[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)
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'
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
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?!"
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...
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]
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
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
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]
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
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...
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
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)
- Up To You Lyrics – Chris Brown
- No Bullshit Lyrics – Chris Brown
- Look At Me Now Lyrics – Chris Brown (feat. Lil Wayne, Busta Rhymes)
- She Ain't You Lyrics – Chris Brown
- Say It With Me Lyrics – Chris Brown
- Yeah 3x Lyrics – Chris Brown
- Next 2 You Lyrics – Chris Brown (feat. Justin Bieber)
- All Back Lyrics – Chris Brown
- Wet The Bed Lyrics – Chris Brown (feat. Ludacris)
- Oh My Love Lyrics – Chris Brown
- Should've Kissed You Lyrics – Chris Brown
- Beautiful People Lyrics – Chris Brown (with Benny Benassi)
- Bomb Lyrics – Chris Brown (feat. Wiz Khalifa)
- Love The Girls Lyrics – Chris Brown (feat. Game)
- Paper, Scissors, Rock Lyrics – Chris Brown (feat. Big Sean & Timbaland)
- Beg For It Lyrics – Chris Brown
- Champion Lyrics – Chipmunk (feat. Chris Brown)
- All About You Lyrics – Chris Brown
- Talk Ya Ear Off Lyrics – Chris Brown
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]
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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