Wildcat lyrics - Chris Brown

Ounce of love is all I need
To fly with an angel
While the dealers die for it
The kush burn like bullets, both I’m chasin the green
I’m chiefin, seein

Time after time
Girl I need that strong shit
Top of the line
You know that stick icky wrong shit
You know there might be a time
Pretty young thing
Baby just try this
I got all the flavors
Got you fienin'

Oh oh
Girl I got you warming up so take off them clothes
We can do it anywhere
Have one cup, let’s go
Hallucinating this hit will make you see your ghosts
You’re mine, it’s alright

You said that you ain’t smoke in a while baby
So we gon' fuck and I’mma roll up
It’s getting loud, blowing on that loud girl
Baby I’mma work you out girl, work you out girl
I love you, Mary Jane

I’mma break it down, baby lick you like a swisha
Homie light that shit on fire, Mary Jane I’m poppin wit ya
I’m a hot box in your hot box
You just take it like a picture
I’mma go slower and slower
So high you flyin baby
I’mma break it down, baby lick you like a swisha
I’mma break it down, l-l-lick you like, lick you like
I’mma break it down, baby lick you like a swisha
I’mma break it down, baby so high we’re flyin yea

You so high, you fine baby
Smoke that shit, better give me a light
My private jet red eye baby
Give it to you good, beat it up
Yo pussy is a crybaby
Don’t stop, take it to the head
Yea yea

And I’m putting in work, that 9 to 5 baby
Coming round, you smoking brown
Let me bust that, switch you out baby
That white girl, them white papers
Let’s roll up, roll up
I’m off that green, she off that molly
I need a bottle of water
And everything good, the kitty got smilin

Oh oh
Girl I got you warming up so take off them clothes
We can do it anywhere
Have one cup, let’s go
Hallucinating this hit will make you see your ghosts
You’re mine, it’s alright

You said that you ain’t smoke in a while baby
So we gon fuck and I’mma roll up
It’s getting loud, blowing on that loud girl
Baby I’mma work you out girl, work you out girl
I love you, Mary Jane

I’mma break it down, baby lick you like a swisha
Homie light that shit on fire, Mary Jane I’m poppin wit ya
I’m a hot box in your hot box
You just take it like a picture
I’mma go slower and slower
So high you flyin baby
I’mma break it down, baby lick you like a swisha
I’mma break it down, l-l-lick you like, lick you like
I’mma break it down, baby lick you like a swisha
I’mma break it down, baby so high we’re flyin yea

Okay, hold up I’m bout to roll up
I got a pint, gon mix it with the Sprite, let me pour up
Hell of a night, 100 million dollar yacht
Never paid for the pussy but after this you gon owe us
Stick on the dick but don’t throw up
Break it down, bend you over
Always be, I’m off the THC
I guarantee that bitch nigga won’t show up
I’mma make the bitch box box
Nigga to yo look style, we gon pull up at Snoop’ house
Smoke it by the ounce (ounce), a nigga be too high
Man you’re star struck, kinda fucked
I’mma go HAM when I’m in it
I throw 100 bands when I’m winnin
What you sayin? It’s a limit?
She on my shoulder, getting closer
Now she a changed small

I’mma break it down, baby lick you like a swisha
Homie light that shit on fire, Mary Jane I’m poppin wit ya
I’m a hot box in your hot box
You just take it like a picture
I’mma go slower and slower
So high you flyin baby
I’mma break it down, baby lick you like a swisha
I’mma break it down, l-l-lick you like, lick you like
I’mma break it down, baby lick you like a swisha
I’mma break it down, baby so high we’re flyin yea

Yeah, yeah wild
Yeah, yeah wild
Yeah, yeah wild
Yeah, yeah wild
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"Fortune" (2012)



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Fools With You Lyrics – Chris Brown

White flag hands up, I ain't got no room for them no (uhhh)
If love was a crime i'd be doing way more than life (uhhh)
Girl I'm through all I see is you (uhhhh)
Your my heart girl I fools with you!

[Chorus:]
Tell me when tell me where (whatever you want baby I'll do it all for you)
Kinda love got me sprung (I mean it and I don't give a damn )
All these girls on my head like a fresh cut (ayeee)
Tryna get yo spot but they gets no love
Kinda love got me sprung baby for the things you do I
Fools with you!
You are whats up, baby I ain't got no reason to lie
Girl I'm feeling locked in but not stuck,
Witchuu ain't never a waste of time (uhhh)
Yay, girl I'm through all I see is you (uhhh)
Your my heart girl I fools with you!

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
And when the rain falls down (tries to flood us out)
My love will be your raft girl
Anything you need (promise I will be)
Baby you can count on me
I'm ready right now no pressure on you (uh huh)
The only kind of fool I wanna be is the kind that fools with you

[Chorus]

[x4:]
I fools witchu you, you, I used to be a fool but now I only fools witchu

[Music fades out]
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Open Road (I Love Her) Lyrics – Chris Brown

I should've been a better man
Instead of wasting time spending my life searching for the finer things
You always gave me another chance to make it right
But I didn't deserve, cause I didn't understand

And I feel so bad
Cause you wouldn't do the same to me
But I know what your weakness is
And you feel so mad
And now you’re on an open road
So gone, not looking back

I thought I had you on a leash
Like I could do whatever I wanted to, and I wanted to, and you was gonna wait for me baby, no
And now the table has turned now I feel like you're the master and I'm on the strings
You're in control of me

And I feel so bad
And now you're doing it to me
Cause you know what my weakness is
And you feel so mad
And now I'm on an open road
Tryna go, but I'm looking back

I'm looking for her
I'm tryna find her
I really need her
I think I love her

I'm looking for her
I'm tryna find her
I really need her
I think I love her

You can blame it all on me
I know it’s like this because of me
Now I’m just like a hitchhiker waiting for a ride
With no cars in sight

And it feels so bad
Cause you wouldn't do the same to me
'cause I know what your weakness is
And I feel so mad
And now you're on an open road
Long gone, I can't have you back

I'm looking for her
I'm tryna find her
I really need her
I think I love her

I wanna see her
I don't ever wanna leave ya
I wanna keep ya
I think I love her
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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...
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Treading Water Lyrics – Chris Brown

Oh oh-ohhhh
Oh oh-ohhhh
You said I’m not giving enough
But baby girl I’m trying so hard to
Keep up, when you fear
That I’ma always leave you lonely
But you see that I want us to last forever
And my heart stays open..
Darling you know it will get better
But you know that shit won’t happen over night
We just gotta give love a try
And when you look beside you
Girl I’ll be there

When it rains down your face
Tell me where do the tears end up
Don’t wanna drown in the rivers of your sorrow
And I, I will swim a thousand miles
Just for one minute to see you smile

I’m treading water
I’m treading water
Please don’t cry cause your drowning me

Oh oh-ohhhh
Oh oh-ohhhh
What do you say?
What do you mean?
That you blame me
Why is it today that you doubted me
That I’ma always leave you lonely
But you see that I want us to last forever
And my heart stays open
Darling you know it will get better
But you know that shit won’t happen over night
We just gotta give love a try
And when you look beside you
Girl I’ll be there

When it rains down your face
Tell me where do the tears end up
Don’t wanna drown in the rivers of your sorrow
And I, I will swim a thousand miles
Just for one minute to see you smile

I’m treading water
I’m treading water
Please don’t cry cause your drowning me

Oh oh-ohhhh
Oh oh-ohhhh
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mixtape: "Boy In Detention" (2011)



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First 48 Lyrics – Chris Brown

Hahaha, alright.
Let that beat drop.
Okay, lehhgooo.
Owwwwww

Look, go on make em clap, make em do that.
And when this nigga rap, they be like "Who dat?"
She in the party super wet, where the pool at?
I got a big head, so my hat adjust to 2 snaps.

Money to the ceiling, tell me where my roof at.
Your pants too tight, maybe you just too fat.
Just a cheetoh with doritos, yea, I lay em like du-rags.
Boy, I know why you mad, cause my chain stoopid.

And your girl leaning all on me.
Imma give her a couple of drinks, then I put her ass to sleep.
Bedtime, if she come she a freak.
Then you read them headlines that she fucking with C.B.

What you mean? Imma ball out.
I'm driving space ships, I threw my cars out.
What I call a garage, you call a house.
Live in that hole in the wall, you are a mouse.

They be like "Chris, you killing it." Soprano.
Valet tryna steal my keys, nigga this ain't no piano.
What you mean? I'm the president, but fuck a bout a plan though.
They gonna have to change the channel, cause its way too much to handle.
Yep, haha.

All that bullshit, I ain't hearing it.
Cause I'm on point, like a pyramid.
and I'm flushing you turds, killing shit.
Only hear two words, nigga sit.
Yea!

I'm the B E S T E S T.
I'm in that Range, you in that low key.
Off that super loud, the car smoking, but it's Friday.
What up Smokey?

Damn, man all these cameras are bananas.
And the waitress hate me, hope she don't spit in my sandwich.
Yea, ya'll can't get at me like a mention.
Indirectly, ya'll respect me, because this BOY IN DETENTION.

But still I walk around too proud.
Neighbors mad at me, cause I fuck too loud.
You would think I was police, how I move crowds.
V-A-gina! Two up, two down.

Team Breezy, yea I'm reppin it.
We the shit boiiii, so don't step in it.
I'm all about my stripes, like a veteran.
And it's getting too late, I need to take my medicine.

Ok, ok let me go.
Nigga be shining, this soul glow. [?]
Boy, look at all these diamonds,
And my chain so heavy, and my neck be rhyming. [?]
Can't see you, all I see is my shades.
Girl, got her giddy giddy, Frankie Lyeman.
I make her cum like clockwork.
What you call that? Perfect timing.

They call me Hercules.
Just like a slave, she working me.
Know she off that bong weed, when she smoking and got them purple leaves.
7-Eleven head, no hands when she slurping me.
Then she swallowed my sword, like a circus freak.
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Crazy Lyrics – Chris Brown

Where that bar at.. Tell me where that
Bout to buy the whole club where my credit card at
Money flying in the air,
look at what I started
asses clapping up in here,
damn its like an audience
and she bringing all her friends,
I'll be yo seesaw
She bout to act an ass..heehaw
Got a stupid monkey fatter than King Kong,
It's like a pistol on you,
take it all off
Ha, you gone need an ambulance,
After you get done with this hammer in my pants,
Make it stand up,
watch it dance,
all mouth, no hands.

I tried to tell you niggers,
I'm the greatest!
You bitch made hater
Shoes crocodile
fuck gators!
Ain't no need to talk
nigger pay us!
I'm about to go, go! go! (loco)
Go, go
my nigga just (crazy)
Go, go! I'm about to go loco!
Go, go!
that nigga just (crazy)

Look oh damn my liver
damn I got the shivers,
my family got that bomb weed.. but all i need is liquor
And then she got that butt, thicker than a snicker
And shawty got that fye, so i pop her like a blister (eww)
I know you think I'm losing it but why you speed ballin
Nigger I am cruisin bitch, nigga we ballin
And when I go to sleep, my tattoos come to life,
Hoes in your head, out of mind, out of site
That's why they call me breezy
baby, cold as ice
Boy don't make me paint a portrait, rearrange your life
all my kicks fly, they power ranger nikes
I'm the shit,
Nigger ain't gotta say it twice
Tony the tiger, call me Tony!
Cause everything is great, was she twerkin on me!
Boy I ain't no kin ta ya
I am from Virginia, A F O nigger let go,
Man they can't get rid of us?

I tried to tell you niggers,
I'm the greatest!
You bitch made hater
Shoes crocodile
fuck gators!
Ain't no need to talk
nigger pay us!
I'm about to go, go! go! (loco)
Go, go
my nigga just (crazy)
Go, go! I'm about to go loco!
Go, go!
that nigga just (crazy)
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Freaky I'm Iz Lyrics – Chris Brown (feat. Kevin McCall, Diesel & Swizz Beats)

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!
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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
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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]
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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
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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
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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
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