Get fresh baby this is your song,
Put your good shoes and your lipstick on,
Get fresh baby this is your song,
You said you want a freak, I'mma give you what you want.
Whole lot of sex, whole lot of liquor,
Whole lot of chicks, not a lot of niggas,
Not my party, all about the bitches,
Sexy model, ass like Alicia's,
See my main chick, she got that good shit,
And her gang vicious so I call her sid,
Girl you better be careful,
Bragging on a dick now your friends want a sample,
Fuck a 69, its 696,
I be the 9, both ya'll the 6,
You go both ways, get a load of this,
Beat it so hard, now she gotta take a piss,
Then you can't even walk in the morning,
Go to work yawning, :
Man your girlfriends on it,
Ain't no fun if you ain't sharing with the homies.
[Chorus:]
I'll make you run and tell your friends
How freaky I'm iz,
I'll make you run and tell your friends
How freaky I'm iz,
I'll make you run and tell your friends
How freaky I'm iz,
How freaky I'm iz,
How freaky I'm iz.
I'ma have you telling all the business,
By the way that I be giving you the business,
I'll make you run and tell your friends
How freaky I'm iz,
How freaky I'm iz,
How freaky I'm iz.
When my jeans come down, the surfs coming up,
Thong to the side, she feel it in her guts,
Ass in the air, fucking up your weave,
Pulling on your hair baby let me hear you scream,
This white game mean, I make a bitch cry,
I lick your lips to your tits to your thighs,
Throw you on your side, I'm working out the kinks,
You sweating out the sheets, girl you fucking with a freak,
She told you I'm a beast? well, she ain't never lie,
I can go on both of you at the same time,
Taking that pussy, bitch this mine,
Throw that shit back, put an arch in your spine,
I never waste time but I ain't in a rush,
Hit it like a champ, I beat the pussy up,
He give you little taps, I beat the pussy up,
Got her telling all her friends how the kid do her stuff.
[Chorus:]
I'll make you run and tell your friends
How freaky I'm iz,
I'll make you run and tell your friends
How freaky I'm iz,
I'll make you run and tell your friends
How freaky I'm iz,
How freaky I'm iz,
How freaky I'm iz.
I'ma have you telling all the business,
By the way that I be giving you the business,
I'll make you run and tell your friends
How freaky I'm iz,
How freaky I'm iz,
How freaky I'm iz.
I see 'em with they hands up and I'm making sure I don't leave no ladies out,
I need a dirty dancer cause baby I can guarantee I'mma turn you out,
So all my sexy girls say, ooooh
All my sexy girls say, oooooh,
Girl I'm so nasty yeah, me have to tell you all the girlies love me
I put work in till you can't take it,
You screaming and we're butt naked,
Pull your hair girl, I'll kiss you girl to take you down,
You got it, you telling everybody all about it.
[Chorus:]
I'll make you run and tell your friends
How freaky I'm iz,
I'll make you run and tell your friends
How freaky I'm iz,
I'll make you run and tell your friends
How freaky I'm iz,
How freaky I'm iz,
How freaky I'm iz.
I'ma have you telling all the business,
By the way that I be giving you the business,
I'll make you run and tell your friends
How freaky I'm iz,
How freaky I'm iz,
How freaky I'm iz.
This what you want, this what you need!
This what you need? right!
This what you get!
Body On Mine Lyrics – Chris Brown (feat. Se7en)
[Verse 1:]
Ha! Hot damn, you look so appalled
My girl is the shit, your girl has no ass at all
Her booty super thick but her tummy super small
And when she dancin' her booty swallow up her draws
Yeah buddy in the club I do my dougie
Bottle in my hand mean muggin' like I'm ugly
Only models in my section get them uglies way from me
And when they be like, I just play dummy.
In the party got them white girls rolling like whoa
In the morning they be like where the fuck are my clothes
Please don't tell nobody cause I don't really do this,
(Smack lips) Sure, (smack lips) what you think I'm stupid
I told her, just to call me da-da
But shorty spanish so she wanna call me pa-pa
Or papi never met a nigga like me
I swept her up so I guess she had light feet
[Chorus:]
Can we make this an after party
Cause yo body all on me
My head spinning round and round
Can we make this a nasty party
Cause I just want ya body on mine body on mine
And take me down take me down now
[Verse 2:]
Vans on, so I get my dance on
She said she fucked the whole crew I put my mans on
I threw my money on the table told her dance on it
I pull that monster out, she put her hands on it.
Pool party shawty going gnarly
Only fuck with rock stars and them boys whose riding harleys
Bitch I'm on ya camera, no not iCarly
When she turn 21 I'm a drown her with bacardi
Mmmmm hhhhhmmm, 151 heart beatin like a drum
And my face is kinda numb
Stop that shit where that hatin coming from
Oh you mad cause I got your girl faced on my dick
[Chorus:]
Can we make this an after party
Cause your body all on me
My head spinning round and round
Can we make this a nasty party
Cause I just want your body on mine body on mine
And take me down take me down down
Ha! Hot damn, you look so appalled
My girl is the shit, your girl has no ass at all
Her booty super thick but her tummy super small
And when she dancin' her booty swallow up her draws
Yeah buddy in the club I do my dougie
Bottle in my hand mean muggin' like I'm ugly
Only models in my section get them uglies way from me
And when they be like, I just play dummy.
In the party got them white girls rolling like whoa
In the morning they be like where the fuck are my clothes
Please don't tell nobody cause I don't really do this,
(Smack lips) Sure, (smack lips) what you think I'm stupid
I told her, just to call me da-da
But shorty spanish so she wanna call me pa-pa
Or papi never met a nigga like me
I swept her up so I guess she had light feet
[Chorus:]
Can we make this an after party
Cause yo body all on me
My head spinning round and round
Can we make this a nasty party
Cause I just want ya body on mine body on mine
And take me down take me down now
[Verse 2:]
Vans on, so I get my dance on
She said she fucked the whole crew I put my mans on
I threw my money on the table told her dance on it
I pull that monster out, she put her hands on it.
Pool party shawty going gnarly
Only fuck with rock stars and them boys whose riding harleys
Bitch I'm on ya camera, no not iCarly
When she turn 21 I'm a drown her with bacardi
Mmmmm hhhhhmmm, 151 heart beatin like a drum
And my face is kinda numb
Stop that shit where that hatin coming from
Oh you mad cause I got your girl faced on my dick
[Chorus:]
Can we make this an after party
Cause your body all on me
My head spinning round and round
Can we make this a nasty party
Cause I just want your body on mine body on mine
And take me down take me down down
Spend It All Lyrics – Chris Brown (feat. Se7en & Kevin McCall)
Go 'head, do ya dance
I know you see all of this money in my hand
And if you keep doing it for me
Imma spend it all [x2]
Just got my check I'm bout to spend it on the whole club
Half of these niggas can't pay rent after it's ova
Two chicks me, hit bipolar
Jamaican-Indian chicks they totem pole up
The way you move ya body girl
Make me wanna feel ya body girl
Girl I know you want it, ain't no change for all these hundreds
I'm about to make it rain, they should change your name to stormy
Girl you know my dick's enormous
Girl I love your performance
She said she was from New Orleans
Tryna sting her like a hornet
Upgrade her, that's a bonus
Her booty that's what I'm bonin'
Go 'head, do ya dance
I know you see all of this money in my hand
And if you keep doing it for me
Imma spend it all [x2]
It's alright, it's OK
Girl just keep poppin' that booty in my face
And if you keep poppin' that booty
Imma spend it all [x2]
Let's go, my eyes shit cause her booty all in my face
I touch, no computer she in myspace
Damn look at mami lose it watch her girate
Breezy up in this bitch like a vibrator
V.I.P. with 2 of them
Got 2 cheeks use your booty for the A.T.M.
Credit cards, take off your bra have a menage
Particular, vehicular, call me the sarge
Grown booty from the A-Town
Pull her hair, can't see nothing from the waist down
For them dollars make her holler like "whoa"
And my transactions got them Jacksons, Michael
You corny rappers can't be serious
Cause deep down we know you pussy, period.
So now it's back to getting more hoes
You niggas lack delivery, Digiorno
Go 'head, do ya dance
I know you see all of this money in my hand
And if you keep doing it for me
Imma spend it all [x2]
It's alright, it's OK
Girl just keep poppin' that booty in my face
And if you keep poppin' that booty
Imma spend it all [x2]
I'm feeling myself, done had a couple drinks, I start to feeling myself
I start to dance up on ya feeling under your belt
I need a tipper, when I'm dancing you put the money on my thighs
Just watch me real low but Imma need a little more if Imma take it all off
Need you to dig in your pocket it's deeper
You say you a spender, then put your money where your mouth is
Go 'head, do ya dance
I know you see all of this money in my hand
And if you keep doing it for me
Imma spend it all [x2]
It's alright, it's OK
Girl just keep poppin' that booty in my face
And if you keep poppin' that booty
Imma spend it all [x2]
I know you see all of this money in my hand
And if you keep doing it for me
Imma spend it all [x2]
Just got my check I'm bout to spend it on the whole club
Half of these niggas can't pay rent after it's ova
Two chicks me, hit bipolar
Jamaican-Indian chicks they totem pole up
The way you move ya body girl
Make me wanna feel ya body girl
Girl I know you want it, ain't no change for all these hundreds
I'm about to make it rain, they should change your name to stormy
Girl you know my dick's enormous
Girl I love your performance
She said she was from New Orleans
Tryna sting her like a hornet
Upgrade her, that's a bonus
Her booty that's what I'm bonin'
Go 'head, do ya dance
I know you see all of this money in my hand
And if you keep doing it for me
Imma spend it all [x2]
It's alright, it's OK
Girl just keep poppin' that booty in my face
And if you keep poppin' that booty
Imma spend it all [x2]
Let's go, my eyes shit cause her booty all in my face
I touch, no computer she in myspace
Damn look at mami lose it watch her girate
Breezy up in this bitch like a vibrator
V.I.P. with 2 of them
Got 2 cheeks use your booty for the A.T.M.
Credit cards, take off your bra have a menage
Particular, vehicular, call me the sarge
Grown booty from the A-Town
Pull her hair, can't see nothing from the waist down
For them dollars make her holler like "whoa"
And my transactions got them Jacksons, Michael
You corny rappers can't be serious
Cause deep down we know you pussy, period.
So now it's back to getting more hoes
You niggas lack delivery, Digiorno
Go 'head, do ya dance
I know you see all of this money in my hand
And if you keep doing it for me
Imma spend it all [x2]
It's alright, it's OK
Girl just keep poppin' that booty in my face
And if you keep poppin' that booty
Imma spend it all [x2]
I'm feeling myself, done had a couple drinks, I start to feeling myself
I start to dance up on ya feeling under your belt
I need a tipper, when I'm dancing you put the money on my thighs
Just watch me real low but Imma need a little more if Imma take it all off
Need you to dig in your pocket it's deeper
You say you a spender, then put your money where your mouth is
Go 'head, do ya dance
I know you see all of this money in my hand
And if you keep doing it for me
Imma spend it all [x2]
It's alright, it's OK
Girl just keep poppin' that booty in my face
And if you keep poppin' that booty
Imma spend it all [x2]
Private Dancer Lyrics – Chris Brown (feat. Kevin McCall)
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Yeah I would like this dance little mama
I thought you'd never ask, I got a lotta cash
Especially enough for ya, yeah
'cause you're the hottest thing up in this club
I can tell when you hit the stage, baby you gettin' paid
You're booty is a money magnet,
You... lookin' like Jessica Rabbit,
Puttin' these... other chicks in they casket, yeah
[Bridge:]
Here go a G stack, come sit on my lap
Now lemme tell you what I'm here for
Makin' you fill this position
And baby girl you fit the description yeah
[Chorus:]
Private dancer, my private dancer
Said you gon' be my private dancer
Just pack your things up 'cause your coming home wit me
My private dancer, my private dancer
You gon' be my private dancer
Just pack your things up 'cause your coming home wit me
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
I can quadruple what you're makin'
I'll make your job description so clear
You ain't gotta worry 'bout your boss, I already paid him off my dear
See I got a mansion in a Hampton's in a club and a back bar tender
Dinner and a chef, what else do you really need
Its your show, where anything goes
You ain't gotta worry , you can lose control
[Bridge:]
Here go a G stack, come sit on my lap
Now lemme tell you what I'm here for
Makin' you fill this position
And baby girl you fit the description yeah
[Chorus:]
Private dancer, my private dancer
Said you gon' be my private dancer
Just pack your things up 'cause your coming home wit me
My private dancer, my private dancer
You gon' be my private dancer
Just pack your things up 'cause your coming home wit me
[Kevin McCall:]
JMAC
I - I - I be, I be in the strip club wit my hands up
Trickin' like I'm flippin' I be spinnin' all my ends up
Even if I never leave my seat she make me stand up
See, that's why I could never move to Atlanta
All about her bucks you would think she came from Tampa
She stay on that new shit no wonder why she pamper
Get it, she gon' she gon' let me hit it
I can't wait til we alone 'cause I want your full attention
We can take this to my crib gotta stripper pole up in it
G-G-Girl you know I love it when you pop that shit for pimpin'
(Ha), my private dancer (Yeah), you the realest
Imma call ya franchise (Why), 'cause you could get the business
[Chorus:]
Private dancer, my private dancer
Said you gon' be my private dancer
Just pack your things up 'cause your coming home wit me
My private dancer, my private dancer
You gon' be my private dancer
Just pack your things up 'cause your coming home wit me
Yeah I would like this dance little mama
I thought you'd never ask, I got a lotta cash
Especially enough for ya, yeah
'cause you're the hottest thing up in this club
I can tell when you hit the stage, baby you gettin' paid
You're booty is a money magnet,
You... lookin' like Jessica Rabbit,
Puttin' these... other chicks in they casket, yeah
[Bridge:]
Here go a G stack, come sit on my lap
Now lemme tell you what I'm here for
Makin' you fill this position
And baby girl you fit the description yeah
[Chorus:]
Private dancer, my private dancer
Said you gon' be my private dancer
Just pack your things up 'cause your coming home wit me
My private dancer, my private dancer
You gon' be my private dancer
Just pack your things up 'cause your coming home wit me
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
I can quadruple what you're makin'
I'll make your job description so clear
You ain't gotta worry 'bout your boss, I already paid him off my dear
See I got a mansion in a Hampton's in a club and a back bar tender
Dinner and a chef, what else do you really need
Its your show, where anything goes
You ain't gotta worry , you can lose control
[Bridge:]
Here go a G stack, come sit on my lap
Now lemme tell you what I'm here for
Makin' you fill this position
And baby girl you fit the description yeah
[Chorus:]
Private dancer, my private dancer
Said you gon' be my private dancer
Just pack your things up 'cause your coming home wit me
My private dancer, my private dancer
You gon' be my private dancer
Just pack your things up 'cause your coming home wit me
[Kevin McCall:]
JMAC
I - I - I be, I be in the strip club wit my hands up
Trickin' like I'm flippin' I be spinnin' all my ends up
Even if I never leave my seat she make me stand up
See, that's why I could never move to Atlanta
All about her bucks you would think she came from Tampa
She stay on that new shit no wonder why she pamper
Get it, she gon' she gon' let me hit it
I can't wait til we alone 'cause I want your full attention
We can take this to my crib gotta stripper pole up in it
G-G-Girl you know I love it when you pop that shit for pimpin'
(Ha), my private dancer (Yeah), you the realest
Imma call ya franchise (Why), 'cause you could get the business
[Chorus:]
Private dancer, my private dancer
Said you gon' be my private dancer
Just pack your things up 'cause your coming home wit me
My private dancer, my private dancer
You gon' be my private dancer
Just pack your things up 'cause your coming home wit me
100 Bottles Lyrics – Chris Brown (feat. Se7en)
We're in the mother fucking building!
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
Stuntin' is my motto, with 200 bad models
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
I need a hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
Stuntin' is my motto, with 200 bad models
Oh my god waiter! We packed up in this bitch!
And I'm feeling hater vapors yeah it's hot up in this bitch!
But you will never phase me
And I know why you hate me
Cause my fucking cleaning lady
Look hotter than your bitch,
And you know I'm about to spend
A hundred rocks upon this bar, R bar.
You don't wanna drink you wanna be nosey Ms. Aardvark
And I know that you not used to rejection
But if you don't get naked get the fuck up out my section!
[Chorus:]
I'mma need a hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
I need a hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
Stuntin' is my motto, with 200 bad models
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
Stuntin' is my motto, with 200 bad models
All up in the VIP that shit look like a cloud
Guess Aladdin got two hundred Jazmines coming to the house.
And we're banging on that magic carpet fucking on the couch
All the better genies say she saw a genie, that's that loud
They say silence is gold, told my queen don't make a sound
But these bottles I'm holding I'mma give 'em to the crowd!
Ah, that must be the shit they're talking about
Can you hear me now or I gotta say it loud?
[Chorus:]
I need a hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
Stuntin' is my motto, with 200 bad models
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
Stuntin' is my motto, with 200 bad models
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
Stuntin' is my motto, with 200 bad models
I see you standing in the back, babe
Let me help you out with that babe, you looking badder than the biz
Baddest in the click, see you're picking up your slack babe
So let me take you back to my place
So drunk, so high, babe
We can do this over and over, I ain't got no hang over
You can tell by the look on my face I need
[Chorus:]
I need a hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
I need a hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
Stuntin' is my motto, with 200 bad models
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
Stuntin' is my motto, with 200 bad models
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
Stuntin' is my motto, with 200 bad models
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
I need a hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
Stuntin' is my motto, with 200 bad models
Oh my god waiter! We packed up in this bitch!
And I'm feeling hater vapors yeah it's hot up in this bitch!
But you will never phase me
And I know why you hate me
Cause my fucking cleaning lady
Look hotter than your bitch,
And you know I'm about to spend
A hundred rocks upon this bar, R bar.
You don't wanna drink you wanna be nosey Ms. Aardvark
And I know that you not used to rejection
But if you don't get naked get the fuck up out my section!
[Chorus:]
I'mma need a hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
I need a hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
Stuntin' is my motto, with 200 bad models
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
Stuntin' is my motto, with 200 bad models
All up in the VIP that shit look like a cloud
Guess Aladdin got two hundred Jazmines coming to the house.
And we're banging on that magic carpet fucking on the couch
All the better genies say she saw a genie, that's that loud
They say silence is gold, told my queen don't make a sound
But these bottles I'm holding I'mma give 'em to the crowd!
Ah, that must be the shit they're talking about
Can you hear me now or I gotta say it loud?
[Chorus:]
I need a hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
Stuntin' is my motto, with 200 bad models
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
Stuntin' is my motto, with 200 bad models
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
Stuntin' is my motto, with 200 bad models
I see you standing in the back, babe
Let me help you out with that babe, you looking badder than the biz
Baddest in the click, see you're picking up your slack babe
So let me take you back to my place
So drunk, so high, babe
We can do this over and over, I ain't got no hang over
You can tell by the look on my face I need
[Chorus:]
I need a hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
I need a hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
Stuntin' is my motto, with 200 bad models
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
Stuntin' is my motto, with 200 bad models
Leave The Club Lyrics – Chris Brown (feat. Joelle James)
[Chris Brown]
I'mma make you fall in love when you leave the club
All I really want you to do is scream my name
And nobody else,
Just love me girl (Cause you're bad)
All by yourself
Just love me girl
Who is she?
She gotta special type of perfume
And her bag balenciaga
It's full of tricks, look at her move
Damn, I feel guilty
Cause I ain't offer her a seat in VIP yet
Girl I know you wanna drink just dance for me
You're not gonna regret
Cause I ain't got ones all I got is hundreds
Girl you look so amazing when you do it
There's no better time to play my music, for her
[Spoken] I betcha
I'mma make you fall in love when you leave the club
All I really want you to do is scream my name
And nobody else,
Just love me girl (Cause you're bad)
All by yourself
Just love me girl
[Joelle James]
I can feel you lookin my way
And my body's all alone
You're in a daze
You think you're gonna take me home
Ya know, I'm thinking it too, it's on my mind
Cause I ain't got ones all I got are hundreds
Don't I look so amazing when I do it?
Why we still wasting time lets do it
Get your car
[Spoken] I betcha
[Chris Brown]
I'mma make you fall in love when you leave the club (When we leavin?)
All I really want you to do is scream my name (I'm wanna scream it baby!)
And nobody else,
Just love me girl (Cause you're bad) (So Bad)
Cause you're all by yourself
Just love me girl (I'm gonna love you)
[Both]
[Chris Brown] Can you love me?
[Joelle James] Yes, I can love you
[Chris Brown] I want you
[Joelle James] Baby I want you too
[Chris Brown] Can you love me?
[Joelle James] I can love you
[Chris Brown] I want you
[Joelle James] Yeah!
[Chris Brown] Yeah, can you love me?
[Joelle James] I can love you!
[Chris Brown] Can you love me?
[Joelle James] Yeah!
[Chris Brown] Oh can you love me?
[Joelle James] Yes I do!
[Chris Brown] Love me.
[Together]
And baby we can do it all night, till the morning
I'll let you ride, like a rodeo
[CB] and when you lay by my side
[JJ] I got the glasses
[CB] I got the liquor
[JJ] I got the green
[CB] I brought the swishers
[JJ] Yeahhh!
[CB] We're gonna have a good time
[JJ] Yes we will!
I'mma make you fall in love when you leave the club
All I really want you to do is scream my name
And nobody else,
Just love me girl (Cause you're bad)
All by yourself
Just love me girl
I'mma make you fall in love when you leave the club
All I really want you to do is scream my name
And nobody else,
Just love me girl (Cause you're bad)
All by yourself
Just love me girl
Who is she?
She gotta special type of perfume
And her bag balenciaga
It's full of tricks, look at her move
Damn, I feel guilty
Cause I ain't offer her a seat in VIP yet
Girl I know you wanna drink just dance for me
You're not gonna regret
Cause I ain't got ones all I got is hundreds
Girl you look so amazing when you do it
There's no better time to play my music, for her
[Spoken] I betcha
I'mma make you fall in love when you leave the club
All I really want you to do is scream my name
And nobody else,
Just love me girl (Cause you're bad)
All by yourself
Just love me girl
[Joelle James]
I can feel you lookin my way
And my body's all alone
You're in a daze
You think you're gonna take me home
Ya know, I'm thinking it too, it's on my mind
Cause I ain't got ones all I got are hundreds
Don't I look so amazing when I do it?
Why we still wasting time lets do it
Get your car
[Spoken] I betcha
[Chris Brown]
I'mma make you fall in love when you leave the club (When we leavin?)
All I really want you to do is scream my name (I'm wanna scream it baby!)
And nobody else,
Just love me girl (Cause you're bad) (So Bad)
Cause you're all by yourself
Just love me girl (I'm gonna love you)
[Both]
[Chris Brown] Can you love me?
[Joelle James] Yes, I can love you
[Chris Brown] I want you
[Joelle James] Baby I want you too
[Chris Brown] Can you love me?
[Joelle James] I can love you
[Chris Brown] I want you
[Joelle James] Yeah!
[Chris Brown] Yeah, can you love me?
[Joelle James] I can love you!
[Chris Brown] Can you love me?
[Joelle James] Yeah!
[Chris Brown] Oh can you love me?
[Joelle James] Yes I do!
[Chris Brown] Love me.
[Together]
And baby we can do it all night, till the morning
I'll let you ride, like a rodeo
[CB] and when you lay by my side
[JJ] I got the glasses
[CB] I got the liquor
[JJ] I got the green
[CB] I brought the swishers
[JJ] Yeahhh!
[CB] We're gonna have a good time
[JJ] Yes we will!
I'mma make you fall in love when you leave the club
All I really want you to do is scream my name
And nobody else,
Just love me girl (Cause you're bad)
All by yourself
Just love me girl
Real Hip Hop #4 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
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?! "
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
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