Real One lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga feat. Boosie Badazz)

Yeah
Give a fuck about ya nigga, baby
That nigga weak

[Tyga:]
Aye baby, you baby
That's some good pussy we can make a new baby
Fuck you in the Maybach, fuck a room baby
I use my tongue, use your mouth, watch your tooth baby
Dick ain't proper got a lot of bodies
And the house game Hilton, got a lot of lobbies
Bitches overnight it, what you know 'bout it?
T-Raww whip out, tap out

[Pre-Hook - Chris Brown:]
I got 'em all hooked like drugs
And all them tryin' to fuck with a young nigga
Pulled up to the club like what
Straight to V.I.P
Double cuppin' I stay too turned up
Cause we poppin' bottles in here
Baby I'm just tryin' to party, yeah
Cause I'm the man of the year

[Hook - Chris Brown:]
I'm tryin' to get a little buzz
Party poppin' and a nigga spendin' money
Hope I get fucked up
I see your girl lookin' over, at me
She wanna turn up
I can tell by the look in her face
That she ain't happy with you, nigga
And I can bet that I'm gon' get her
And I don't, I don't really care if, if you gotta man
You over there starin', at me, at me, yeah
Guess your nigga too lame, huh?
Girl I bet you want a real one, yeah
You want a real one, yeah
You want a real one

[Chris Brown:]
Girl I know you wanna jump up on it right there, right there
Cause everybody in the club gettin' faded
A hundred thousand dollar tab, I'mma pay it
Girl the party's jumpin', DJ's bumpin' my shit, oh yeah
Got everybody in the club lookin' at us
I'm at the top I just climbed up the ladder, real shit
Girl you givin' me the screw face
I know them bitches hatin' you, yeah they two-faced
I know he told you not to drink but what do you say?
I know he tryin' to lock you down like me and Boosie
Fuck that nigga, my middle finger up
Fuck a rap nigga, you just want a singer, huh?
I'm with this shit and you love it
Go on and twerk some for me

[Hook]

[Boosie Badazz:]
Turn, turn, turn, turn up
Stop stuntin' that nigga
We straight I got more money than that nigga
She ain't loyal cause he ain't me
Go to jail she gon' need me like [?]
She want a real one, oh she want some
Look at all this money over here, she want some
She ain't thirsty
But when you that bad every chick need bags and purses
Scorpio says girl my tongue on her
[?] me all day we just press record
Ten million in two months, God bless me girl
You over there starin', next me girl
Them hotties is flockin' it's three in the mornin'
Them bodies is poppin' she's feelin' the moment
She gotta man, I ain't worried about that
Got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta respect

[Chris Brown:]
And I don't, I don't really care if, if you gotta man
You over there starin', at me, at me, yeah
Guess your nigga too lame, huh?
Girl I bet you want a real one, yeah
You want a real one, yeah
You want a real one

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Bitches N Marijuana lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga feat. Schoolboy Q)

[Chorus - Chris Brown:]
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches n marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you a problem
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches n marijuana
I got 'em, I got 'em
Ooh, she bad, she don't do it for free
I got em, I got em
Got bitches n marijuana

[Tyga:]
T-ballin', globetrotter
Got a bunch of pre-rolls and a gold lighter
Think you on fire? You gon' need more fire
I tell her that's all you get like Street Fighter
Nah, walk with me, talk to me
That body cold, chess game like a pawn to me
She wanna ride with me, kick it and vibe with me
I got that long clip, fall asleep to the movie
Motherfuckin' goonies, Cartier rubies
Coupe, no top, yeah I took off the Kufi
I'm high, I'm woozie, D'usse, I'm doosing
I might just be right with my bitch in Jacuzzi
Right, nigga, gettin' right, nigga
I'ma knock that pussy out, fight night, nigga
I'mma light it up, pass it to the right nigga
Our bitches at the crib, don't invite niggas

[Chorus]

[Chris Brown:]
Pull up, got the fat sack
With some clean motherfuckers, no hood rats
Yeah we suited and booted, you know your bitch 'bout to toot it
She want love from a nigga, that's a heart attack, Yack!
Loud pack, give me all of that
Don't be sending naked pics cause my phone tapped
Black Mas, duffel bag and a hundred racks
I don't snitch but I could show you where the money at, me nigga
It's right here
Got girls and they all on my lap, they with me nigga
Hell yeah
You see the Lambo parked in the trap, that's me nigga
I own it while you living on a lease nigga
I'm known to keep my bitches on a leash nigga
I smoke it by the pound what you talking 'bout
I dick your bitch down then I walk it out

[Chorus]

[ScHoolboy Q:]
Grimy nigga way too groovy for the Grammys
Overseas collecting panties, poppin' Xanies
Young nigga, hundred grand for the gram, hot damn
Hit the curb with the Benz, swerve
Rollie do no ticky do the blingy
I spending hundreds, all the fifties
Word around the city I'm that nigg-y
But this month I made a milli
Another month, another milli, man that shit be gettin' silly
Man, bitch you looking silly
Why you broke, go get a check
And when you fly, who need a jet
She wanna move out to the west
She want them diamonds on her neck
And palm trees in the yard, wanna be's with a star
And get the keys to the car huh
And wanna lick on every scar huh
My money good, shit we buying off the bar right now, right now
Who got the weed right now, right now

[Chorus]
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She Goin' Up lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga)

[Chris Brown:]
Now usually I don't do this
But a nigga wanna trip so I'ma take a nigga's bitch
Yeah, got 200 on the dash
A couple hundreds in my pocket but my credit card rich
Every night is somethin' different
I started poppin' pills with no prescription
24/7 on a mission
I'm the man with these bitches, if you watchin', pay attention
You shoulda left her in the kitchen
Now she cookin' up my mama's favorite dishes
She used to kiss it for you, now she swallow me
Now she missin', got your nigga reminiscin'
Why you textin'? She complainin', you be stressin'
With your weak ass cuffin', said she feel like she arrested
I told her, "do better", said she's open for suggestions
I said, "Come over to the crib and put your panties on my dresser"
And I don't really care
I know shit gon' hit the fan like a booty in the air
I'm with her, fuckin' up the sheets now
If your nigga bring his ass over here he gettin' beat down
Pause, nigga don't act like we boys
I bought a strap from a d-boy, my trap house got three floors
Better not fuck around with me, boy
That bullet wound going keloid, why you mad, nigga?

[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Got your girl goin' up, goin' up right now
She be rockin' diamonds, fuckin' with designer
Red bottoms up right now
Got a nigga mad cause she seen your bitch chose up
Not you, made her life, brand new
She actin', brand new
Your girl goin' up, goin' up right now

[Tyga:]
Pussy open, yours two doors
Legs up like Aventador
Raw nigga to the core
Money long, boy broke niggas gon' snore
And I'm fresh out the store
I just bought it cause I'm bored
All up on the news in my new girl couture
They don't sell that at Nordstroms, imported, important
Tax out the border, the cash flow enormous
Dubai and endorsements, sources and foursomes
Got a bad bitch, so she touring, I got money on my lap
Pistol on my back, steaks on my tab
Fuck you know about that? 500 hundred on the Lamb'
Goin' up, yeah, I'm pourin' up
She took too much, now she throwin' up
Came out the top and I'm blazin'
Worldwide, nigga, it's amazin'

[Hook]

[Chris Brown:]
Screamin' loud, they gon' call the popos on us
She putting shit up her nose, she in love with the coco
Dámelo that ass goin' loco
And I ain't gon' interrupt her dancin'
Cause she turnin' up right now
Do your thing, we gon' party all night long, baby
I'ma do what he won't do
I bet he won't sing to you
He ain't even got a ring for you
I got you, girl
I'ma make you hit them notes
When I'm in and out, baby don't let go

[Hook]
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Wrong In The Right Way lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga)

[Hook - Chris Brown:]
It's 'bout to go down (Oh yeah)
Baby, you're gonna get your wish tonight
Lay it down, right here
Scream my name, baby I love you
Wherever you are, I'll be right by your side tonight
If you wearing panties taking 'em of, yeah
Imma do it wrong in the right way.

[Verse 1 - Chris Brown:]
(Okay, haha, look)
Now Imma do you wrong, in the right way
Fucking with the lights on, know you had a long day
Hold you nigga down, girl I fuck with you the long way
Pull up to your college, then I fuck you in the hallway
Real nigga, all day
You know I don't fuck with fakes
Said she on her period, she told me just to fuck her face
Real bitch, trill bitch, someone I could deal with
Feds try to run up in my crib, she hit the kill switch
She would never let me down, only wanna lift me up
When I got locked down in county, she was there to pick me up
Mind her business, know wussup
Purple sprite, she pour it up
Even bought a pound for a nigga, 'bout to roll it up
If the lights off in the club, niggas still gon' notice her
Gave my bitch my Lamborghini, nigga get your motor up
When I get that ass in my bed, Imma bust her head open
Her legs stroaking, got the whole bed soaking

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Tyga:]
You got that work, that pussy purr
That Lambo driver, she ride it, for sure
My chauffeur, know wussup, it's yours
I mean hers, she can concur
Baddest thing on this Earth
Let me take my time, Imma lick it first
Imma make it hurt, put it in the dirt... mmm
That's some crazy ass shit for you
And you know I got this hit for you, put this dick on you
Enjoy you, and I spoil you
Back and forth, in and out, no backing off
My shit don't harp, My lover love real don't dissolve
Bitches ain't loyal, one love
But they hot and cold
I swerve that deuce on 'em, baby like this dick cold
T-Raww got that flame doe
She want burgers in Bordeaux, stop giving that 'cause she mine doe
In this game you gotta find hope
I'm young and kingin', so you know what it is...

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Chris Brown:]
Let me kiss that body, when I get excited
When you scream my name, when you hit the notes
You gon' sound melodic
Baby girl just ride it
Show me something they can't see
Fuck me like you angry, playin' all of that K-Ci & Jojo
Them slow jams, we hold hands
Do that there like a stripper, on my dick she pole dance (Oh no)
It's going down, going down babe
Put it in reverse, flip it around babe
Yeah, 'cause we're one on one
Busting round after round like a gun
Doing all that freaky shit to me
I love the way you put it down babe
I like it, when I'm in and out, and you're making them sounds babe
And I want some more, it's about to go down

[Hook]

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Bunkin' lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga feat. Jay 305 & T.I.)

[Intro - Chris Brown:]
100, keep this shit 100
100

[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Yeah, my bitch she bunkin'
She went from nothing now she somthing
My bitch bunkin'
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin'
I taught her how to whip a key
Now my trap jumpin'
She bring that dough to me how I want it
In fifties, hundreds, all that
Money is money, my nigga
Even small stacks
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga
I throw that cash in the air
This shit feel great, my nigga

[Verse 1 - Jay 305:]
(I don't know if you know
How it feel to ride out in sunset watching the sunset
California, Los Angeles my nigga
Whats happen though?)
My bitch grind
My boo now know I'm thugging
I'm from the Slums
She know I'm in the streets, she hold my guns
Ain't seen my P.O. in weeks
Fuckin' months
Told her hold my spot down I'm on the run
I got my motherfucking J's on
Finna hit Arkansas get these OXYs off
Come back to L.A., wipe my case
Where I'm from it's bang or ball
Fucking bitches like yo misses
Flip em' like a case of raw
Back to to business flipping digits
Splitting switches with my niggas
Came from nothing, from nothing to something
Know my struggle, my momma know I'm thugging
Coming out the county jail smell like public
Yo momma love it, got your main bitch
On my side on time, nigga my bitch she bunkin'

[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Yeah, my bitch she bunkin'
She went from nothing now she somthing
My bitch bunkin'
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin'
I taught her how to whip a key
Now my trap jumpin'
She bring that dough to me how I want it
In fifties, hundreds, all that
Money is money, my nigga
Even small stacks
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga
I throw that cash in the air
This shit feel great, my nigga

[Verse 2 - T.I.:]
Now don't it feel great
When you ride through the hood when you known as Bill Gates
With a super bad bitch in a drop Lamborghini
Make a home girl hate
Trap nigga known to have a quarter-mill a day
Proof that selling drugs on the corner still pay
I make a hundred Gs, spend 40 on ki's
Put the rest away just in case I caught a real case
And I ain't gon' stop
Teaching you the shit that you ain't know about
Stop cuffing that bitch, like she ain't no thot
Racks on that ass, think it ain’t gon drop?
Even if not, bet the brain on fire
Nigga 14 years I remain on fire
Men do, women too but the game don’t lie
Still up to the same old shit
Bang on the pussy nigga they ain't no shit
Stop playing with the pussy you know you don't want this
Shut the fuck down or yo ass gon get it
In public, it's nothing
I'm right back in my bunkin'
Ain't what you do it's how you does it and we does it cuzin

[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Yeah, my bitch she bunkin'
She went from nothing now she somthing
My bitch bunkin'
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin'
I taught her how to whip a key
Now my trap jumpin'
She bring that dough to me how I want it
In fifties, hundreds, all that
Money is money, my nigga
Even small stacks
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga
I throw that cash in the air
This shit feel great, my nigga

[Verse 3 - Tyga:]
Make me harder, miss your daughter
She just wanna lay and party
Be my naughty girl in college
Fuck you all the time, I'm tired
Wake up on it it's that
Early morning, tap that wet wet
You know a nigga love breakfast, I'ma bite that
Got money in the mattress where I hide it at
Counting alla that, fuck alla them niggas
They don't know what to do with all that
As a matter fact get on my lap
Put you on the map take you out the trap
From a condo to a larger state
Got double gates, if I catch a case
Will you wait on me and build me up again, if so

[Bridge - Chris Brown:]
Yeah my niggas thuggin', poppin' rubber bands
Money in my hand
Double cuppin' with the Sprite
Mix it up with the Xans
With some zombies here tonight
Slow motion, your bitch choosy
She say "Don't they call you Breezy?"
I told that bitch "I'm out here coolin"
With a hunnid million dollars, got a hunnid on my chain
Got a million dollar body with a hundred dollar brain
Girl your booty like a pumpkin
And my bitch she be bunkin'

[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Yeah, my bitch she bunkin'
She went from nothing now she somthing
My bitch bunkin'
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin'
I taught her how to whip a key
Now my trap jumpin'
She bring that dough to me how I want it
In fifties, hundreds, all that
Money is money, my nigga
Even small stacks
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga
I throw that cash in the air
This shit feel great, my nigga
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It's Yo Shit lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga feat. Wale)

[Verse 1 - Chris Brown:]
Baby tell me if you're ready, ready for the real thing
You got them lining up and running block but you need the real me
And if I get the chance Imma ask you when's the last time you've been satisfied
Give me a chance and I'll show you that I ain't even like them other guys
I'ma wait a bit, before I try to kiss it
I do it different from them others guys I know they be tripping
I know what you want so let's get right out of here
Let's go baby I'm counting all my blessing tonight

[Hook - Chris Brown:]
You saying all the right shit, well girl I like it
I'm going to make this night romantic
I'm going to love you baby
And I know what you've been dreaming about
I'm gonna' take advantage of you
It's yo shit, it's yo shit
(Oh the way you put it on me)
It's yo shit, it's yo shit

[Verse 2 - Tyga:]
Sex on the dresser legs on the leather
Do it so good I might let you rub my necklace
We fucking to record just for the record
Nickname Alexis but you don't push a Lexus
V.I. no ordinary shit
Southern part of Euro spending Euros at the camp
Checks waiting when I land that's money in advanced
Benjamin talk frankly you don't understand me
My repertoire upper echelon
You should tag along, get your girls involved
What we doing here and speaking through your bras
Bra, fuck you hard
I'm a midnight star David, son of God
When you see the headlights like a falling star
Yacht no barge looking like DeBarge
Got a hater so blue liker Marge

[Hook - Chris Brown:]
You saying all the right shit, well girl I like it
I'm going to make this night romantic
I'm going to love you baby
And I know what you've been dreaming about
I'm gonna' take advantage of you
It's yo shit, it's yo shit
(Oh the way you put it on me)
It's yo shit, it's yo shit

[Verse 3 - Wale:]
It's yo shit, it's yo shit
I dope dick her, leave her bow-legged
I'm dope yes I know this
The word is my third leg a bowflex
Time to have sex
Climb inside her 'gina as I'm in my stretch
I'm dipping in the 362 with the 57
Soon as she get in here she pull the flip on the zipper
I'm different with it, I can tickle your kidney with it
Miss me with trash, don't kick it with kitty litter
You see me with CB in the DMV of course
Hit the streets guarantee the women be abroad
Every blue moon, that's EBM for short
The ring and the bling look like Billie Jean Porsche
This that Mike Jack flow
I'mma bite that, spike that, you like now, ghost

[Hook - Chris Brown:]
You saying all the right shit, well girl I like it
I'm going to make this night romantic
I'm going to love you baby
And I know what you've been dreaming about
I'm gonna' take advantage of you
It's yo shit, it's yo shit
(Oh the way you put it on me)
It's yo shit, it's yo shit
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Banjo lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga)

[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo
And all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor

[Chris Brown:]
Pull up, nigga creeping
Colder than a motherfucker
Guess it's ho season (bitch)
Shorty got that ass, baby girl it's nice to meet you
With these lights off, give a fuck about your features
I'm tryna fuck
If it's one on one gimme that eye soap
But if it's two of ya'll I'm a let the dice roll
It's the weekend, I could tell you been freaking
Cause you popping Miley Cyrus and you twerking with your eyes closed
Go figure, skinny nigga with a suit on
Bunch of bad bitches
Yeah, they like me nigga, who don't?
Drop top, everything
We party like the roof gone
A nigga got a problem, blaka-blaka, then we move on (blap)
Tell 'em hold that
If you looking for liquor, better lick up
My liquor zing and you know that
Bitches looking for a sponsorship, cha-ching, cause I sponsor shit
Bitch I throw racks
Fucked up, got me dancing on the floor
Tryna dance in that pussy, tell me when to go
I'm tore up, feeling like I'm 'bout to throw up
One night with me this bitch about to blow up

[Hook x2]

[Tyga:]
Ain't shit but model bitches over here
I'm a nigga with money bitch, let's make that clear
You here with a elf ear, hoes in stock over here
And the price going up by the year
It's a good year, baby on my blimp shit
You too defensive and sensitive, that's on some mental shit
No sense in lingering, can't count on you niggas man
Only count Benjamins, yeah, he my closest friend
My wrist's a risk, ice the bitch
Like it's sprained and shit, I'm the nigga, nigga
Yes he is, the flyest with three yes' is
I take that pussy and ransom it, Mel Gibson that
When I hit the block, better have your banger
That's my babe, she don't talk to strangers
She fold it closed, we ain't gon' ever hang
Beat the box like manana-bing, manana-bang-bang-bang

[Hook x2]

[Chris Brown:]
She was bomb but she wanted me to pay for it
Alley-oop bitch, you know a nigga play whores
I play with pussy, girl you know that I'm a playboy
Clap, clap, clap then she make that booty make noise
Man, she make that ass wobble like a monster
Twerk something, hurt something, damn, I'm a need a doctor
A bitch with some real hair straight up out the projects
And she turn her phone off from all them niggas she be dodging
She ain't loyal, I brought her head
She don't give a fuck about nothing but her bread
But when I dance in that pussy do the running man
While all these other niggas fucking with Juwanna Man
I'm throwing all of this money and I'm advancing these strippers
I got my hand on the pussy, she got her hand on my zipper
She started going to work, my shit got hard as a missile
Then she said she had a twin, I started fucking her sister

[Hook]

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"X" (2014)



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X lyrics - Chris Brown

If you're only as good as the company you keep
Then I'm a blame you for what they say about me
(Free your mind, and let your conscience be free)
When I was by myself I was fast asleep
Since you came around I've been up for weeks
(Free your mind, and let your conscience be free)
Yi-yi-X, I've been with the wrong crowd
I can make you a believer, if I turn the nonsense down
I keep my secrets in a safehouse, better if I don't speak
Devil's tryna tempt me, they just outline my shape out
Place me at the crime scene
I can see from this high up, you ain't got a heart girl
Privacy is for the cheater obviously you're deceiving

[Pre-Hook:]
I know
I know just who you are
You put me on lay away
You just love to heart shop
I think that it's over
I think that it's over

[Hook:]
I swear to God I'm moving on
(Mm, back up)
I ain't go back no more, I ain't go back no more
I ain't go back no more, I ain't go back no more
(I ain't tripping of you you you you)
I ain't go back no more, I ain't go back no more
(I ain't tripping of you you you)
I ain't go back no more, I ain't go back no more

[Bridge:]
You just start a fight, I ain't fighting back I'm cool with it
I, simply came here to party
Why, would I trip off that bullshit, when I'm on that good shit
I swear to God I'm moving on
(Mm, back up)

Substitute love for a better thing
I deal with my pain like a lonely child
I didn't build these walls for you to piss all on my past oh
Go ahead burn it down, I'm a build me another one
All these clouds...

[Pre-Hook]

[Hook]

[Bridge]

[Hook]
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Add Me In lyrics - Chris Brown

Your body's an isosceles
And I'm just tryna try angles
Your love is trigonometry
Just tryna solve the whole equation

[Pre-Hook:]
What's it about you (about you)
I wanna love you
Picking you up, picking you up
So I can touch you
Should we do that? Can I do that? (baby)
Anwsers are usually in the back

[Hook:]
Substitution, add me in
Multiply my love
Is that too much?
Substitution
What's the problem, girl?
Add me in

[Bridge:]
Baby just add me, baby just add me in
Baby just add me, baby just add me in

I'll calculate her home invasion
Divide your legs and count to 3 (3, 2, 1, come on)
He's just not the answer baby
And that's just my hypothesis

[Pre-Hook]

[Hook]

Girl if I said I loved you, I need you
Would you care?
So many things that I could learn
Baby if we do the math, it will equal up to me!

[Hook x2]

[Bridge x2]

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Loyal lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Lil Wayne, Tyga)

[Intro — Lil Wayne & Chris Brown:]
Young mula, baby (let me see)!
Ha ha, you thought it was over?
(let me see)

[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 — Tyga:]
Uh
Rich young nigga
Name got bigger and my change got bigger
So my chains got bigger
Ferrari, Jaguar, switching four lanes
With the top down screaming out, "Money ain't a thing!"
Ha, me and CB in the bay with her
I send her back home so you can lay with her
Okay, let's talk about this ice that I'm carrying
All these karats like I'm a fucking vegetarian
Shout-out Weezy F., keep a red bone wet
Rose Rolex, hoes on deck
She know I got a cheque
Do it too good when she ride that dick
Man I wouldn't trust that bitch
No!

[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 just spent your bread on her
And it's all for nothing

[Hook]
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New Flame lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Rick Ross & Usher)

[Verse 1 — Chris Brown:]
There can be one only you
And, baby, God can never make two
And I know you came here with your crew
But I promise you that it feels like it's just us two, aha.

[Bridge — Chris Brown:]
Oh, I don't know what you had planned to do tonight
But I just wanna be the one to do you right, right
And we're standing here looking at each other, baby, eye to eye
And I'm hoping that you're thinking about leaving with me tonight

[Hook — Chris Brown:]
Who said you can't find love in the club?
'Cause I wanna tell them they're wrong
Come on, just, baby, try a new thing
And let's spark a new flame
You gon' be my baby
Love me, love you crazy
Tell me if you're ready
Baby, come and get it
Try a new thing
And let's spark a new flame

[Verse 2 — Usher:]
I can't believe you came here all alone, baby girl, where's your lover?
Oh, it don't really matter 'cause I got plans to get to know you better, yeah.
[Another version:] Oh, it don't really, matter 'cause I only wanna get to know you better, yeah.
Baby, baby, baby, baby, let's make what we got here last forever
[Another version:] Baby, baby, baby, baby, I can stand and stare at you forever
Girl, 'cause I don't wanna let you go, never

[Bridge:]
Oh, I don't know what you had planned to do tonight
Girl, I just wanna be the one to do you right, right
And we're standing here looking at each other, baby, eye to eye
Baby, I hope that you're thinking about leaving with me tonight

[Hook:]
Who said you can't find love in the club?
'Cause I wanna tell them they're wrong
Come on, just, baby, try a new thing
And let's spark a new flame
You gon' be my, baby
Love me, love you crazy
Tell me if you're ready
Baby, come and get it
Try a new thing
And let's spark a new flame
(You know what time it is, Chris)

[Verse 3 — Rick Ross:]
Home plate, world series, our nigga sliding in her
Baby, I'm a boss, I'm talking George Steinbrenner
Panamera, Yogi Berra, my two-seater Derek Jeter
Got more stripes than all these niggas
Babe Ruth balling in the Beamer
Collar on my Polo, kisses on my necklace
All my diamonds watching, now my watches getting jealous
Smoking on a bomb in my autograph Lebrons
Yeah, she told me I'm the one, that's when I only hit it once

[Hook — Chris Brown:]
Who said you can't find love in the club?
'Cause I wanna tell them they're wrong
Come on, just, baby, try a new thing
And let's spark a new flame
You gon' be my, baby
Love me, love you crazy
Tell me if you're ready
Baby, come and get it
Try a new thing
And let's spark a new flame
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Songs On 12 Play lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Trey Songz)

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
You're a goddess in the bedroom
Devil in them skintights
Drug that, I'm hooked to
But it's ok, I'll be alright
Tried my best to please you
Show you what it means to
Be a victim of love
So turn on that red light, Oh
Turn on that red light
Ooh, eh

[Hook: Chris Brown & Trey Songz]
We gon' be bumping and grinding
Seems like you're ready to sex me, baby, baby
And I'm feeling on your booty, driving me crazy
Half on a baby
Cause' your body's calling me
And with your permission let me start your ignition
Don't you know that you're reminding me
Of a song on 12 play
You're like a song on 12 play

[Verse 2: Trey Songz]
Fuckin' with an R&B thug
You gon' have the greatest sex
Do you mind if I stroke you up
Baby girl, imagine that
Dripping that honey love, I'm a hit it hard from the back
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh - just like that
Do your body like a real freak (have a little private)
Fiesta, fiesta
Somebody's girl is on my body
Naked, shaking
Etcetera, et cetera, et cetera
Hey baby

[Hook]

Ok, foreplay, that's childs play
Making love is my forte
Shots of you when I'm thirsty
Damn right, I'm a eat that pussy
Clothes all in the background
I give a back shot, I don't back down
She likes her hair pulled, that ass slapped around
And the neighbours screaming out
"Keep it down"

Baby turn on the red light tonight
Lil' mama, it'll be alright
I just wanna be all on you
Do it 'til we both can't move
Your body
Your hips, Your ass, girl
Sweat dripping on my body,
Like this my last girl
So tonight

[Hook]

[Outro: Chris Brown & Trey Songz]
Oh na na na na na na, down low, down low
Oh baby, baby, baby, baby baby
Keep it on the down low, down low

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101 (Interlude) lyrics - Chris Brown

You got me doing 101 on the 101
Don't go nowhere baby, don't you run
You got me doing 101 on the 101
Got me speeding for your love

I been waiting for you all day
Stuck in traffic, tryna make it to my baby
I'm tryna go half on a baby
Just wear that sexy shit I like
And I will do you just right
Don't you worry, help is soon on the way
I'll kiss you up
I'll lick you up
I'll stick it up
I'll smack it up
I'll flip it up
I'll pick you up
I'll sex you up
I like it when your bottom up
Your top down, take you down
Won't fuck around
I'll hold you down
I'ma break it down
When I lay you down
Yeah

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Drown In It lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. R. Kelly)

[Verse 1: R. Kelly]
It don't get no better
My tongue writing you letters
Feeling you get wetter
We'll be making love until the morning after
And I can feel your tide slowly rising
As I'm sipping from your water fountain
We gon' flood the bed, take it to the ground
While I'm in your ocean baby, hold my head down

[Hook: Chris Brown & R. Kelly]
I wanna drown in it, drown in it (Yeah, baby)
Drown in it, drown in it (Just take me under)
Drown in it, drown in it (Under your waters, girl)
Drown in it, drown in it
I won't ever come up, oh

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
High heels and your red lips
It's Fahrenheit in here
And I can see a million ways
For me to surfboard between your waves
Baby going up down, all around
Drip drop, don't stop
No umbrella
Playing in your brain, shut it off
Splashing in your deep end
Hydrate me
Oh baby, come sit down right on my face

[Hook: Chris Brown]

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Baby, baby, baby
(Yeah I wanna drown in it)
Baby, baby, baby
(Yeah, I wanna drown in it)
Take me under, babe
(Yeah, I wanna drown in it)
I just wanna tell you

[Verse 3: Chris Brown & R. Kelly]
No price compares to what it's worth and
Your pool is like heaven on Earth
You screaming while I'm touching your spot
Oh girl, I got your water so hot
And I wanna drown in it
I wanna drown in it, babe
I wanna drown in it, baby
All you gotta do is -
Keep filling me up with your juices
Keep it right there baby, don't lose it

[Hook:]
I wanna drown in it, drown in it (Yeah, baby)
Drown in it, drown in it (Girl, just take me under)
I wanna drown in it, drown in it (Under your waters, girl)
Drown in it, drown in it (Swim in your deep, babe)
I wanna drown in it, drown in it (All up in your creek, baby)
Drown in it, drown in it (And I'm not comin' up)
I wanna drown in it, drown in it (Gonna stay right there, baby)
Drown in it, drown in it (Gonna live in there, baby)
I wanna drown in it, drown in it (Right there under your water baby)
Drown in it, drown in it (Just like a male mermaid, babe)
I wanna drown in it, drown in it (Baby, baby, baby, baby)
Drown in it, drown in it (Baby, baby, baby, baby)
I won't ever come up, oh

[Outro: R. Kelly]
I stay thirsty, babe
Yeah
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