer
I Double Up, I Call It Double Dutch
Two Girls Did (the same time), What The Fuck
Rabbit Foot In The Air, Cause My Luck Is Up
Bring The First Eight Out, Cause I'm Cutting Up
Bang Bang, Now That's Some G Shit
No Chain Gang, Like I'm Really On Some Free Shit
Their Jaw Dropped, I'm Leaving Niggas Speechless
World Premiere, Get A Sneak Peek Bxtch
I'm Great, Today Is A New Day
Fucking With Me, Do The Moon Walk On Your Face
No Games, I'm Oh So Serious
And Ya'll Niggas Are Straight Pussy, PERIOD
They Say A Singer Can't Rap, I Ain't Hearing It
Cause After These Couple Songs, I Been Killing Shxt
Oh No, Niggas Saying I'm Loco
But They Pinocchio Nxggas, Watch Their Nose Grow
It's Young Money, Shouts Out My Nigga Tyga Too
They On Their First Mixtape, I'm On Volume Two
Turn Me Up, I'll Show You What A Tiger Do
And I'm a Rip This Beat Up Like Lion Food
Louie Luggage, And The Case For The Passport
I Don't Buy Shit, Nigga I Ask For It
I'm The Freshest, I'm The Best
I Suggest That I Get It Off My Mother Fucking Chest
BREEZY
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Ballin Lyrics – Chris Brown (with Tyga) (feat. Kevin McCall)

[Chorus: K-Mac]
Ballin Like A Bitch, You Can't Tell Me Nothin'
Cause I'm Ballin Like Bitch
(Uh-Uh-Huh) Filthy Ass Rich
Swimming In This Money
Cause I'm Ballin' Like A - Ballin' Like A
Ballin' Like Bitch, B-B-Ballin' Like Bitch, (Uh-Uh-Huh)
Filthy Ass Rich, Swimming In This Money
Cause I'm Ballin' Like A - B-Ballin' Like A

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Look, BBC Hat Clean Diamond Snap Hook
Take A Picture With It, Like It's My Last Look
Gold Mac Book, Cost $100, 000 G's
I Don't Fuck With Rats, I Throw Away The Cheese
I'm Ballin' Baby, You See This Nigga Shine
I'm Running Shit (CB laughs) Finish Line
K-Mac Cook That Beat, I Eat Like It's Dinner Time
Awards Show Gimme Mine, Loud And Clear (Intercom)
Listen Up, I Show You How To Stunt
Pocket Full Of Money, You Should See What's In The Trunk
That Bass Got that Bump, That Shit That Make You Jump
Ballin' Like I'm Bitch, Throw It Up, Slam Dunk
V-Neck Like A Quedo, Rollin' Dice In The Casino
Three Bad Chicks Rollin' Trips (Cee-Lo)
What's Done Is Done, Ain't No Coming Back
I'm Ballin' Like A Bitch, Roger That, It's Breezy Baby

[Chorus: K-Mac]
Ballin Like A Bitch, You Can't Tell Me Nothin'
Cause I'm Ballin Like Bitch (Uh-Uh-Huh) Filthy Ass Rich
Swimming In This Money Cause I'm Ballin' Like A, B-Ballin' Like A.
I'm Ballin' Like A Bitch, Ballin' Like A Bitch
B-B-B-Ballin' Like A Bitch, Watch Me Do My Shit
Cause I'm Ballin' Like A Bitch, Ballin' Like A Bitch, Ballin' Like A Bitch, Watch Me Take Your Shit.

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Uh, Snap Back, Nigga Back Up In This Bitch
Throwing By The $100's Watchin' Strippers Do The Splits
Go On Hit That Flex, I Ain't Trippin' On The Bitches
Probably, 1 out of a 10 In California, I Ain't Hit
Bitch, I'm Raw Smell That Shit,
Hold Your Jaw Up In Your Lips
Get A Silly Straw, Have A Sip [laughs]
Mo'Fuckin' Tyga, She Ain't Met Me, Then She Lying
I Pull That Rocker Out Nigga, David And Goliath
Melt Your Fuckin' Face Boy, Like That Nigga On The Wire
Them Niggas Washed Up Need A Dryer, Dry 'Em
Free My Brother Weezy, Now We Back Up On Your TV,
I'm Rollin' At 250 Speedin' Me My Nigga Breezy
Right Behind Me, Range-Rove, T-Real ?
Bunch A Bad Bitches Tongue Tied And Bitches What It Do?
It's Young Money Till The Death Bed
If Anything, We The Best ? And It's Probably... This

[Chorus: K-Mac]
Ballin Like A Bitch, You Can't Tell Me Nothin'
Cause I'm Ballin Like Bitch (Uh-Uh-Huh) Filthy Ass Rich
Swimming In This Money Cause I'm Ballin' Like A, B-Ballin' Like A

[Hook: Chris Brown]
I'm Ballin' Like A Bitch, Ballin' Like A Bitch
B-B-B-Ballin' Like A Bitch, Watch Me Do My Shit
Cause I'm Ballin' Like A Bitch, Ballin' Like A Bitch,
Ballin' Like A Bitch, Watch Me Take Your Shit.

[Beat Fades]
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Middle Talking Lyrics – Chris Brown (with Tyga)

Fan of fan mixtape man we rockin make sure you check it out tyga tyga they are checking it out nigga I'm tried nigga ya'll I know I'm saying ya'll still rockin with da mixtape ya'll know ya'll halfway through and I hope ya'll enjoy what ya'll hear what ya'll are hearing him I'm tied rite now 2 let's get into this next one
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Ain't Thinkin Bout You Lyrics – Chris Brown (with Tyga) (feat. Bow Wow)

[intro:]
Yeah (on tonight)
It's like I can't let you go (on tonight)
But I got to (on tonight)
I'm a change it up a little bit, I'm a do it like this

[verse: Chris Brown]
We been together for a minute
Now it feels funny to be doing something different
But it's all good, me and you finished
Gotta ball player, but a nigga ain't tripping
And I ain't saying that he don't love you
But I don't think he love you like I do
But it's okay, it's alright
My Blackberry filled with a whole bunch of women
Wasting time,
steady tryna get you back
Get you back in my life
Yea you don't care, you don't care
It used to be you that I like
but I'm a do what I like
Tonight, I'm going get tipsy
Over twenty one,
all the girls have fun
And watch the ladies jump on me

[chorus:]
I'm not looking for love, 'cause she's gone
So tell all the girls that the bottles on us
Get your drink on
I just wanna have a good time and keep you off my mind
Find a little shawty I like
Girl when I'm up in the club, really turned up
I ain't going think about you (na na na na)
(aye aye aye) ain't thinking about you tonight (night night night)

[verse: bow wow]
You got the wrong one, if you think I ain't gonna go out
You used to be the only girl a nigga would think about
I gotta couple of girls on call, I'm a bring em out
A magic city stripper, hunh, so this is what it's all about
I'm the club doing my two steps
I done pulled about eight broads already
I'm just getting my feet wet (damn)
But I ain't even knocking your style
See I be here all day tryna count how many girls want bow
Yeah, I see you on the blogs with your dude and all that
But little do you know, you making yourself look wack
If dude gotta problem, better tell him to fall back
I'm blowing real big in VIP, yeah, that loud pack
Shit it's me and Chris in here, so you know it's real thick in here
Better cuff your girl because your bitch in here
Tryna see how many I can fit in my lambo
I never go raw, stay strapped like Rambo

[chorus:]
I'm not looking for love, 'cause she's gone
So tell all the girls that the bottles on us
Get your drink on
I just wanna have a good time and keep you off my mind
Find a little shawty I like
Girl when I'm up in the club, really turned up
I ain't going think about you (na na na na)
(aye aye aye) ain't thinking about you tonight (night night night)

[Chris Brown:]
Shawty, what's up?
I'm bad (bad)
All the girls in the club
(got damn, you're sexy)
You sexy,
got damn, you're sexy
Oh you're sexy, oh

[chorus:]
I'm not looking for love, 'cause she's gone
So tell all the girls that the bottles on us
Get your drink on
I just wanna have a good time and keep you off my mind
Find a little shawty I like
Girl when I'm up in the club, really turned up
I ain't going think about you (na na na na)
(aye aye aye) ain't thinking about you tonight (night night night)
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Like A Virgin Again Lyrics – Chris Brown (with Tyga) (feat. Kevin McCall)

[Pre-chorus:]
This is for ma grown,
This is for ma grown and sexy ass women (women women women)
This is this is this is for ma grown,
This is for ma grown and sexy ass women,
Women this is for ma grown...

[Chris Brown:]
Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain
Cause its getting hot girl,
Give me all you got girl
Don't have to rush, ain't going nowhere
I'll take off your thong, put you're legs in the air
Girl I'm gonna pick you up, pick you up
Rock you like a baby
Loving you so crazy
I'm gone' make you have a flash back
To your first time
But this time you know just what you like so. . .

[Chorus:]
Dont be acting shy up in this room
Like I make you nervous (ohh)
Ima take my time and do your body right
If you let me (uh huh)
Ima make you feel like a virgin again, again
Ima make you feel like a virgin again, again
Ima make you feel like a virgin again, again
Ima make you feel like a virgin,
Promise ima make it all worth it
Ima make you feel like a virgin again

[Pre-chorus]

[Tyga:]
Let me kiss you to start it off
Damn your lips so soft
Make a nigga wanna bite them off
This what you wa-wanted huh?
Ima be ure porn star
Baby take ure clothes off
Let me taste between ure legs,
Dang you got me so hard
If I get it ima hit it right (right)
I know you tired, its the middle of the night
Wanna give you that good love
Fall in love with me shorty you just might (might)
(ass up)
Legs up to the sky
I know this aint ure first time
So baby dont be. . .

[Chorus]

[Pre-chorus]
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Have It Lyrics – Chris Brown (with Tyga) (feat. Kevin McCall)

Ohhhhhh ohhhhhhh

I'm a I'm a I'm a... I'm a

[Verse: Chris Brown]
Now what u ladies tryna get in extra large magem is the only 1 I fit in
Open up your mouth baby I can be your dentist before I go to far let's go back to the begining
My paper your nigga shit be rented sucide doors and she died to get in they lookin at my stank
Cause they know I be shittin they try to kick me out cause they know I keep they women

[Chorus:]
Aye meet me outside ask yo girl what she think about minaj matter all day me plus u then we add another girl up in the room
Bring it back [x2]
and sit that big o booty all up on my lap matter fact here go a stack private party and I don't know how 2 act
Shawty so come here girl cause I'm a lookin 4 a bad chick put your hands in the air if u a bad chick and gotta ask if she gonna let
Have it when she let me have it I'm a let her have it [x4]
daddy can u have it

[Verse: Tyga]
Uh, I pull up black man black posche red really make him mad hope yo ass in oh this yo 1st time ride let me hit the gas
Don't u play with me later or this will be your last I'm a rude rude nigga let me have it u got that big booty poking let me grab it
I'm something like the king fuck u on the mattress writing tats out my name on the dash and I smack it like

[Chorus:]
Aye meet me outside ask yo girl what she think about minaj matter all day me plus u then we add another girl up in the room
Bring it back [x2]
and sit that big o booty all up on my lap matter fact here go a stack private party and I don't know how 2 act
Shawty so come here girl cause I'm a lookin 4 a bad chick put your hands in the air if u a bad chick and gotta ask if she gonna let
Have it when she let me have it I'm a let her have it [x4]
daddy can u have it

[Verse: Kevin McCall]
Uh uh uh
Now let me find out u'll let me blow your spine out sex game me make u call it time out quater till we can ronnie boo at my house
That pussy fat got me finnin like amy wine house if I give u 9 can I get that other 60 when it come to licky licky we can split it 50/50
Peanut butter skully have u comin in a jiffy damn skippy swallow my jewlary king driftty

[Chorus:]
Aye meet me outside ask yo girl what she think about minaj matter all day me plus u then we add another girl up in the room
Bring it back [x2]
and sit that big o booty all up on my lap matter fact here go a stack private party and I don't know how 2 act
Shawty so come here girl cause I'm a lookin 4 a bad chick put your hands in the air if u a bad chick and gotta ask if she gonna let
Have it when she let me have it I'm a let her have it [x4]
daddy can u have it
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Number One Lyrics – Chris Brown (with Tyga) (feat. Kevin McCall)

[Kevin McCall:]
I wanna wake up baby
And see u sharing my bed
U roll over start smiling
Girl I'm a cook u breakfast
Yeah I gotta say u got my heart
And your my answer when I'm reaching for the stars (oh)
I don't need nobody else but u

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
I'm a let u play babe
Music in the car
Shawty your my favorite song
Your my baby
Kissing on your neck and don't even need permission cause your body saying yes
And u know that I want it (girl!)
So just let me get it girl
When it all said and done

I'm a make u number one one, one yea [x3]
I'm a make it...

When it's all said and done
I'm a make u number one.

[Chris Brown:]
Lady
Come here girl
I don't wanna share this with nobody
Your amazing
The perfect picture
And ain't nobody got your sexy body
And something that things u do
That make me wanna stay with u
Ain't no other way to say it
Girl I just love u

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
I'm a let play babe
Music in the car
Shawty your my favorite song
Your my baby
Kissing on your neck and don't even need permission cause your body sayin yes
And u know that I want it (girl!)
So just let me get it girl
When it all said and done

I'm a make u number one one, one yea [x3]
I'm a make it...

When it's all said and done
I'm a make u number one.

[Kevin McCall:]
This is for my number one
She the reason that I wake up
For one
One more chance to make u believe I'm the one!
She need up in her life
That's the perfect plan to help me get her
For sure...

Yea yea! [x3]

When it's all said and done

I'm a make u number one! one, one yea [x3]
I'm a make it...

When it's all said and done! I'm a make u number one!
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Make Love Lyrics – Chris Brown (with Tyga)

[Chris Brown - Verse 1]
Lil mama what you doin ? wassup?
Cause I aint gotta work this weekend
Lets get up, up, up, up
And I jus wanna dance and play a little bit
And baby I'm the man and shawty you the shit
Think about it we can do something nasty
While I got my energy up all in the club
With the lights down low
And I got you
Tipsy and youre all up on me pullin all my clothes
I aint finished my drink but I want sum more
Girl get your purse let me grab my coat
Got my keys so now we can roll back to the crib

[Chorus]
I wanna make love to my baby
Do it all day and we can do it all night long (shawty)
Im gunna make love to my baby
Have it you way but I like it with the lights on
Imma make love to my baby
Girl get on top of me and imma let you take it off
Tonight is your night
Baby So imma love you down

[Tyga - Verse 2]
All I think about when she not around
If I get to see her I'm gonna take her down
Pull your tights down throw em on the couch
Like I say put it in your mouth
Take your top off aint no body round
Run around butt naked this my house
All these thoughts on my mind I gotta get them out
Tryin but I cant figure out
Remember in high school I used to skip class just to sex you
Homeroom was the only place I could call you
Now its like every time I call never get thru
That bullshit that we been through
Dam I miss you
Its like you kick a nigga out
Moved on to the next one
I hope maybe we can work it out
Dam I be wishin you was here right now

[Chorus]
I wanna make love to my baby
Do it all day and we can do it all night long (shawty)
Im gunna make love to my baby
Have it you way but I like it with the lights on
Imma make love to my baby
Girl get on top of me and imma let you take it off
Tonight is your night
Baby So imma love you down

[Chirs Brown - Verse 3]
Kissin on your body layin on top me
From the bed to the ground imma go down
Doin my thing tell me when to stop
Girl I wanna see what you all about
Sweatin like a sauna
Put that dick on ya all night
While I got my energy up all the the club
With the lights down low and I got you
Tipsy and your all up on me pullin all my clothes
I aint finished my drink but I want some more
Girl get your purse lemme grab my coat
Got my keys so now we can roll back to the crib

[Chorus]
I wanna make love to my baby
Do it all day and we can do it all night long (shawty)
Im gunna make love to my baby
Have it you way but I like it with the lights on
Imma make love to my baby
Girl get on top of me and imma let you take it off
Tonight is your night
Baby So imma love you down
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I'm So Raw Lyrics – Chris Brown (with Tyga)

[Chorus:]
Look
I'm so raw
Turn da oven on
Cheff papa johns
I get the parmesan

[Verse 1:]
She want ah yellow nigga
Corn on the cobb
Indian giver
Slobb on my nobb
The bitch blow hard
Harder den some halls
Here take um all you'll be straight in the morn
I'm two piece gone
I'm neva gone call
Fly nigga I ont wear it if it's in da mall
Seen it on da blog
These mutha fuckas cost
East saint laurent
U can tell by the faunt
I do wat I want
Wake up wens it's lunch
Walk like I'm drunk
Swagga so uh
Gold yard trunks go around I got ah bunch
Tell till you safe bitch get up out my stuff
I wouldn't recamend
U would eva check um in
I started with da end
So where do I begin

[Chorus:]
I'm so raw
Turn da oven on
Cheff papa johns
I get the parmesan

[Verse 2:]
Pocket full of paper under age in casino
U wanna see id oh
But I'm in da suite doe
Here my room key go
Room movin slow mo
Fans want ah photo
But it's my turn ta roll hold up baby hold those
U see I'm chillin doe low
Lense with ah logo
Pinky ring fro doe
I'm fellin myself no hohoho homo
Hold da beat pour dat mo roro roso
Rosa you bozos
Could'ntspeak wat I'm on
U n me rosseta stone
All these niggas r ah clone
We be originals
Young money sinimals
Tribe full of generals
Dnt ask me shit unless it in ah interview nigga
Unless it's in ah interview aha
Dnt talk ta me I'm not your friend
I'm just ah fan
Of ah ah fan aha
I love all my fans doe
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