How I Feel lyrics - Chris Brown

Yeah, is how I feel, right?
It's only me right? ha
It's like, ha

I was 15 a virginia nigga with ambition
Young but I invisioned fuckin them bad bitches
Live my life with no regret
I try to show respect but you don't give it I guess you don't understand when
It might take me a life time to take it back
And it might take you a life time to know the facts yeah
Just 'cause different don't mean we distant
And if you kill a man ain't no way to bring it back
Yeah they say its mind over matter
But what we're livin for what really matters
Some niggas just silver spoons on the platter
And other niggas is doomed just for disaster
All alone sleeping in my bedroom
As I wet the sheets mama is gonna be dead soon
'cause a man beat her, but he don't realize
She important to this family like a fucking heirloom
Yeah a nigga still found his way out
a Record deal came a nigga played out
My mama livin good, she takin days out
They sayin boy all that hard work payed off
Five hundred racks for an hour show
But ain't gon neva do a 60 minutes interview..
'cause all you wanna do is twist my words up
And all I wanna do is flip my birds up
Kind of tipsy of that red rum murda
I'm singing ass nigga know you heard of
Me, every day my click stuntin
Niggas talking down but I'ma make em pick them words up
I done said all I had to say what else
Cock suckers low blowin under my belt
Yeah they hangin from the tip
They tryna get a sip don't let em get a grip..
I'm pissing on em myself
19 a nigga went through a tragedy
3 years and nigga just found a better me
Yeah you might find another lover,
But you always started with breezy like the letter b
Nightmares feelin haunting
Thinking do I really like this star shit huh
Because fame ain't freedom and this diamond chain only mean they hold you hostage
Now I got a lot of offers telling me to wear they clothes and they wanna be my sponsor
But when a nigga fall off again they gonna be like "off 'em"
And then they go and smile up in your face just like awesome
Great, wait, police and a thug cannot relate
I guess that's why this war on drugs is the debate
So I'ma keep on livin my life from day to day
Learn from my mistakes

I Don't Like Remix (Drake Diss) lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. The Game, Kanye West, Jadakiss, Big Sean)

[Verse 1: The Game]
Dact off that G6, hit the club on that gshit
Received a belt that's a G bitch and I'm bout to kill Chief Keef's shit
Just killed my nigga Meek's shit, Then I killed my nigga French's shit
Got a French bitch, no French shit but she giving my dick a French kiss
A fuck nigga, that's that shit I don't like,
Arm hanging out the window with that black ghost, with them chrome pipes
Tell em niggas this gon' be a long night,
Bitches wanna chill we gon need some more ice
Shout out to John Wall, Man that nigga nice
Club leaning nigga we gon need some more sprite,
Real nigga, these Drake fans
Fuck charge, we gon take his stands, Take his fans we gon shake hands
Put a gap in your mouth, straight head
Hunnit racks of these cargos, push the button these cars go
Six trays of that lago, six spades black cards hoe
I got the homies out in Chicago, with the full clique with that bullshit
Dang nigga that's Rose, with the caps on and mj's
I got a thick bitch with a thin waist, got a condo so we slim steak
Got a Rolex Presidente, got black diamonds Kunta Kinte
Hot porn like turkin' em, hot weels we swervin' em
Next year we getting Derron Williams gonna do Lebron like Dirk and em'

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
A fuck nigga, that's that shit I don't like
They throwin' bottles I'm throwin' models, just cause I give a bitch long pipe
Doing shows on soccer fields that's dome right?
I be singing he be singing so its on fight
But hold up I didn't give a nigga no green light,
This head up, my bread up, one on one, what you scared bruh?
Matter fact, take care bruh you a pussy nigga, pay up
My nigga Tunechi, yeah that nigga nice, shout out to Nicki man that ass tight
Them eyebrows? Man them shits is yikes
OVO, you overdosed screamin' YOLO no I live TWICE ooops hahahaha

[Hook: Chief Keef]
A fuck nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
A snitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
A bitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
Sneak disser, that’s that shit I don’t like

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
They smile in my face is what I don’t like
They steal your whole sound that’s a soundbite
The media crucify me like they did Christ
They want to find me not breathin’ like they found Mike
A girl’ll run her mouth only out of spite
But I never hit a woman never in my life
I was in too deep like Mekhi Phifer
In that pussy so deep I could have drowned twice
Rose gold Jesus piece with the brown ice
Eatin’ good, vegetarian with the brown rice
Girls kissin’ girls, cause it’s hot right?
But unless they use a strap-on then they not dykes
They ain’t about that life, they ain’t about that life
We hangin’ out that window it’s about to be a Suge night
Free Bump J, real nigga for life
Shoutout to Derrick Rose, man that nigga nice
Shout out to L-E-P, J Boogie right?
Chief Keef, King Louis, this is Chi, right?

[Hook: Chief Keef]
A fuck nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
A snitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
A bitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
Sneak disser, that’s that shit I don’t like
Don’t like, like, don’t like, like
A snitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like

[Verse 4: Chief Keef]
Fake Gucci, that’s that shit I don’t like
Smokin’ on this dope, higher than a kite
This bitch gon’ love me now, she gon’ let me pipe
Screaming Sosa, that’s that nigga that I like
I don’t want relations, I just want one night
Cause a thirsty bitch, that’s the shit that I don’t like
I got tats up on my arm, cause this shit is life
And I spend on a bunch of clothes, cause I’m livin’ life
I come up on the scene, and I’m stealin’ light
Bitch I’m high off life, got me feelin’ right
Bitch I’m Chief Keef, fuck who don’t like
And bitch we GBE, we just gon’ cite

[Hook]

[Verse 5: Big Sean]
We are not one and the same, nigga I’m fuckin’ insane, fuck is you sayin’?
Yo ass been doin’ the same, shit, not doin’ what you sayin’
Dang, I told yo old bitch she was fuckin’ a lame, turn one ho to a train
Blow, blang, my niggas holdin’ that pain, I just hope you been praying
Bang bang, ridin’ for my niggas and that’s for life
High class I’m just surrounded by these low-lives
And I run this bitch like it’s no lights
Goin’ hard the whole night cause I ain’t goin’ back to my old life, I promise

[Verse 6: Jadakiss]
I done sold purple, I done sold white
Running outta work, that’s that shit I don’t like
She never let me hit it, she gave me dome twice
She blowin’ up my phone, that’s that bitch I don’t like
Nah, jean jacket with the sleeves cut
Put the pressure on ‘em just when they think that I eased up
Thirty for the Cuban, ‘nother 30 for the Jesus
Believe in ourselves when nobody else believed us, suckers

[Hook]

I Love You (Team Breezy) lyrics - Chris Brown

[Verse 1]
I know everybody on
This planet wished that they had you
I feel so blessed baby
It’s an honor to know I got you
I know every man
Probably told you that he loved you
This ain't no ordinary love song
No this ain't no ordinary love song

[Pre-Chorus]
So I'mma say it in the stadium
Scream it like an anthem
Say it from a mountain top
Sing it like a favorite song
I'mma put my cards on the table for you

[Chorus]
Cause I love you oh
And baby there's nothing in the world
That I won't do for you
Oh I love you oh
I gotta tell you about a million trillion times
Baby you're the best thing in my life

[Verse 2]
Put your hand on my heart
Can't you feel that boom boom boom?
Only one reason that it beats is for you
But in this love game baby I play the fool
But this is no ordinary love song
No this ain't no ordinary love song

[Pre-Chorus]
So I'mma say it in the stadium
Scream it like an anthem
Say it from a mountain top
Sing it like a favorite song
I'mma put my cards on the table for you

[Chorus]
Cause I love you oh
And baby there's nothing in the world
That I won't do for you
Oh I love you oh

I gotta tell you about a million trillion times
Baby you're the best thing in my life

[Bridge]
For once in my life
Once in my life
I can see clear
Cause you open my eyes
For once in my life
Once in my life
No doubt in my mind
You're the only one for me
Baby can't you see? Oh oh, oh oh...
I'm so oh...in love

[Chorus]
Cause I love you oh
And baby there's nothing in the world
That I won't do for you
Oh I love you oh
I gotta tell you about a million trillion times
Baby you're the best thing in my life

I'm Illy lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Teyana Taylor)

[Chris]
Yeah, 09 our year
Mixtape status
Youtube
Teyana Taylor what's good?
C. Breezy in the building
Yeah man,
Let's go in
I'm in the clouds homie, no gas mask
Paper long stack higher than giraffe's ass
Not used to driving spaceships, so I'm landing wrong
On some ugly shit, ET with a bandana on
Dolce book bag, Louie rag, hanging on the right side
Red lightning in my hair, I'm looking on the bright side
Listen to my music, yes, I highly recommend it
But if you ain't messing with it, why the hell you commenting?
And I'm really loving rapping now know I had to get it in
Listening to rappers and some of them sounding feminine
Any stage or any show, I been there or I done it
Too big and these girls run from it
These young niggas here now and we bout to shut it down
My little sister Teyana Taylor and yeah I'm Chris Brown
And ain't no goons with me, go on act silly
Don't forget modafuca I'm illy

[Teyana]
I guess the magazine's just ain't enough
Still wanna play wit us
When dat beat get murdered right away you know they say its us
Blog sites, web sites, they all know I'm dead nice
Porsche at the red light, you hardern chicks is dead tight,
Money steady generatin, haters give me inspiration,
Swagged out generation, got ya child board skatin,
MOB so solid, Ray Bans so poppin
Multi colored finger nails, cranberry phone posse
Killin every beat I touch, pardon every thing I say, pen game, whip game
I just bought a car today
Jealous of my one of a kind swag, yah dumb match
Shorty tried to copy and paste my style she's dumb gas
Scared of nobody, I push it to the limit, you rap chicks is burnin
Here's a number to a clinic, Cb is here with me, get familiar with the movement,
Neglect every instrumental I use my body and abuse it.

[Chris]
Alexander McClean Jeans, I'm on that mean shit
Super sweet 16 clean my magazine clip em, yeah you a hata now
Check check out my gators now, rockin goose downs
And wit a belt crocodile
Can't forget my fur coat, shawty named mer-low
And she mad wild, and I love it and like the way it purr yo
2012 yeah I'm rockin new demins wit the tempertaure control all in dem.

[Teyana]
Yeahhhh. I'm gone go hard flo hard, every time I spit is after par
You know I show off lyrics is impeccable, you know I'm gone act a full
Yo he and I a model swag wide three two cool
Yeah my block is forty left, you know we don't play no games
Timberland hard denims wife beat swag flames
Harlem is my birthplace, La where my work lay
Haters check my profile naw this ain't myspace, ohhww.

Leave Broke lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Famous Fresh)

[Chris Brown:]
She working that pole, she so unbelievable
She outta control, up and down, unbelievable
She be working that body, I'm a leave broke
Throwing 1s, 5s, 10s, 20s, 100s, I'm a leave broke
Working that pole, she so unbelievable
She outta control, up and down, unbelievable
She be working that body, I'm a leave broke
Throwing 1s, 5s, 10s, 20s, 100s, I'm a leave broke

[Famous Fresh:]
[?]

[Chris Brown:]
She working that pole, she so unbelievable
She outta control, up and down, unbelievable
She be working that body, I'm a leave broke
Throwing 1s, 5s, 10s, 20s, 100s, I'm a leave broke
Working that pole, she so unbelievable
She outta control, up and down, unbelievable
She be working that body, I'm a leave broke
Throwing 1s, 5s, 10s, 20s, 100s, I'm a leave broke

Girl come and pop with a rich nigga
I'm rocking skinny jeans like it make my dick bigger
I pay 100 for that ass, I'm a sick nigga
I'm pouring up the codeine, I don't sip liquor
I'm mad as fuck, nigga balling on a budget
Bitches know that I been balling and I love it
Martian lens, smoking skins and a bucket
Hou-Town with me, come and go two rounds with me, you know a fade is nothing
I got a bitch with a body, call her bass and percussion
With my hands throwing bands, she gon' stand for nothing
You cuffing, you probably working with the man or something
I'm African bands, how my niggas is drumming
And you niggas wanna be like
Smoking weed and flying on a G5
Bust a gun for my niggas on the east side
Nigga sling gold records like bing pies
I love them long nights when you up on the stripper pole
You know all my lil niggas is trained to go
Dark night Lamborghini, red painted in gold
In the Wraith and it feel like a rodeo
I'm throwing 100s and giving them babies, yeah
And if you drink what I drink, you think that I'm crazy

Cause she working that pole, she so unbelievable
She outta control, up and down, unbelievable
She be working that body, I'm a leave broke
Throwing 1s, 5s, 10s, 20s, 100s, I'm a leave broke
Working that pole, she so unbelievable
She outta control, up and down, unbelievable
She be working that body, I'm a leave broke
Throwing 1s, 5s, 10s, 20s, 100s, I'm a leave broke
Leave broke

Let The Blunt Go lyrics - Chris Brown

[Intro: Funk Flex]
Funk Flex, Chris Brown
Who you mad at? Me or yourself

[Chris Brown:]
Gold chain, gold chain
Gettin' money gon' watch this hoes chance
I'm in the party got these bitches off molly and they rollin'
Bitches poppin pills like it's for pain in their eyes I'm the shit
Molly probably fantasizing all about my dick
Only one real nigga take a pic and all you haters
I'm gonna take your bitch

Every nigga in the club see the same hoe
With the same friends all they do is change clothes
Try to bowl and they pussies say their lane closed
If you fuckin' for your rent you a lame hoe
Oops, yeah I said that
Half ya'll niggas in here frontin where your bread at?
ahhhhhh, gon' stutter rap
Thought so can't do it like this broke nigga

[2x] If you say you got to work
why you in the club hoe?
Hell no you can't smoke my drugs hoe
Now you in the club tryin' to fuck no love hoe
How you do that there?
bitch let the blunt go

Too many cars a parade when I pull up
Glass jaw, catch a fade that's a chin up
If you ain't loookin I'm gonna eat your hoe for dinner
She said she's a virgin but I fucked her in Virginia
I ate her at the Supper club
Bad bitches at Greystone
but the just some runner ups
Now every nigga in here
seeing if you tryin' to fuck
And every nigga in here schemin' gon' try your luck
I'm A-1, no steak sauce nigga
they spray dumb it's like ratatatat cross your baseball cap
A couple hoes in your face like jason

Every nigga in the club see the same hoe
With the same friends all they do is change clothes
Try to bowl and they pussies say their lane closed
If you fuckin' for your rent you a lame hoe
Oops, yeah I said that
Half ya'll niggas in here frontin where your bread at?
ahhhhhh, gon' stutter rap
Thought so can't do it like this broke nigga

[2x] If you say you got to work
why you in the club hoe?
Hell no you can't smoke my drugs hoe
Now you in the club tryin' to fuck no love hoe
How you do that there?
bitch let the blunt go

Every nigga in the club see the same hoe
With the same friends all they do is change clothes
Try to bowl and they pussies say their lane closed
If you fuckin' for your rent you a lame hoe
Oops, yeah I said that
Half ya'll niggas in here frontin where your bread at?
ahhhhhh, gon' stutter rap
Thought so can't do it like this broke nigga

[2x] If you say you got to work
why you in the club hoe?
Hell no you can't smoke my drugs hoe
Now you in the club tryin' to fuck no love hoe
How you do that there?
bitch let the blunt go

Love Me No More lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Kid Ink)

[Kid Ink:]
Said I ain't even gotta say shit
You know who I'm talking to
Said I ain't even gotta say shit

[Chris Brown:]
Baby you know, that I cry all these tears for you
No one compares to the smile you make when
When I hit it, taste that kitty
I ain't even gotta say shit
Ten girls in the back seat nigga I'm with it
She broke my heart, I guess she's a superstar now
When all I really needed was your love

[Chorus - Chris Brown:]
She don't wanna love me no more
She said I was doing too much
And now I'm all alone with nobody
I might as well roll up
I'm tired of fighting, already been down that road
And she don't wanna love me no more
She don't wanna love me no more

[Kid Ink:]
She don't wanna love me no more
All her shit parked front at the front door
How the hell did we get here so damn fast?
Foot to the gas tryin' to cover your nose
Stop sniffing around still ain't gonna find nothing
Acting like Sherlock Holmes or something
They say love don't cost a thing
But I can see change girl keep it one hunnid
If you really wanna leave
If you really wanna go, you gotta make it through me
I ain't doing this alone
Think I'm going insane and it usually turns you on but right now

[Chorus]

Love Rocket lyrics - Chris Brown

I'm fly in the sky,
Outer space our satellites
Wanna take a, a little ride
On your rocket yeah yeah your rocket

Heading for the milky way a big surprise,
Looking for the sugar rush I,
Are you the guy?
Delighted, if was invited.
So tell me how bout it yeah

Definition of a freak yeah,
Lets do something crazy yeah,
I want you and you want meeee
And i don't need

[Chorus]
Your chain your bling
It don't mean shit to me
Just keep your money in your pocket
Everything up in here out
No fake I.D
Just keep it real with me
You know you want me
Boy just stop it
Let me hop on your love rocket
nooooooooow
Let me hop on your love rocket
nooooooooow
Let me hop on your love rocket

How do, I say to you
That you are my one and only
Never leave me lonely
Put your body on me
And hold me close yeah
Lets take off to a place we never been
And make love all night till the morning

Me girls tell me get him now
Me have to catch him now
Me say me want to see you comfortable anything to make you smile

And make you smile
And make you smile
I said me want to see you comfortable and make you smile
And make you smile
And make you smile
But I don't need to much

[Chorus]
Your chain your bling
It don't mean shit to me
Just keep your money in your pocket
Everything up in here I own it
No fake I.D
Just keep it real with me
You know you want me
Boy just stop it
Let me hop on your love rocket
nooooooooow
Let me hop on your love rocket
nooooooooow
Let me hop on your love rocket
Oooooh Oooooh
Whooooa Whoooa
Wadada dang
Wadadadada dang
Wadada dang
Da dang dang dang

Me have to see-E
Me have to see us go up
Me have to see-E
Me have to see us go up
Our rocket ship go up
Our rocket ship go up
Our rocket ship go up yeah

Love the rocket love love the rocket
Love the rocket love love the rocket
Love the rocket love love the rocket

Love, love
Love, love (yeeaaah)

[Chorus]
Your chain, your bling
It don't mean shit to me
Just keep your money in your pocket
Everything up in here I own it
No fake I.D
Just keep it real with me
You know you want me
Boy just stop it
Let me hop on your love rocket
noooooow
Let me hop on your love rocket
noooooow
Let me hop on your love rocket

Your chain, your bling
It don't mean shit to me
Just keep your money in your pocket
Everything up in here I own it
No fake I.D
Just keep it real with me
You know you want me
Boy just stop it
Let me hop on your love rocket
noooooow
Let me hop on your love rocket
noooooow
Let me hop on your love rocket

Loyal (DJ Tedsmooth Remix) lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. The LOX)

Who y'all talkin to man?

[Sheek Louch (Chris Brown) {DJ Tedsmooth}]
Uh Uh! L.O.X. (Yeah! Let me see!)
You know we had to do this right? REMIX! {TED SMOOTH! STRAIGHT FACE! U REMEMBER!!!}

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch {Chris Brown}]
Hey! Feelin like I just got signed (Yeah!)
Feelin like these hoes all mine
Ha! But I know they ain’t loyal (Uh Uh)
If I leave ‘em out too long they’ll spoil {Ohhh}
Oh-Oh-Oh! I can tell she want a though though (Ha!)
Burner on me mad ice in my hublot
WOO! Had to take her to my other crib
Never bring her ‘round where my baby live
Pop bottles get a dutch let’s burn up
Fuck a movie all she wanna do is turn up (Turn up)
She just wanna come to my shows
I’d done did everything but trust these hoes

[Chorus: Chris Brown {Sheek Louch}]
When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (ohhh)
These hoes ain't loyal... (I got a story to tell) {REMIX} (whoooa)
Those hoes ain't loyal...

[Verse 2: Styles P {Chris Brown}]
Let the pound cake and the clear wax oil you (haha)
Used to sling girl out aluminum foil
Got your bitch out like she just got boiled (ha!)
Man she want me to play with her
I just lit up a J with her {yeah}
Now she want me to stay with her
Better have four other bitches to lay with her (better)
Cause my wife gon' kill me (kill me)
Got five bitches to hit she might feel me {ohhh}
But them hoes ain’t loyal (uh-uh)
Get down and dirty somethin' like soil (nope)
You a rich nigga, they foil you
You a broke nigga won’t call you

[Chorus: Chris Brown {Sheek Louch}]
When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (ohhh)
These hoes ain't loyal... (I got a story to tell) {REMIX} (whoooa)
These hoes ain't loyal... (yea-yeah - let me see)

[Verse 3: Jadakiss {Chris Brown}]
Stayin out night with the ballers
You a creep you get right to the crawlers (Hmmm)
Thought you was in The Heights with Toya (Yup)
You in the shorts then letting niggas dog ya {Ohhh}
And that’s a fact
I took a rich nigga bitch then I passed her back
We just did a couple shots blew half a sack
Think about it all the time ‘cause her ass was fat {Yeah}
Got you open like a kid in the candy store
Or you stay away from it they just hand you more
They don't own that life, you'll understand me more
You just need to know that her pussy can’t be yours
SUCKA!

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Come on, come on, girl - why you frontin'?
Baby show me something
When I call her, she gon' leave
And I bet that bottom dollar she gon' cheat
Come on, come on, girl - why you frontin'?
Baby show me something
You just spent your ring on her
And it's all for nothing (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (I got a story to tell) (ohhh)
These hoes ain't loyal... (whoooa)
These hoes ain't loyal... (yea-yeah - let me see)
When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (ohhh)
These hoes ain't loyal... (whoooa)
These hoes ain't loyal... (yea-yeah - let me see)

[Outro: Chris Brown]
Yeah! Let me see! Yeah! Let me see!
Yeah! Let me see! (Oh these hoes ain’t loyal) Let me see!

Loyal (East Coast Version) lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Lil Wayne & French Montana)

Young Mula, baby
You thought it was over?

[Verse 1 - Lil' Wayne:]
I wasn't born last night
I know these hoes ain't right
But you was blowing up her phone last night
But she ain't have her ringer nor her ring on last night, oh
Nigga, that's that nerve
Why give a bitch your heart when she'd rather have a purse?
Why give a bitch an inch when she'd rather have nine?
You know how the game goes
She be mine by half time, I'm the shit, oh
Nigga, that's that nerve
You all about her, and she all about hers
Birdman Junior in this bitch, no flamingos
And I done did everything, but trust these hoes
(CB fuck with me!)

[Chris Brown:]
When a rich nigga want ya
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya
These hoes ain't loyal
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

[Verse 2 - Chris Brown:]
Just got rich
Took a broke nigga bitch
I can make a broke bitch rich
But I don't fuck with broke bitches

Got a white girl with some fake titties
I took her to Dubai with me
Eyes closed, smoking marijuana
Rolling up that Bob Marley
I'm a rasta
She wanna do drugs,
Smoke weed, get drunk
She wanna see a nigga trapped
She wanna fuck all the rappers

[Chorus:]
When a rich nigga want you (want you baby)
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (nothing no)
These hoes ain't loyal (no they ain't)
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

[Verse 3 - Chris Brown:]
Black girl with a big booty
If she a bad bitch, let's get to it right away
We up in this club
Bring me the bottles
I know girl, that you came in this bitch with your man
That's a no no girl
All this money in the air
I wanna see you dance

Just got rich
Took a broke nigga bitch
I can make a broke bitch rich
But I don't fuck with broke bitches

[Chorus:]
When a rich nigga want you (want you baby)
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (no, nothing)
These hoes ain't loyal
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

[Verse 4 - French Montana:]
With ciroc in the system
Ain't no telling will I fuck them, will I diss them
That's what they be yelling, I'm a pimp by blood
No relation, I don't chase 'em, I replace 'em
LVs, Hermes, Dolces
Them hoes ain't loyal. Man, they rotate
School me to the game, now I know my duty
Put her in a Lotus
She was riding in a hoopty
Fuck that bitch
I got my own hoe
Fuck your weed
I got my own smoke
Had to put my mink back on
Tell that bitch
Put a ring back on
Montana

[Chris Brown:]
Come on, come on, girl
Why you frontin'?
Baby show me something
When I call her, she gon' leave
And I bet that bottom dollar she gon' cheat
Come on, come on, girl
Why you frontin'?
Baby show me something
You just spent your bread on her
And it's all for nothing

[Chorus:]
When a rich nigga want you (want you baby)
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (can't do nothing for you)
These hoes ain't loyal
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

When a rich nigga want you (want you baby)
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya
These hoes ain't loyal (they be playing games)
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

Yeah, let me see
Yeah-h, let me see
Let me see

These hoes ain't loyal
Let me see

Loyal (West Coast Version) lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Lil Wayne & Too Short)

[Intro: Lil Wayne & Chris Brown]
YOUNG MULA, BABY!

(Haha, you thought it was over?)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I wasn't born last night
I know these hoes ain’t right
But you was blowing up her phone last night
But she ain’t have her ringer nor her ring on last night, oh
Nigga, that’s that nerve
Why give a bitch your heart
When she rather have a purse?
Why give a bitch your inch
When she rather have nine?
You know how the game goes
She be mine by half time, I’m the shit, oh
Nigga, that’s that nerve
You all about her, and she all about hers
Birdman Junior in this bitch, no flamingos
And I done did everything but trust these hoes
(CB fuck with me!)

[Hook: Chris Brown]
When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya
These hoes ain’t loyal
These hoes ain’t loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Just got rich
Took a broke nigga’s bitch
I can make a broke bitch rich
But I don’t fuck with broke bitches

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Got a white girl with some fake titties
I took her to the bay with me
Eyes closed smoking marijuana
Rolling up that Bob Marley, I’m a rasta
She wanna do drugs, smoke weed, get drunk
She wanna see a nigga trap
She wanna fuck all the rappers

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Black girl with a big booty
If she a bad bitch, let’s get to it (right away)
We up in this club
Bring me the bottles
I know girl, that you came in this bitch with your man
That’s a no-no girl
All this money in the air
I wanna see you dance

[Bridge]

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Too Short]
A nigga fell in love
Turn into a woosy
24-7 he was eating that pussy
But these hoes ain't faithful
A nigga like me will have your bitch on tape though
I been knowing not to trust these hoes
I get bread, get head, and fuck these hoes
In that order
Don't switch it around
Relationships change, it's so different now
No high-school sweetheart
These bitches pimpin'
All these opinions
Women on women
Lickin' them titties
Sex in the city
Hella "Instagram likes" but you ain't pretty
Bitch!

[Verse 5: Chris Brown]
Come on, come on, girl
Why you fronting?
Baby show me something
When I call her, she gon’ leave
And I bet that bottom dollar she gon’ cheat
Come on, come on, girl
Why you fronting?
Baby show me something
You done spent your bread on her
And it’s all for nothing

[Hook]

M.F.T.R. (Remix) lyrics - Chris Brown

[Chorus:]
Creep up on these niggas, creep up on these niggas
Speak up on it, nigga, speak up on it, nigga
Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything
Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything
Gon make it bang, gon make it bang
Getting followed by them hollows, gon make it bang
Niggas ain't been to church in a minute
But it's funny how that TEC make a nigga get religious
Amen, amen, hey
Waving at these niggas, hey
Start waving at these niggas, amen, hey
Waving at these niggas, hey

[Verse:]
Sawed off shotty, Reebok pump a nigga
I Kirk out for them Franklins, I stomp a nigga
Virginia mind, I dump on em and throw the gun away
The shoe fits weird, nigga, now run them Penny Hardaways
You can't have a conscience when you a God, nigga
What the fuck is a city to a Godzilla?
Okay, now everybody tough, everybody buff
Tell you, Shoot at they feet, and watch them double Dutch
Oh, no, then dance, little nigga, dance, little nigga
You by yourself now, what's the plan, little nigga?
Gon make it bang, go and make it bang
Pusha just want the money, I'm taking everything
Hand me the ratchet, put everything in the basket
All of the paper and plastic, hollows, I'm giving them out
Run in your house, sticking a gun in your mouth
Niggas turn religious when they staring at the devil
Pull that trigger, chopper Rocky like I'm playing heavy metal, ah

[Chorus]

Mixtape Shit lyrics - Chris Brown

[Intro]
I on need no niggas in my section
All bitches all bitches all bitches all bitches uhh
I on need no niggas in my section
All bitches all bitches all bitches all bitches uhh

[Verse]
Higher than the moon, nigga what up
Yeah I hear em woofing, yo nigga need shut up
While I'm in the pussy, face down and the butt up
You ain't shit to her, but me I'm just a fucked up
Fuck a handshake nigga we ain't brothers
From that westsidee, where they repping for their colors
Talking big shit, cause my dick will make you shut up
All over your face like it's butter, nut up
Right now, make her scream my name and pipe her way down
That's the only reason bitch, give a nigga a wipe down
24 inches I'm on the road, my niggas smoking on that loud
Bitches tryna front, I'm blow they back out
I ain't thinking bout it, nigga walking past you
Bitch smell my blunt and says she like my tattoo's
I'm that dude, I slang wood, that bamboo
But when she drop it on the dick she a damn fool

[Chorus]
I on need no niggas in my section
All bitches all bitches all bitches all bitches uhh
I on need no niggas in my section
All bitches all bitches all bitches all bitches uhh
All these bitches ion wanna see no niggas,
All these bitches ion wanna see no niggas,
Really really though, all these bitches
I on want no niggas
Cause the real niggas posted up already with us

[Verse 2]
It's a habit in the club I'd imagine
Fucking with these ratchets, no purses
They got baskets it's a handout
Bitching high feening, guess they addicts
And I ask them [?]
Are you in like Patrick
Playing with the pussy like its madden
Fly like a dragon
If one says she likes me then they all bandwagon
She's a leading ass ho but they pretty like a pageant
She said she let me cut, I got to stabbing
For real though

[Chorus]
I on need no niggas in my section
All bitches all bitches all bitches all bitches uhh
I on need no niggas in my section
All bitches all bitches all bitches all bitches uhh
All these bitches ion wanna see no niggas,
All these bitches ion wanna see no niggas,
Really really though, all these bitches
I on want no niggas
Cause the real niggas posted up already with us

[Verse 3]
Ice cold so a nigga still chilling
She ain't popped a pill, so I'ma eat her with my grill in
Damn let me dig in, I call it a fillin
Poking on that pussy I am not a syringe
I got the fliest of friends
We ain't thinking bout no air miles
Niggas setting trends just look at there hair styles
Yeah, I fuck once then I fuck twice
Fuck that... I be fucking that bitch every night
Snow bunnies cause I like my bitches very white
Go and catch a flight, get this pipe into paradise huhh
Who said something bout paradise?
Girl drop that ass, [?]
Like Barry White
Gotta stop staring at my yeezy's
I gotta em for the [?]
I said I'm cool, no I'm breezy
Twenty five hundred dollar tip
Leave that bitch cheesy
I gave that to shit to you for a reason, believe me

[Chorus]
I on need no niggas in my section
All bitches all bitches all bitches all bitches uhh
I on need no niggas in my section
All bitches all bitches all bitches all bitches uhh
All these bitches ion wanna see no niggas,
All these bitches ion wanna see no niggas,
Really really though, all these bitches
I on want no niggas
Cause the real niggas posted up already with us

My Friend lyrics - Chris Brown

What was I thinking?
Packing up and leaving
Now that you're wiser
I'm ashamed, yeah yeah
I can't even cry
Anxiety at night
Can't make up excuses
Gotta face the music

When I see you, my friend
When I see you, my friend

If I said I missed you
Would you say the same?
Or if I said I love you
Would you simply walk away?
Thought we'd grow together
But every day we're further
Thought I did the right thing
But deep inside I'm dying

When I see you, my friend
When I see you, my friend
See you again
See you again, my friend
Girl, you know you wanna see me again
You're the greatest, forever my baby, my friend
Cause you will always be my friend

Nobody's Perfect lyrics - Chris Brown

You and I too sweet not just beautiful
Cause you follow your heart
It makes even more special that you don't know how damn lovely you are
I would kiss a mirror every single day
If I wake up with your face
What are all these doubts fall spinning in your head
Don't you look so sad

Won't you come right here
Set the mind off you
Nobody nobody nobody's perfect but you yeah
You mean the world to me
I can’t believe you’re true
Cause nobody nobody nobody’s perfect but you

[beat break]

Nobody nobody, nobody nobody
Nobody nobody, nobody nobody
Nobody nobody, nobody’s perfect but you

When you stand close to me I get paralyzed
I forget how to breath
Every place is the sake, ain't it feel so wrong
Every time that you leave
You catch me when I'm falling
You bring me back to life
When I'm dying you rise
What are all these doubts fall spinning in your head
Don't you look so sad

Won't you come right here
Set the mind off you
Nobody nobody nobody's perfect but you yeah
You mean the world to me
I can’t believe you’re true
Cause nobody nobody nobody’s perfect but you

[beat break]

Nobody nobody, nobody nobody
Nobody nobody, nobody nobody
Nobody nobody, nobody’s perfect but you

Yeah You mean the world to me
Nobody nobody, nobody’s perfect but you

Won't you come right here
Set the mind off you
Nobody nobody nobody's perfect but you yeah
You mean the world to me
I can’t believe you’re true
Cause nobody nobody nobody’s perfect but you