[Chris Brown:]
Baby you be on that old shit
I don't need that commotion
Got me heated in the oven
Don't play with the chopper, it's fully loaded
Yeah, driving me crazy, driving me crazy
No one but you, I feel so used, set up
You supposed to be here in this foreign
But you just disappeared like I’m not important
Eh, you're what I need, I need you
Heart on my sleeve, I need you
Oh, you know I need you
You fucked up cause you partying next door
You partying next door
You partying next door
You partying next door
Said you partying, yeah
[Young Blacc:]
She got 4 friends, I hope they go
Double up and bring 4 more
Hennessy and the Patron shots
Make the white girls wanna get low
HoodyBaby, my kin folk and OHB, I kill for
That other party that's next door, we don't fuck with niggas that save hoe
Spanish chicks, they can take dick, black girls love to talk shit
White girls love the foreplay, handstand, make them turn tricks
She took my proposition 'bout the pimping
She know how to flip it, ain't come with interest
She telling a nosey nigga mind his business
Always hating cause they know we winning
Grown man shit, I don't need permission
I don't give a damn if they real sisters
Nigga, I only fuck with them freak hoes
Beast mode, eat the pussy
[Chris Brown:]
Eh, you're what I need, I need you
Heart on my sleeve, I need you
Oh, you know I need you
You fucked up cause you partying next door
You partying next door
You partying next door
You partying next door
Said you partying, yeah
Downgrade, don't feel the same
Got another say a nigga change, really?
Only motherfucker put you in a gang
How the hell you think they know your name? You trifling, you silly
But I keep hoes on deck, what you know 'bout me?
I'm the nigga take your page, yelling OHB
Overhand biscuit, you ain't out my reach
Bitches wanna kiss dick every time I preach
Got the Staples Centre, floor seats
And it's 500 blocks with my OGs
A nigga did a lid in the county
A 100 million dollars, my niggas gon' eat
I stayed fresh, I don't need no stylist
A man the mean on mileage
I don't need co-pilots
OHB, we popping, nigga who gon' stop us?
Eh, you're what I need, I need you
Heart on my sleeve, I need you
Oh, you know I need you
You fucked up cause you partying next door
You partying next door
You partying next door
You partying next door
Said you partying, yeah
Eh, you're what I need, I need you
Heart on my sleeve, I need you
Oh, you know I need you
You fucked up cause you partying next door
Side Piece lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB)
Oh woah, girl, woah, girl, oh woah
Oh baby, you got me
Shaking like 9/11, riding this roller-coaster
Rocking like heavy metal, you thinking I'm fucking
But baby girl when I'm finished you can't even
Come round two, you need a minute
Sing it to her when I kiss it, I got her dripping
Complaining to me saying that a nigga be tripping
But she be cheating and fucking with other niggas
But I be feeling like the only one when I'm with her
Hennessy mixed in with Patron, yeah yeah
I'mma feel that shit in the morning, yeah
I know I need to leave you alone, yeah
But you keep coming around cause you ready to party
And it's a damn shame I feel in love
With a girl that's off
Hennessy mixed in with Patron, yeah yeah
I'mma feel that shit in the morning, yeah
Damn, why the hell did I catch feelings?
Everything ain't always what it seems
Cause you was the girl I thought I saw in my dreams
Now I know how it feels to be the side piece
Let me getting on your level, I'mma take your girl to the crib
I know I'm petty, but boy I know she ready, baby girl you be flexing
I ain't the only nigga in your phone you be texting
She ain't the type that'll hold me down if I arrested
She the type to fuck the enemy, disrespectful
Still ain't learned my lesson
Keep a nigga feeling like the pussy is a blessing
Aw here we go again
Hennessy mixed in with Patron, yeah yeah
I'mma feel that shit in the morning, yeah
I know I need to leave you alone, yeah
But you keep coming around cause you ready to party
And it's a damn shame I feel in love
With a girl that's off
Hennessy mixed in with Patron, yeah yeah
I'mma feel that shit in the morning, yeah
Damn, why the hell did I catch feelings?
Everything ain't always what it seems
Cause you was the girl I thought I saw in my dreams
Now I know how it feels to be the side piece
Can't even look in your eyes, playing both sides
Shoulda told me you had a man but I know why you lied
You think that I wouldn't understand
Cause I'm dying trying not to use my head, getting me fucked up yeah
Hennessy mixed in with Patron, yeah yeah
I'mma feel that shit in the morning, yeah
I know I need to leave you alone, yeah
But you keep coming around cause you ready to party
And it's a damn shame I feel in love
With a girl that's off
Hennessy mixed in with Patron, yeah yeah
I'mma feel that shit in the morning, yeah
Damn, why the hell did I catch feelings?
Everything ain't always what it seems
Cause you was the girl I thought I saw in my dreams
Now I know how it feels to be the side piece
Oh baby, you got me
Shaking like 9/11, riding this roller-coaster
Rocking like heavy metal, you thinking I'm fucking
But baby girl when I'm finished you can't even
Come round two, you need a minute
Sing it to her when I kiss it, I got her dripping
Complaining to me saying that a nigga be tripping
But she be cheating and fucking with other niggas
But I be feeling like the only one when I'm with her
Hennessy mixed in with Patron, yeah yeah
I'mma feel that shit in the morning, yeah
I know I need to leave you alone, yeah
But you keep coming around cause you ready to party
And it's a damn shame I feel in love
With a girl that's off
Hennessy mixed in with Patron, yeah yeah
I'mma feel that shit in the morning, yeah
Damn, why the hell did I catch feelings?
Everything ain't always what it seems
Cause you was the girl I thought I saw in my dreams
Now I know how it feels to be the side piece
Let me getting on your level, I'mma take your girl to the crib
I know I'm petty, but boy I know she ready, baby girl you be flexing
I ain't the only nigga in your phone you be texting
She ain't the type that'll hold me down if I arrested
She the type to fuck the enemy, disrespectful
Still ain't learned my lesson
Keep a nigga feeling like the pussy is a blessing
Aw here we go again
Hennessy mixed in with Patron, yeah yeah
I'mma feel that shit in the morning, yeah
I know I need to leave you alone, yeah
But you keep coming around cause you ready to party
And it's a damn shame I feel in love
With a girl that's off
Hennessy mixed in with Patron, yeah yeah
I'mma feel that shit in the morning, yeah
Damn, why the hell did I catch feelings?
Everything ain't always what it seems
Cause you was the girl I thought I saw in my dreams
Now I know how it feels to be the side piece
Can't even look in your eyes, playing both sides
Shoulda told me you had a man but I know why you lied
You think that I wouldn't understand
Cause I'm dying trying not to use my head, getting me fucked up yeah
Hennessy mixed in with Patron, yeah yeah
I'mma feel that shit in the morning, yeah
I know I need to leave you alone, yeah
But you keep coming around cause you ready to party
And it's a damn shame I feel in love
With a girl that's off
Hennessy mixed in with Patron, yeah yeah
I'mma feel that shit in the morning, yeah
Damn, why the hell did I catch feelings?
Everything ain't always what it seems
Cause you was the girl I thought I saw in my dreams
Now I know how it feels to be the side piece
Freed Up lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB)
When a bitch say she fucked 20 niggas, I respect her more
Instead of running 'round this motherfucker lying all the time
Talking 'bout some
5 niggas, 5 niggas you cared about, shit
Bitch you lying and girl I'm built honest
Still living for today, tomorrow ain't promised
Holding on to the love cause the hate follows
When you young, getting money, yeah you date models
Let the cork pop off when we shake bottles
You don't need a glass, girl just take swallows
Yeah, young and reckless, I spite her beverage
Self medicated, pills or liquor, what's your preference?
She usually ain't the type to take rejection
She don't know her dad so the hate turned into affection
She only dreamed to be up in my section
Believing any lie they tell her, just to get a necklace
Bitches keep playing games like it's checkers
But bitch this chess and those DD's gon' be your blessing
I'm looking forward to all them text messages
Talking 'bout how you done, I love when bitches threaten me
I'mma keep it real with you baby
Understand me, don't tell you lies
I feel your love is premeditated
Too complicated, never willing to try
When I locked it down, she freed up
Coco in her nose she loves the freedom
Now she changing niggas like the seasons
Got it good but I feel distant in my mind, can't help think I'm mastermind
She said follow me, she wanna fuck up a nigga's Valentine
Pardon me, only thing growing on me is the dollar signs
Oh baby, I'm only used to your ways
Say you in love and you ain't, try to be honest, you can't
You always tripping on the same minor drugs
I do for the piece of mind and you do when you 'bout to fuck
I leave, act up and leave you and something trap out the bando
But I want a nigga call the curtain, choppers fired and it's having the fam over
That's the thing, I love to hate so I got a whip for my bitch
If you think I'm cuffing, you should forget it
I'mma keep it real with you baby
Understand me, don't tell you lies
I feel your love is premeditated
Too complicated, never willing to try
When I locked it down, she freed up
Coco in her nose she loves the freedom
Now she changing niggas like the seasons
Got it good but I feel distant in my mind, can't help think I'm mastermind
You never wanna hear it, you never wanna be there
You never take me serious, you piece of shit, let's be fair
Know you got it from your mama, the day I met her she said "Why he here?"
Where the fuck you put your heart at? Bitches that pulling ain't all that
You on another level, showing off, tryna make me jealous
All the homies that been a problem, nigga bring the weapons
AKs and the fans, disrespecting
They close to my kin, OHB shit
I'mma keep it real with you baby
Understand me, don't tell you lies
I feel your love is premeditated
Too complicated, never willing to try
When I locked it down, she freed up
Coco in her nose she loves the freedom
Now she changing niggas like the seasons
Got it good but I feel distant in my mind, can't help think I'm mastermind
Instead of running 'round this motherfucker lying all the time
Talking 'bout some
5 niggas, 5 niggas you cared about, shit
Bitch you lying and girl I'm built honest
Still living for today, tomorrow ain't promised
Holding on to the love cause the hate follows
When you young, getting money, yeah you date models
Let the cork pop off when we shake bottles
You don't need a glass, girl just take swallows
Yeah, young and reckless, I spite her beverage
Self medicated, pills or liquor, what's your preference?
She usually ain't the type to take rejection
She don't know her dad so the hate turned into affection
She only dreamed to be up in my section
Believing any lie they tell her, just to get a necklace
Bitches keep playing games like it's checkers
But bitch this chess and those DD's gon' be your blessing
I'm looking forward to all them text messages
Talking 'bout how you done, I love when bitches threaten me
I'mma keep it real with you baby
Understand me, don't tell you lies
I feel your love is premeditated
Too complicated, never willing to try
When I locked it down, she freed up
Coco in her nose she loves the freedom
Now she changing niggas like the seasons
Got it good but I feel distant in my mind, can't help think I'm mastermind
She said follow me, she wanna fuck up a nigga's Valentine
Pardon me, only thing growing on me is the dollar signs
Oh baby, I'm only used to your ways
Say you in love and you ain't, try to be honest, you can't
You always tripping on the same minor drugs
I do for the piece of mind and you do when you 'bout to fuck
I leave, act up and leave you and something trap out the bando
But I want a nigga call the curtain, choppers fired and it's having the fam over
That's the thing, I love to hate so I got a whip for my bitch
If you think I'm cuffing, you should forget it
I'mma keep it real with you baby
Understand me, don't tell you lies
I feel your love is premeditated
Too complicated, never willing to try
When I locked it down, she freed up
Coco in her nose she loves the freedom
Now she changing niggas like the seasons
Got it good but I feel distant in my mind, can't help think I'm mastermind
You never wanna hear it, you never wanna be there
You never take me serious, you piece of shit, let's be fair
Know you got it from your mama, the day I met her she said "Why he here?"
Where the fuck you put your heart at? Bitches that pulling ain't all that
You on another level, showing off, tryna make me jealous
All the homies that been a problem, nigga bring the weapons
AKs and the fans, disrespecting
They close to my kin, OHB shit
I'mma keep it real with you baby
Understand me, don't tell you lies
I feel your love is premeditated
Too complicated, never willing to try
When I locked it down, she freed up
Coco in her nose she loves the freedom
Now she changing niggas like the seasons
Got it good but I feel distant in my mind, can't help think I'm mastermind
Big Dreams lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. Gangsta Robb, HoodyBaby)
[HoodyBaby:]
I just wanna pull up in a Lamborghini
My pops talking shit but I know he seen me
I just wanna pull up in a fucking 'rari
Yeah, I coulda went to college, tell my mom I'm sorry
I just wanna pull up in a Lamborghini
My pops talking shit but I know he seen me
I just wanna pull up in a fucking 'rari
Yeah, I coulda went to college, tell my mom I'm sorry
Hard times, 4 niggas, 89s
It's going down at 10, hope we make it home, Amen
Riding with the package, open jackers and 'em crackers
Everything complain hoe, family don’t attack us
Everyone’s a suspect, raised with some backstabbers
Stab you in your back, find they bag you for a set
Tony Romo with the 9, out in Dallas, running laps
Hail Mary to LA, baby I can bring you bag
Hood B, Beyoncé, somebody stop me
2 Rollies, 3 APs, watch me
I just wanna pull up with my niggas in the fucking ‘rari
Told my mom, the grind pays so I’m rich regardless
As a young nigga, I had big dreams
Fell in love with the streets, I was 15
Ever since a young nigga, I had big dreams
Fell in love with the cars, I was 15
I just wanna pull up in a Lamborghini
My pops talking shit but I know he seen me
I just wanna pull up in a fucking 'rari
Yeah, I coulda went to college, tell my mom I'm sorry
I just wanna pull up in a Lamborghini
My pops talking shit but I know he seen me
I just wanna pull up in a fucking 'rari
Yeah, I coulda went to college, tell my mom I'm sorry
[Gangsta Robb:]
Tell my mom I'm sorry, told my pops I'm thugging
Red 'rari flexing and I'm round with my young'ns
Somebody bring the wrappers cause we just got the plug in
Somebody go and grab the Sprite so I can mix the mud in
Out in public thugging, 20 bricks in traffic
Sipping lean, on my phone, counting money backwards
Coulda went to college but I said, "Fuck the master"
Ask me why I do this nigga cause the money faster
[HoodyBaby:]
As a young nigga, I had big dreams
Fell in love with the streets, I was 15
Ever since a young nigga, I had big dreams
Fell in love with the cars, I was 15
I just wanna pull up in a Lamborghini
My pops talking shit but I know he seen me
I just wanna pull up in a fucking 'rari
Yeah, I coulda went to college, tell my mom I'm sorry
I just wanna pull up in a Lamborghini
My pops talking shit but I know he seen me
I just wanna pull up in a fucking 'rari
Yeah, I coulda went to college, tell my mom I'm sorry
I just wanna pull up in a Lamborghini
My pops talking shit but I know he seen me
I just wanna pull up in a fucking 'rari
Yeah, I coulda went to college, tell my mom I'm sorry
I just wanna pull up in a Lamborghini
My pops talking shit but I know he seen me
I just wanna pull up in a fucking 'rari
Yeah, I coulda went to college, tell my mom I'm sorry
Hard times, 4 niggas, 89s
It's going down at 10, hope we make it home, Amen
Riding with the package, open jackers and 'em crackers
Everything complain hoe, family don’t attack us
Everyone’s a suspect, raised with some backstabbers
Stab you in your back, find they bag you for a set
Tony Romo with the 9, out in Dallas, running laps
Hail Mary to LA, baby I can bring you bag
Hood B, Beyoncé, somebody stop me
2 Rollies, 3 APs, watch me
I just wanna pull up with my niggas in the fucking ‘rari
Told my mom, the grind pays so I’m rich regardless
As a young nigga, I had big dreams
Fell in love with the streets, I was 15
Ever since a young nigga, I had big dreams
Fell in love with the cars, I was 15
I just wanna pull up in a Lamborghini
My pops talking shit but I know he seen me
I just wanna pull up in a fucking 'rari
Yeah, I coulda went to college, tell my mom I'm sorry
I just wanna pull up in a Lamborghini
My pops talking shit but I know he seen me
I just wanna pull up in a fucking 'rari
Yeah, I coulda went to college, tell my mom I'm sorry
[Gangsta Robb:]
Tell my mom I'm sorry, told my pops I'm thugging
Red 'rari flexing and I'm round with my young'ns
Somebody bring the wrappers cause we just got the plug in
Somebody go and grab the Sprite so I can mix the mud in
Out in public thugging, 20 bricks in traffic
Sipping lean, on my phone, counting money backwards
Coulda went to college but I said, "Fuck the master"
Ask me why I do this nigga cause the money faster
[HoodyBaby:]
As a young nigga, I had big dreams
Fell in love with the streets, I was 15
Ever since a young nigga, I had big dreams
Fell in love with the cars, I was 15
I just wanna pull up in a Lamborghini
My pops talking shit but I know he seen me
I just wanna pull up in a fucking 'rari
Yeah, I coulda went to college, tell my mom I'm sorry
I just wanna pull up in a Lamborghini
My pops talking shit but I know he seen me
I just wanna pull up in a fucking 'rari
Yeah, I coulda went to college, tell my mom I'm sorry
Roller Coaster lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. HoodyBaby, Keeis Stackz & Tracy T)
Roller coaster love, up and down she go
Everyday this chick tripping in and out the door
Yeah I keep these bitches high, got it for the low
Out in France last month, but where I'm 'bout to go?
I don't know, got too high a while ago
I be chasing money, whip that big seat hundred domino
Pull up on your bitch and do the street nigga on a hoe
Pull up on your bitch, they love a street nigga, that's for sure
Ha ha, too silly, amigo on for really
There's an eagle on my belly, I been bumping Makaveli
Then I switch it up, Dekeli, fuck your bitch up in the telly
Jump right back in the Chevy, ain't no telling where I'm heading
Gone, roller coaster, up and down she go
Gone, I'm roller coasting in and out the door
Gone, roller coaster, up and down she go
Gone, I'm roller coasting in and out the door
Gone, roller coaster, roller coaster
Gone, roller coaster, roller coaster
Gone, roller coaster, roller coaster
Gone, roller coaster, roller coaster
Okay, bitches love me cause I keep that shit 100
They drop it like a sock, I'm the number 1 stunner
When I throw that money, that pussy, it come up
9 millimetre, acting dummy if they run up
Okay you see it's OHB, we out here stacking, stacking
All this molly, all these bitches, all this ass I'm smacking
I'm tripping, drinking 'til I'm pissy
Fuck your girl with my girl, yeah nigga cause I'm different
I'm 'bout my money, money and power, respect my clique, gon' throw it up
When I'm in the club making it shower, doing it BIG in LA, okay
That's why they call me Big Poppa, notorious to that pussy
None of y'all niggas can save me so why the fuck you still looking?
Gone, roller coaster, up and down she go
Gone, I'm roller coasting in and out the door
Gone, roller coaster, up and down she go
Gone, I'm roller coasting in and out the door
Gone, roller coaster, roller coaster
Gone, roller coaster, roller coaster
Gone, roller coaster, roller coaster
Gone, roller coaster, roller coaster
Pulled up with your bitch, with your bitch like okay
She gon' help me count the bands but she won't see the safe
Got that killer pussy, put that cat up in the cage
You know I'm a dog, can't keep that pussy out my face
Fuck with me, know you're going up, know them niggas ain't showing up
VVS', bitch we ain't stressing, night time, a nigga going up
Flipping birds, check the wing span, bet a mil when my team playing
Better yet put the house on it, shut you mouth and put your mouth on it
Gone, roller coaster, up and down she go
Gone, I'm roller coasting in and out the door
Gone, roller coaster, up and down she go
Gone, I'm roller coasting in and out the door
Gone, roller coaster, roller coaster
Gone, roller coaster, roller coaster
Gone, roller coaster, roller coaster
Gone, roller coaster, roller coaster
Everyday this chick tripping in and out the door
Yeah I keep these bitches high, got it for the low
Out in France last month, but where I'm 'bout to go?
I don't know, got too high a while ago
I be chasing money, whip that big seat hundred domino
Pull up on your bitch and do the street nigga on a hoe
Pull up on your bitch, they love a street nigga, that's for sure
Ha ha, too silly, amigo on for really
There's an eagle on my belly, I been bumping Makaveli
Then I switch it up, Dekeli, fuck your bitch up in the telly
Jump right back in the Chevy, ain't no telling where I'm heading
Gone, roller coaster, up and down she go
Gone, I'm roller coasting in and out the door
Gone, roller coaster, up and down she go
Gone, I'm roller coasting in and out the door
Gone, roller coaster, roller coaster
Gone, roller coaster, roller coaster
Gone, roller coaster, roller coaster
Gone, roller coaster, roller coaster
Okay, bitches love me cause I keep that shit 100
They drop it like a sock, I'm the number 1 stunner
When I throw that money, that pussy, it come up
9 millimetre, acting dummy if they run up
Okay you see it's OHB, we out here stacking, stacking
All this molly, all these bitches, all this ass I'm smacking
I'm tripping, drinking 'til I'm pissy
Fuck your girl with my girl, yeah nigga cause I'm different
I'm 'bout my money, money and power, respect my clique, gon' throw it up
When I'm in the club making it shower, doing it BIG in LA, okay
That's why they call me Big Poppa, notorious to that pussy
None of y'all niggas can save me so why the fuck you still looking?
Gone, roller coaster, up and down she go
Gone, I'm roller coasting in and out the door
Gone, roller coaster, up and down she go
Gone, I'm roller coasting in and out the door
Gone, roller coaster, roller coaster
Gone, roller coaster, roller coaster
Gone, roller coaster, roller coaster
Gone, roller coaster, roller coaster
Pulled up with your bitch, with your bitch like okay
She gon' help me count the bands but she won't see the safe
Got that killer pussy, put that cat up in the cage
You know I'm a dog, can't keep that pussy out my face
Fuck with me, know you're going up, know them niggas ain't showing up
VVS', bitch we ain't stressing, night time, a nigga going up
Flipping birds, check the wing span, bet a mil when my team playing
Better yet put the house on it, shut you mouth and put your mouth on it
Gone, roller coaster, up and down she go
Gone, I'm roller coasting in and out the door
Gone, roller coaster, up and down she go
Gone, I'm roller coasting in and out the door
Gone, roller coaster, roller coaster
Gone, roller coaster, roller coaster
Gone, roller coaster, roller coaster
Gone, roller coaster, roller coaster
Like I Done It Before lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. Young Lo)
Mo Money
Yeah Yeah Yeah...
Like I done it before
Fuck on that bitch like I done it before
Fuck that lil bitch, you can have that lil hoe
I pop a Xan with some Dussé and coke
Like I done it before, she can’t talk cause this dick in her throat
I’mma pour me four in the Fanta, I need me some more of that water, I jumped off the Boat
Like I done it before, Fuck on them bitches I done that before
Riding in Benzes I done that before, Hop out the Maybach and hop in the Ghost
Like I done it before, done it before
Like I done it before
Fuck on that bitch like I done it before
Fuck that lil bitch, you can have that lil hoe
I pop a Xan with some Dussé and coke
Like I done it before, she can’t talk cause its dick in her throat
I’mma pour me four in the Fanta, I need me some more of that water, I jumped off the Boat
Like I done it before, Fuck on them bitches I done that before
Riding in Benzes I done that before, Hop out the Maybach and hop in the Ghost
Like I done it before, done it before
Fuck up a check and put on in the vault
Forty five for the eagle, four deep in the regal
Pull up on a nigga he ain't even know
Like Macauley Culkin, have my lil one hit you while you Home Alone
Asking if I keep on fucking your bitch then if its your bitch why she on my phone
Call her up and have a threesome I’mma fuck her til its 3’ some
We could smoke a lil weed or some, I don’t know if you could keep up
I don’t sleep for nothing, I don’t sleep for nothing,
Gotta bunch of Zannies you should eat some
Got some good pussy I’mma eat something, gotta bunch of bitches
I don’t need a woman, I’m a hoe,
Pop a Xannie then I pour, Pop a seal now its slow
Now a nigga never know, never let a nigga know
I be flexing on the low, still finessing on the low
Grab a bitch by her throat, Fuck a bitch til she sleep
Fuck a bitch til she sleep, Eat the pussy if its fleek, get some head from a freak
Fuck a bitch make it leak, fuck a bitch gotta geek
Fuck a bitch make a tweet, Nigga got some Good D, Aye
Like I done it before
Fuck on that bitch like I done it before
Fuck that lil bitch, you can have that lil hoe
I pop a Xan with some Dussé and coke
Like I done it before, she can’t talk cause its dick in her throat
I’mma pour me four in the Fanta, I need me some more of that water, I jumped off the Boat
Like I done it before, Fuck on them bitches I done that before
Riding in Benzes I done that before, Hop out the Maybach and hop in the Ghost
Like I done it before, done it before
Like I done it before, my niggas never bought a gun at the store
She sucking my dick like she done it before
Soon as I cum I don’t want it no more
I’mma beast, Rolls Royce No lease, Bad bitch no fleece
She picture perfect give her cheese, She just wanna bust a leak
Balmain on my jeans, for that pure I’m a fiend, I Go Crazy for codeine
She took a molly, took one for the team, I flooded my bitch and my bitch is Supreme
Might just throw on some Bape and call it a day, we don’t rock
We don’t rock Gucci, rather do Stussy
You niggas look gay, and the money is straight
Chopper hit you from long range, I grew up using Code names
I’mma do it for my last name, I’mma boss you should ask me
45 in the fast lane, screwed up like I’m Jay prince
Screws loose like I’m Raderic, If I did it before, I’ll do it again
AOD we did it, Magic City did it, KOD we Did it, V-Live we Did it, off in Onyx yeah I did it
Falling stars yeah I did it, Splurge in Follies
Lets get it, lets get it, lets get it
Like I done it before
Fuck on that bitch like I done it before
Fuck that lil bitch, you can have that lil hoe
I pop a Xan with some Dussé and coke
Like I done it before, she can’t talk cause this dick in her throat
I’mma pour me four in the Fanta, I need me some more of that water, I jumped off the Boat
Like I done it before, Fuck on them bitches I done that before
Riding in Benzes I done that before, Hop out the Maybach and hop in the Ghost
Like I done it before, done it before
Yeah Yeah Yeah...
Like I done it before
Fuck on that bitch like I done it before
Fuck that lil bitch, you can have that lil hoe
I pop a Xan with some Dussé and coke
Like I done it before, she can’t talk cause this dick in her throat
I’mma pour me four in the Fanta, I need me some more of that water, I jumped off the Boat
Like I done it before, Fuck on them bitches I done that before
Riding in Benzes I done that before, Hop out the Maybach and hop in the Ghost
Like I done it before, done it before
Like I done it before
Fuck on that bitch like I done it before
Fuck that lil bitch, you can have that lil hoe
I pop a Xan with some Dussé and coke
Like I done it before, she can’t talk cause its dick in her throat
I’mma pour me four in the Fanta, I need me some more of that water, I jumped off the Boat
Like I done it before, Fuck on them bitches I done that before
Riding in Benzes I done that before, Hop out the Maybach and hop in the Ghost
Like I done it before, done it before
Fuck up a check and put on in the vault
Forty five for the eagle, four deep in the regal
Pull up on a nigga he ain't even know
Like Macauley Culkin, have my lil one hit you while you Home Alone
Asking if I keep on fucking your bitch then if its your bitch why she on my phone
Call her up and have a threesome I’mma fuck her til its 3’ some
We could smoke a lil weed or some, I don’t know if you could keep up
I don’t sleep for nothing, I don’t sleep for nothing,
Gotta bunch of Zannies you should eat some
Got some good pussy I’mma eat something, gotta bunch of bitches
I don’t need a woman, I’m a hoe,
Pop a Xannie then I pour, Pop a seal now its slow
Now a nigga never know, never let a nigga know
I be flexing on the low, still finessing on the low
Grab a bitch by her throat, Fuck a bitch til she sleep
Fuck a bitch til she sleep, Eat the pussy if its fleek, get some head from a freak
Fuck a bitch make it leak, fuck a bitch gotta geek
Fuck a bitch make a tweet, Nigga got some Good D, Aye
Like I done it before
Fuck on that bitch like I done it before
Fuck that lil bitch, you can have that lil hoe
I pop a Xan with some Dussé and coke
Like I done it before, she can’t talk cause its dick in her throat
I’mma pour me four in the Fanta, I need me some more of that water, I jumped off the Boat
Like I done it before, Fuck on them bitches I done that before
Riding in Benzes I done that before, Hop out the Maybach and hop in the Ghost
Like I done it before, done it before
Like I done it before, my niggas never bought a gun at the store
She sucking my dick like she done it before
Soon as I cum I don’t want it no more
I’mma beast, Rolls Royce No lease, Bad bitch no fleece
She picture perfect give her cheese, She just wanna bust a leak
Balmain on my jeans, for that pure I’m a fiend, I Go Crazy for codeine
She took a molly, took one for the team, I flooded my bitch and my bitch is Supreme
Might just throw on some Bape and call it a day, we don’t rock
We don’t rock Gucci, rather do Stussy
You niggas look gay, and the money is straight
Chopper hit you from long range, I grew up using Code names
I’mma do it for my last name, I’mma boss you should ask me
45 in the fast lane, screwed up like I’m Jay prince
Screws loose like I’m Raderic, If I did it before, I’ll do it again
AOD we did it, Magic City did it, KOD we Did it, V-Live we Did it, off in Onyx yeah I did it
Falling stars yeah I did it, Splurge in Follies
Lets get it, lets get it, lets get it
Like I done it before
Fuck on that bitch like I done it before
Fuck that lil bitch, you can have that lil hoe
I pop a Xan with some Dussé and coke
Like I done it before, she can’t talk cause this dick in her throat
I’mma pour me four in the Fanta, I need me some more of that water, I jumped off the Boat
Like I done it before, Fuck on them bitches I done that before
Riding in Benzes I done that before, Hop out the Maybach and hop in the Ghost
Like I done it before, done it before
Actin' Like This lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. Dee Cosey)
[Chris Brown:]
Oh pardon me baby, tell me where you playing
Been on my mind, on my mind since the beginning
I leave you leaking, fuck 'round and drink it
Cause I'm off them drugs and you know a nigga peaking
This shit too easy for me cause I know that you leaving
Baby leave it for me, yeah
I'm off a blunt and I'm leaning, this time I might not remember
Baby that icy shit is getting old, old, old
Na na na, oh no, why you got a nigga acting like this?
Oh na na, yeah, why the pussy got me acting like this?
Oh no oh, I can't believe that I'm acting like this
Oh no no, yeah you got a nigga acting like this
Na na na, oh no, why you got a nigga acting like this?
Oh na na, why the pussy got me acting like this?
Oh no oh, can't believe that I'm acting like this
Oh no no, yeah you got a nigga acting like this in it
I'm so annoyed, this shit I care about, you know
I just wanna hear you screaming out my name while I'm deep in your pussy
Got the Henny all in my system now, now I'm seeing things a little different now
Girl you ain't act right, give you that act right, baby when we get back to the crib
I love pulling your hair, baby put that ass in the air
Got the pussy flooding I swear and there ain't no other nigga out there
That's gon' smoke a blunt girl, I'm leaning, this night I might not remember
Girl I'm honest, I ain't gon' lie, girl that pussy a cutie pie
Na na na, oh no, why you got a nigga acting like this?
Oh na na, yeah, why the pussy got me acting like this?
Oh no oh, I can't believe that I'm acting like this
Oh no no, yeah you got a nigga acting like this
Na na na, oh no, why you got a nigga acting like this?
Oh na na, why the pussy got me acting like this?
Oh no oh, can't believe that I'm acting like this
Oh no no, yeah you got a nigga acting like this in it
[Dee Cosey:]
Balling baby, they ain't trapping like this
Man I'm tweaking while I'm acting like this
Baby why you always treat me like shit?
Only acting like a bitch cause I give you good dick
Uber to the crib, fuck you on the mattress
With the city bullshit, I'm a savage
Both hands on your ass, let me grab it
There ain't another nigga like this
Girl get that money, it's do or die
Only see green, nigga color blind
Look at my watch, I can't tell the time
Girl when we turn up, we out our minds
Throw that out my pocket, never out of line
Kill the pussy, I ain't never lie
Know that kitty got 9 lives
Keep that for a nigga, yeah you got a nigga acting like this
[Chris Brown:]
Na na na, oh no, why you got a nigga acting like this?
Oh na na, why the pussy got me acting like this?
Oh no oh, can't believe that I'm acting like this
Oh no no, yeah you got a nigga acting like this in it
Oh pardon me baby, tell me where you playing
Been on my mind, on my mind since the beginning
I leave you leaking, fuck 'round and drink it
Cause I'm off them drugs and you know a nigga peaking
This shit too easy for me cause I know that you leaving
Baby leave it for me, yeah
I'm off a blunt and I'm leaning, this time I might not remember
Baby that icy shit is getting old, old, old
Na na na, oh no, why you got a nigga acting like this?
Oh na na, yeah, why the pussy got me acting like this?
Oh no oh, I can't believe that I'm acting like this
Oh no no, yeah you got a nigga acting like this
Na na na, oh no, why you got a nigga acting like this?
Oh na na, why the pussy got me acting like this?
Oh no oh, can't believe that I'm acting like this
Oh no no, yeah you got a nigga acting like this in it
I'm so annoyed, this shit I care about, you know
I just wanna hear you screaming out my name while I'm deep in your pussy
Got the Henny all in my system now, now I'm seeing things a little different now
Girl you ain't act right, give you that act right, baby when we get back to the crib
I love pulling your hair, baby put that ass in the air
Got the pussy flooding I swear and there ain't no other nigga out there
That's gon' smoke a blunt girl, I'm leaning, this night I might not remember
Girl I'm honest, I ain't gon' lie, girl that pussy a cutie pie
Na na na, oh no, why you got a nigga acting like this?
Oh na na, yeah, why the pussy got me acting like this?
Oh no oh, I can't believe that I'm acting like this
Oh no no, yeah you got a nigga acting like this
Na na na, oh no, why you got a nigga acting like this?
Oh na na, why the pussy got me acting like this?
Oh no oh, can't believe that I'm acting like this
Oh no no, yeah you got a nigga acting like this in it
[Dee Cosey:]
Balling baby, they ain't trapping like this
Man I'm tweaking while I'm acting like this
Baby why you always treat me like shit?
Only acting like a bitch cause I give you good dick
Uber to the crib, fuck you on the mattress
With the city bullshit, I'm a savage
Both hands on your ass, let me grab it
There ain't another nigga like this
Girl get that money, it's do or die
Only see green, nigga color blind
Look at my watch, I can't tell the time
Girl when we turn up, we out our minds
Throw that out my pocket, never out of line
Kill the pussy, I ain't never lie
Know that kitty got 9 lives
Keep that for a nigga, yeah you got a nigga acting like this
[Chris Brown:]
Na na na, oh no, why you got a nigga acting like this?
Oh na na, why the pussy got me acting like this?
Oh no oh, can't believe that I'm acting like this
Oh no no, yeah you got a nigga acting like this in it
Love Gon' Go lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. Ryan Toby)
Yeah, we just did it for the wave, for the wave, for the feel of it
For the pleasure, for the pain, be addicted to the thrill of it
We gon' have to be brave, we done done already, we killed it
Now we going to a whole new level and after that, another level 'til we limitless
She gon' do this forever, make a movie, pussy trilogy
Part 1, me on you, part 2, you on me, part 3, just we on we
And it's gon' be so lit baby, it's gon' be so lit
When it comes to the bed spring work, we just let things work, we the shit
Now that's how this love gon' go and that's how this love gon' go
Anytime you need me in the bedroom
Love gon' go, go go go
We got the chemistry in the bedroom
We can fuck some more, baby girl we should fuck some more
'Til I know your body inside out and you know my body head to toe
But only if you don't mind, if you don't mind
If you don't mind baby, love gon' go
Going on and on even when we both fuck up
You taking highways with checkpoints, take a break, you fucked up
You good under pressure, I get my phone, no more texting
The rules, you just bend 'em and stretch 'em and right now we sexing on sexing on sexing baby
The push and pull, that tossing and turning
That bronco, that raging bull, ride it like you earned it
You sure earned it babe, yeah and you know I earned you
When you and I ahead of time, learn each other, we can have supper at noon
Now that's how this love gon' go and that's how this love gon' go
Anytime you need me in the bedroom
Love gon' go, go go go
We got the chemistry in the bedroom
We can fuck some more, baby girl we should fuck some more
'Til I know your body inside out and you know my body head to toe
But only if you don't mind, if you don't mind
If you don't mind baby, love gon' go
This sex is a passionate art, let's put some paint where it ain't
Couple hickies, couple bites, scratches and marks, we need to leave marks
Marking that territory, like a flare gun, flash in the dark, so we know what we at with it
We used to do each other real good, now we do it real smart
Now the science and the math of it, we were two students of the craft of it
Our sex game was so fresh mane, but now we sex game graduates
Practised and mastered it, woah, #LoveGonGo, #LoveGonGo
Netflix and chill, that's how love gon' go
Now that's how this love gon' go and that's how this love gon' go
Anytime you need me in the bedroom
Love gon' go, go go go
We got the chemistry in the bedroom
We can fuck some more, baby girl we should fuck some more
'Til I know your body inside out and you know my body head to toe
But only if you don't mind, if you don't mind
If you don't mind baby, love gon' go
For the pleasure, for the pain, be addicted to the thrill of it
We gon' have to be brave, we done done already, we killed it
Now we going to a whole new level and after that, another level 'til we limitless
She gon' do this forever, make a movie, pussy trilogy
Part 1, me on you, part 2, you on me, part 3, just we on we
And it's gon' be so lit baby, it's gon' be so lit
When it comes to the bed spring work, we just let things work, we the shit
Now that's how this love gon' go and that's how this love gon' go
Anytime you need me in the bedroom
Love gon' go, go go go
We got the chemistry in the bedroom
We can fuck some more, baby girl we should fuck some more
'Til I know your body inside out and you know my body head to toe
But only if you don't mind, if you don't mind
If you don't mind baby, love gon' go
Going on and on even when we both fuck up
You taking highways with checkpoints, take a break, you fucked up
You good under pressure, I get my phone, no more texting
The rules, you just bend 'em and stretch 'em and right now we sexing on sexing on sexing baby
The push and pull, that tossing and turning
That bronco, that raging bull, ride it like you earned it
You sure earned it babe, yeah and you know I earned you
When you and I ahead of time, learn each other, we can have supper at noon
Now that's how this love gon' go and that's how this love gon' go
Anytime you need me in the bedroom
Love gon' go, go go go
We got the chemistry in the bedroom
We can fuck some more, baby girl we should fuck some more
'Til I know your body inside out and you know my body head to toe
But only if you don't mind, if you don't mind
If you don't mind baby, love gon' go
This sex is a passionate art, let's put some paint where it ain't
Couple hickies, couple bites, scratches and marks, we need to leave marks
Marking that territory, like a flare gun, flash in the dark, so we know what we at with it
We used to do each other real good, now we do it real smart
Now the science and the math of it, we were two students of the craft of it
Our sex game was so fresh mane, but now we sex game graduates
Practised and mastered it, woah, #LoveGonGo, #LoveGonGo
Netflix and chill, that's how love gon' go
Now that's how this love gon' go and that's how this love gon' go
Anytime you need me in the bedroom
Love gon' go, go go go
We got the chemistry in the bedroom
We can fuck some more, baby girl we should fuck some more
'Til I know your body inside out and you know my body head to toe
But only if you don't mind, if you don't mind
If you don't mind baby, love gon' go
I Lean lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. HoodyBaby & Tracy T)
Yeah, kinfolk, California kush, smell it through the vents though
Pimp flow, rolling through the 20s with my brm low
I been dope, I make your bitch bend over for some kins though
She wanna get nasty but just don't let her friends know
What's bracking P? What you need? I'm out of weed
Codeine, I got it, I'm spitting them 16s, a couple pills, tryna get to 100 mil
I'm moving mountains nigga, only seeing a couple hills
And you live in Hollywood, how that feel? Let's be real
Niggas thirsty, bitches dirty, I ain't worried
Niggas lying saying they 18 pushing 30, popping 30s, vision blurry, shipping 30s
A Golden State of mind with the assist to Curry
Gotta be ready to die when you playing that bloody Mary
Whole 4 in the cup, I lean, yeah, I lean
4 grams in the blunt, I lean, I lean
64s in the cut, I lean, yeah, I lean
I lean, I lean
Keep a fat bitch leaning, got one in the Four Seasons
Got a bitch that fuck for money, got one fucking for no reason
Got a deuce and a 20 and I'm flipping with these goonies
With the goonies with the pistol and the 50, it's a trilogy
Go up for the trap, filling 'em with the green shit
Had to move the thrash bags, told the plug I can't quit
How your nigga looking broke, that's some shit you can't fix
I got 100 in the drum, man shit, I can't hit
I just fuck her and forget about her, know I ain't shit
Got back to the chopper, had to get my chain licked
They came clean, I remake the boy for the same bitch
Oh you fuck, yeah I fuck to these, fuck the same bitch
Whole 4 in the cup, I lean, yeah, I lean
4 grams in the blunt, I lean, I lean
64s in the cut, I lean, yeah, I lean
I lean, I lean
Big gold chain and the dance piece
Fat rocking, trapping out the Bentley
Young nigga selling highs for the low
Lil bitch, pussy back, she get fired at the door
I'm the one, black Neyo, fat Leo
Lions, tigers, bears, my set like Nat Geo
Swimming with the sharks, it's shocking I'm that ill
I'm swimming with the sharks, it's shocking I'm that ill
I trap still, selling coke, this crack kills
I sip drank, I mix and match pills
I run plays all day, track and field
Go get your cat pill, tryna sell the crack still
Whole 4 in the cup, I lean, yeah, I lean
4 grams in the blunt, I lean, I lean
64s in the cut, I lean, yeah, I lean
I lean, I lean
Pimp flow, rolling through the 20s with my brm low
I been dope, I make your bitch bend over for some kins though
She wanna get nasty but just don't let her friends know
What's bracking P? What you need? I'm out of weed
Codeine, I got it, I'm spitting them 16s, a couple pills, tryna get to 100 mil
I'm moving mountains nigga, only seeing a couple hills
And you live in Hollywood, how that feel? Let's be real
Niggas thirsty, bitches dirty, I ain't worried
Niggas lying saying they 18 pushing 30, popping 30s, vision blurry, shipping 30s
A Golden State of mind with the assist to Curry
Gotta be ready to die when you playing that bloody Mary
Whole 4 in the cup, I lean, yeah, I lean
4 grams in the blunt, I lean, I lean
64s in the cut, I lean, yeah, I lean
I lean, I lean
Keep a fat bitch leaning, got one in the Four Seasons
Got a bitch that fuck for money, got one fucking for no reason
Got a deuce and a 20 and I'm flipping with these goonies
With the goonies with the pistol and the 50, it's a trilogy
Go up for the trap, filling 'em with the green shit
Had to move the thrash bags, told the plug I can't quit
How your nigga looking broke, that's some shit you can't fix
I got 100 in the drum, man shit, I can't hit
I just fuck her and forget about her, know I ain't shit
Got back to the chopper, had to get my chain licked
They came clean, I remake the boy for the same bitch
Oh you fuck, yeah I fuck to these, fuck the same bitch
Whole 4 in the cup, I lean, yeah, I lean
4 grams in the blunt, I lean, I lean
64s in the cut, I lean, yeah, I lean
I lean, I lean
Big gold chain and the dance piece
Fat rocking, trapping out the Bentley
Young nigga selling highs for the low
Lil bitch, pussy back, she get fired at the door
I'm the one, black Neyo, fat Leo
Lions, tigers, bears, my set like Nat Geo
Swimming with the sharks, it's shocking I'm that ill
I'm swimming with the sharks, it's shocking I'm that ill
I trap still, selling coke, this crack kills
I sip drank, I mix and match pills
I run plays all day, track and field
Go get your cat pill, tryna sell the crack still
Whole 4 in the cup, I lean, yeah, I lean
4 grams in the blunt, I lean, I lean
64s in the cut, I lean, yeah, I lean
I lean, I lean
Save The Drama lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. Kevin Gates & Tracy T)
[Chris Brown:]
Gun shots, we lots
Hennessy, I don't really like scotch
At the don when I'm talking to the dutch
And the man with the pockets like fam you up
Dippers and the wait notes
Black man says he's hit a lick, better keep your face down
Get loud when that kick sound
You miss it, don't count up
No tops, no tops
Go to collect, we in Paris when we shop
You gotta give the man props
Your girl love a man lots
Fuck it, I'm on that pussy like a rumpa
If I tag her, gotta have her have a bumper
All that pussy, got it for ya like a drug
And I know she got that wagon from her mama
Call it a homicide how she do
The guys in Jamaica, man jealous
Make me terrified
I can tell you skilled cause you using your melody
Oh, no no no no
Light another blunt then we gon' light up the floor
Smoking all that ganja you can smell through the door
Sex tape never, 'less she let me record
And I know where your head's at
Got your attitude from your mama
And I don't wanna set back
Just do me a favor and save the drama
[Tracy T:]
Get the baddest bitch and treat it like the worst
Popping the Henny, tripping if you pop the pussy first
We gon' fuck, I'm gon' fuck or we gon' fall in love
I will get 'em once, fucking, fucking with the plug
Bitches texting, I'm a dog fetching
Bitch I'm on, no flexing, fuck a 100 besties
See that's just for that extra Range, she'd to forget them
Your body's under my belt, just to make it official
I forget that he mission, never forget the pistol
Thinking all the way in, killing and leave the victims
I got trust issues, I might think you tripping
Really I be tripping, rolling with all the spitting
West is, this the gang, bitch you better catch it
'Fore you be over tested, rather pull up in a Bentley
Used to pull up in Chevys, I'm the kind that can get enough
I'm the kind that can get the paper cause I can't get enough nigga
[Chris Brown:]
Call it a homicide how she do
The guys in Jamaica, man jealous
Make me terrified
I can tell you skilled cause you using your melody
Oh, no no no no
Light another blunt then we gon' light up the floor
Smoking all that ganja you can smell through the door
Sex tape never, 'less she let me record
And I know where your head's at
Got your attitude from your mama
And I don't wanna set back
Just do me a favor and save the drama
[Kevin Gates:]
Big boy's girl, big boy's girl, he be pum pum, like the jay's girl
I done made love in the strangest places, I'm a real plug, move things on the daily
Like the mon in the morn' opposite, smoke the ganj and we poof everyday
I'm a rider, she a rider, I know the black man right on sight
Hit the high notes like Mariah
I done feel the bitch when the vibe is right
I'mma grow, I'mma get you high tonight
Balling up, whip the pussy, mine tonight
I can see you want me, pull you closely, song on silent, ignore the phone ring
Keep your hands on me, just get it, frisk my waistband, ass and titties
Keep me Miss Gates, don't do digits, my phone bling, just been 2 million
Maybach, low key, big ladies hit me, it's 36 Coupe, I'm whipping
Hair on trap, that's 3 more chickens, new boo game on fleek, room glistening
Chris be get me it through chickens, raps on lap, big shit I did it
Head to the back, lot of taps on chilling, matter of fact, big racks I get it
When the game on, they stop tripping, bullshit make a real nigga lose interest
[Chris Brown:]
Oh, no no no no
Light another blunt then we gon' light up the floor
Smoking all that ganja you can smell through the door
Sex tape never, 'less she let me record
And I know where your head's at
Got your attitude from your mama
And I don't wanna set back
Just do me a favor and save the drama
Gun shots, we lots
Hennessy, I don't really like scotch
At the don when I'm talking to the dutch
And the man with the pockets like fam you up
Dippers and the wait notes
Black man says he's hit a lick, better keep your face down
Get loud when that kick sound
You miss it, don't count up
No tops, no tops
Go to collect, we in Paris when we shop
You gotta give the man props
Your girl love a man lots
Fuck it, I'm on that pussy like a rumpa
If I tag her, gotta have her have a bumper
All that pussy, got it for ya like a drug
And I know she got that wagon from her mama
Call it a homicide how she do
The guys in Jamaica, man jealous
Make me terrified
I can tell you skilled cause you using your melody
Oh, no no no no
Light another blunt then we gon' light up the floor
Smoking all that ganja you can smell through the door
Sex tape never, 'less she let me record
And I know where your head's at
Got your attitude from your mama
And I don't wanna set back
Just do me a favor and save the drama
[Tracy T:]
Get the baddest bitch and treat it like the worst
Popping the Henny, tripping if you pop the pussy first
We gon' fuck, I'm gon' fuck or we gon' fall in love
I will get 'em once, fucking, fucking with the plug
Bitches texting, I'm a dog fetching
Bitch I'm on, no flexing, fuck a 100 besties
See that's just for that extra Range, she'd to forget them
Your body's under my belt, just to make it official
I forget that he mission, never forget the pistol
Thinking all the way in, killing and leave the victims
I got trust issues, I might think you tripping
Really I be tripping, rolling with all the spitting
West is, this the gang, bitch you better catch it
'Fore you be over tested, rather pull up in a Bentley
Used to pull up in Chevys, I'm the kind that can get enough
I'm the kind that can get the paper cause I can't get enough nigga
[Chris Brown:]
Call it a homicide how she do
The guys in Jamaica, man jealous
Make me terrified
I can tell you skilled cause you using your melody
Oh, no no no no
Light another blunt then we gon' light up the floor
Smoking all that ganja you can smell through the door
Sex tape never, 'less she let me record
And I know where your head's at
Got your attitude from your mama
And I don't wanna set back
Just do me a favor and save the drama
[Kevin Gates:]
Big boy's girl, big boy's girl, he be pum pum, like the jay's girl
I done made love in the strangest places, I'm a real plug, move things on the daily
Like the mon in the morn' opposite, smoke the ganj and we poof everyday
I'm a rider, she a rider, I know the black man right on sight
Hit the high notes like Mariah
I done feel the bitch when the vibe is right
I'mma grow, I'mma get you high tonight
Balling up, whip the pussy, mine tonight
I can see you want me, pull you closely, song on silent, ignore the phone ring
Keep your hands on me, just get it, frisk my waistband, ass and titties
Keep me Miss Gates, don't do digits, my phone bling, just been 2 million
Maybach, low key, big ladies hit me, it's 36 Coupe, I'm whipping
Hair on trap, that's 3 more chickens, new boo game on fleek, room glistening
Chris be get me it through chickens, raps on lap, big shit I did it
Head to the back, lot of taps on chilling, matter of fact, big racks I get it
When the game on, they stop tripping, bullshit make a real nigga lose interest
[Chris Brown:]
Oh, no no no no
Light another blunt then we gon' light up the floor
Smoking all that ganja you can smell through the door
Sex tape never, 'less she let me record
And I know where your head's at
Got your attitude from your mama
And I don't wanna set back
Just do me a favor and save the drama
Faded To Sade (Remix) lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. Lyrica Anderson)
[Chris Brown:]
We can match a blunt up, listening to Sade
Do just what you wanna, echoes in the attic but we fucking in the basement
Didn't notice that the sun up, we must have fell asleep to Sade
You give me a fever, I've been catching feelings I'm having trouble erasing
So it's all up to you girl, what's the point of playing cool?
All of us know girl you the shit, yeah you the truth
Baby I've been missing your love all night, jump on it
Cause baby I've been missing your love
So we gon' do it 'til the morning
Girl you ain't got shit to say unless you talking making love
Let's lay it down and play
Make you scream my name
I'm gonna play another love song
Gonna play that Sade, faded to Sade
[Lyrica Anderson:]
Let's light another blunt up, getting faded to the Sade
Can I kiss it for a moment? I'll relax my body while you spelling "la de da di"
So it's all up to you boy, what's the point of playing games?
All of us know boy you the shit, boy you the truth
[Chris Brown:]
Baby I've been missing your love all night, jump on it
Cause baby I've been missing your love
So we gon' do it 'til the morning
Girl you ain't got shit to say unless you talking making love
Let's lay it down and play
Make you scream my name
I'm gonna play another love song
Gonna play that Sade, faded to Sade
[Chris Brown & Lyrica Anderson:]
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, I really wanna play your game
I'm ready for the way you love, I think that it's about time for you to scream my name
Say oh, baby girl, you got that something
You know that one thing, you know what it is, your love, love
[Chris Brown:]
Baby I've been missing your love all night, jump on it
Cause baby I've been missing your love
So we gon' do it 'til the morning
Girl you ain't got shit to say unless you talking making love
Let's lay it down and play
Make you scream my name
I'm gonna play another love song
Gonna play that Sade, faded to Sade
[Chris Brown & Lyrica Anderson:]
Love, do it 'til the morning, yeah
We can match a blunt up, listening to Sade
Do just what you wanna, echoes in the attic but we fucking in the basement
Didn't notice that the sun up, we must have fell asleep to Sade
You give me a fever, I've been catching feelings I'm having trouble erasing
So it's all up to you girl, what's the point of playing cool?
All of us know girl you the shit, yeah you the truth
Baby I've been missing your love all night, jump on it
Cause baby I've been missing your love
So we gon' do it 'til the morning
Girl you ain't got shit to say unless you talking making love
Let's lay it down and play
Make you scream my name
I'm gonna play another love song
Gonna play that Sade, faded to Sade
[Lyrica Anderson:]
Let's light another blunt up, getting faded to the Sade
Can I kiss it for a moment? I'll relax my body while you spelling "la de da di"
So it's all up to you boy, what's the point of playing games?
All of us know boy you the shit, boy you the truth
[Chris Brown:]
Baby I've been missing your love all night, jump on it
Cause baby I've been missing your love
So we gon' do it 'til the morning
Girl you ain't got shit to say unless you talking making love
Let's lay it down and play
Make you scream my name
I'm gonna play another love song
Gonna play that Sade, faded to Sade
[Chris Brown & Lyrica Anderson:]
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, I really wanna play your game
I'm ready for the way you love, I think that it's about time for you to scream my name
Say oh, baby girl, you got that something
You know that one thing, you know what it is, your love, love
[Chris Brown:]
Baby I've been missing your love all night, jump on it
Cause baby I've been missing your love
So we gon' do it 'til the morning
Girl you ain't got shit to say unless you talking making love
Let's lay it down and play
Make you scream my name
I'm gonna play another love song
Gonna play that Sade, faded to Sade
[Chris Brown & Lyrica Anderson:]
Love, do it 'til the morning, yeah
Wrist (Remix) lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. Jeezy & Young Thug)
[Young Thug & Chris Brown:]
Wrist, tip, four, tip, four, tip
Wrist, tip, four, tip, wrist
It's Breezy, Tom Thugger
Wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, tip, four, tip, four
Yeah, yeah!
[Chris Brown:]
Cause my wrist still dripping, 44's still tip
In the cut with my hittas, no they do not miss
I'm a champagne pouring nigga, I love big asses and tits (show me them titties)
And if you're here just to witness, I just promise this
Hold my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
Hold my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
[Young Thug:]
Skrr, pull up in a Barbie
That's a brand new 16, 10-4
Excuse me, darling
Yeah, are you a nympho?
Baby are you for the police?
I ain't never ever got no info
Hoe, I'm sorry
In a nigga bitch mouth like Trident
I'mma, raise all the K's
AK's and SK's and Techs on my side
Better watch what you say
Cause I'm with that bullshit, I'm so ready to die
Right babe, what do you need?
I'm on the phone with my supplier
Bitch I'm armed like a sleeve
Don't get stuck with a knife
[Chris Brown & Young Thug:]
Bitch go ahead look at my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
Hold my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
[Jeezy:]
She told me murk it baby, no problem
I'mma kill that pussy like OJ
Then I'mma turn her over, hit her from the back
Talk to her like my name Rappin' 4-Tay
Slang that dope, get codeine
Make your whole body numb
You can call me the marathon man
Bitch I make your whole body run
My wrist dripping, your bitch tripping
Yeah she on my pole, she moving like a stripper
Rolled a swisha sweet, got her in my bed
She was on my dick and I was on the liquor
Wrist 100K, clips is 50 rounds
Bitch you know my seats is peanut butter brown
God damn, must be the bread
Got me fucking up her lace fronts, gimme that head
[Chris Brown:]
Bitch go ahead look at my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
Hold my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
Hold my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
Wrist, tip, four, tip, four, tip
Wrist, tip, four, tip, wrist
It's Breezy, Tom Thugger
Wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, tip, four, tip, four
Yeah, yeah!
[Chris Brown:]
Cause my wrist still dripping, 44's still tip
In the cut with my hittas, no they do not miss
I'm a champagne pouring nigga, I love big asses and tits (show me them titties)
And if you're here just to witness, I just promise this
Hold my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
Hold my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
[Young Thug:]
Skrr, pull up in a Barbie
That's a brand new 16, 10-4
Excuse me, darling
Yeah, are you a nympho?
Baby are you for the police?
I ain't never ever got no info
Hoe, I'm sorry
In a nigga bitch mouth like Trident
I'mma, raise all the K's
AK's and SK's and Techs on my side
Better watch what you say
Cause I'm with that bullshit, I'm so ready to die
Right babe, what do you need?
I'm on the phone with my supplier
Bitch I'm armed like a sleeve
Don't get stuck with a knife
[Chris Brown & Young Thug:]
Bitch go ahead look at my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
Hold my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
[Jeezy:]
She told me murk it baby, no problem
I'mma kill that pussy like OJ
Then I'mma turn her over, hit her from the back
Talk to her like my name Rappin' 4-Tay
Slang that dope, get codeine
Make your whole body numb
You can call me the marathon man
Bitch I make your whole body run
My wrist dripping, your bitch tripping
Yeah she on my pole, she moving like a stripper
Rolled a swisha sweet, got her in my bed
She was on my dick and I was on the liquor
Wrist 100K, clips is 50 rounds
Bitch you know my seats is peanut butter brown
God damn, must be the bread
Got me fucking up her lace fronts, gimme that head
[Chris Brown:]
Bitch go ahead look at my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
Hold my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
Hold my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
Rumors lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. Tyga)
[Tyga:]
Yeah, rumor has it that I'm armed
Somebody should have told them
When the cash starts flowing and the hands start reaching
You read the contract your man ain't breaching
Uh, and rumor has it
The jeweler wants his money
But I'm out here rocking all my chains, real chunky, real comfy
And rumor has it when I hit the club hoes go dummy
And rumor has it, I'm doing magic
David Blaine, diamonds in the hat trick
Rumor has it, thought you had it
How is that true when I have it? Yeah, yeah
[Chris Brown:]
Look at all these rumors, uh, surrounding me everyday
I just need some time, some time to get away
From all these rumors, I can't take it no more
My best friend said a story I know 'bout me and the girl next door
Look at all these rumors
Look at all these rumors
[Tyga:]
Uh, rumor has it, I'm a hazard
Don't give me no Hennessy, I might make some enemies
And rumor has it, I'm going broke, it's all smoke and mirrors
What happens when you smoke huh?
You start to see shit, start to believe shit
Can't read me cause you believe what you read bitch
And rumor has it I need you for me to make it happen
You believe that shit, you really smoking crack then
Came up from a small room packed in
Used to drink out the tap, now I'm tapped in
And rumor has it I'mma die rich
Yeah, me and all my stacks in my casket, cramped in
Rumor has it there's a rumor 'bout me
They don't know what to do about me
And rumor has it there's a rumor 'bout you
You a bitch ass nigga and I know it's true, yeah, yeah
[Chris Brown:]
Look at all these rumors, uh, surrounding me everyday
I just need some time, some time to get away
From all these rumors, I can't take it no more
My best friend said a story I know 'bout me and the girl next door
Look at all these rumors
Look at all these rumors
Rumor has it that a nigga brazy, if you was me then you would do the same thing
And I know everybody gon' attack me, stop acting like these niggas like me
And I done fucked around and had a baby, I was running 'round pussy crazy
All these rumors, spreading like, you know I
Look at all these rumors, uh, surrounding me everyday
I just need some time, some time to get away
From all these rumors, I can't take it no more
My best friend said a story I know 'bout me and the girl next door
Look at all these rumors
Look at all these rumors
If you got a problem, come see me my nigga
You know it's California baby
I pull up, hop out, anywhere my nigga, anywhere
Can't let waiting be your job, remember that, 500, so what?
Yeah, rumor has it that I'm armed
Somebody should have told them
When the cash starts flowing and the hands start reaching
You read the contract your man ain't breaching
Uh, and rumor has it
The jeweler wants his money
But I'm out here rocking all my chains, real chunky, real comfy
And rumor has it when I hit the club hoes go dummy
And rumor has it, I'm doing magic
David Blaine, diamonds in the hat trick
Rumor has it, thought you had it
How is that true when I have it? Yeah, yeah
[Chris Brown:]
Look at all these rumors, uh, surrounding me everyday
I just need some time, some time to get away
From all these rumors, I can't take it no more
My best friend said a story I know 'bout me and the girl next door
Look at all these rumors
Look at all these rumors
[Tyga:]
Uh, rumor has it, I'm a hazard
Don't give me no Hennessy, I might make some enemies
And rumor has it, I'm going broke, it's all smoke and mirrors
What happens when you smoke huh?
You start to see shit, start to believe shit
Can't read me cause you believe what you read bitch
And rumor has it I need you for me to make it happen
You believe that shit, you really smoking crack then
Came up from a small room packed in
Used to drink out the tap, now I'm tapped in
And rumor has it I'mma die rich
Yeah, me and all my stacks in my casket, cramped in
Rumor has it there's a rumor 'bout me
They don't know what to do about me
And rumor has it there's a rumor 'bout you
You a bitch ass nigga and I know it's true, yeah, yeah
[Chris Brown:]
Look at all these rumors, uh, surrounding me everyday
I just need some time, some time to get away
From all these rumors, I can't take it no more
My best friend said a story I know 'bout me and the girl next door
Look at all these rumors
Look at all these rumors
Rumor has it that a nigga brazy, if you was me then you would do the same thing
And I know everybody gon' attack me, stop acting like these niggas like me
And I done fucked around and had a baby, I was running 'round pussy crazy
All these rumors, spreading like, you know I
Look at all these rumors, uh, surrounding me everyday
I just need some time, some time to get away
From all these rumors, I can't take it no more
My best friend said a story I know 'bout me and the girl next door
Look at all these rumors
Look at all these rumors
If you got a problem, come see me my nigga
You know it's California baby
I pull up, hop out, anywhere my nigga, anywhere
Can't let waiting be your job, remember that, 500, so what?
Substance lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. HoodyBaby, Tracy T & Young Lo)
Right now you want OHB, yeah
Let's talk about something, girl I need your acceptance
You're making assumptions, but you know it's nothing
The liquor keep calling, you know I need more
It's 99 problems, can't take anymore, I'm 'bout to mix up this Sprite with the 4
Oh, OHB 'bout to walk through
Only high bitches in the bedroom
Pop a Xan, watch me get loose
Throwing all of these bands for you
Substance, substance, substance, substance
All this substance abuse, I need substance from you
Substance, substance, substance, substance
All this substance abuse, I need substance from you
Girl who do you fuck when I ain't in the city?
Driving me crazy, way over the limit
My homies, they say that I'm tripping
Fuck it I'm tripping, I'm crazy, I'm whipping
My heart is racing, this shit is amazing
This neck just the bandages
How did our love end up like the Kennedy's?
Mixing up drugs, yeah I got the remedy
Damn, you fucking the enemy
I gave you the best of me
Showed her how to trap out the bando
And left her the recipe
Substance, substance, substance, substance
All this substance abuse, I need substance from you
Substance, substance, substance, substance
All this substance abuse, I need substance from you
Substance abuse, substance from you
Thousand dollar tab, baby this I bought food
This a 2 seater baby, you can't car pool
Got the old school move, like the car new
Bands low, never make a girl spend it with me
When she gone, I get it back, make her spend another 60
Still cold hearted, say it's cold hearted
She shotgun, I drop the top lid and her hair blow
Them heels got you walking like you on the runway
No paper, we got the game like the arcade
Wonder which, I know you're gonna make it right for me
Put the pussy on the flight, make it tonight for me
And baby, I jump in that foreign
She hop in that passenger
She gon' work, she lowkey in the Acura
Bitch ain't cuffing, your boy still a bachelor
Substance, substance, substance, substance
All this substance abuse, I need substance from you
Substance, substance, substance, substance
All this substance abuse, I need substance from you
4 in the morning, I'm thinking of you
Just got the ceiling, I'm pouring it through
How can I deal with this substance abuse?
I'm only asking this all cause of you
These Xannies got me tripping right now
Girl your love is like a Perc, my heart itching right now
See them flashes of your face, I wanna kiss you right now
But I know it's just the drugs that got me tripping right now
Tried to offer you my heart, you used it like the playground
Favorite groupies, jealously, I thought you would stay 'round
Guess it's back to prescriptions to deal with the symptoms
I can't feel my face and I'm losing my vision
Substance, substance, substance, substance
All this substance abuse, I need substance from you
Substance, substance, substance, substance
All this substance abuse, I need substance from you
In recover, rehabilitating for you
Teach me a lesson, I'm drug testing, making all the moves
We both getting fucked up, what's your excuse?
A new slave with a new fade, my chain a noose
Bitch I'm sipping, you steady tripping and policting
Taking vacations with your bitch, why she ain't posting pictures
I can lead her to that water if she wanna listen
If she don't drink, she gon' drink, I'm still gon' fuck some bitches
You know that pussy my addiction
She driving my stick, tryna fuck up my transmission
I'm pissed off, withdrawals just fucking up my pimping
Take a picture nigga, see how I'm living
Ain't going back to prison, I got felonies, dismissing the case
A couple million, got a .45 locked in the safe
Hella bitches, hella bitches pile up in the Wraith
Hollywood with the cameras all up in your face
Let's talk about something, girl I need your acceptance
You're making assumptions, but you know it's nothing
The liquor keep calling, you know I need more
It's 99 problems, can't take anymore, I'm 'bout to mix up this Sprite with the 4
Oh, OHB 'bout to walk through
Only high bitches in the bedroom
Pop a Xan, watch me get loose
Throwing all of these bands for you
Substance, substance, substance, substance
All this substance abuse, I need substance from you
Substance, substance, substance, substance
All this substance abuse, I need substance from you
Girl who do you fuck when I ain't in the city?
Driving me crazy, way over the limit
My homies, they say that I'm tripping
Fuck it I'm tripping, I'm crazy, I'm whipping
My heart is racing, this shit is amazing
This neck just the bandages
How did our love end up like the Kennedy's?
Mixing up drugs, yeah I got the remedy
Damn, you fucking the enemy
I gave you the best of me
Showed her how to trap out the bando
And left her the recipe
Substance, substance, substance, substance
All this substance abuse, I need substance from you
Substance, substance, substance, substance
All this substance abuse, I need substance from you
Substance abuse, substance from you
Thousand dollar tab, baby this I bought food
This a 2 seater baby, you can't car pool
Got the old school move, like the car new
Bands low, never make a girl spend it with me
When she gone, I get it back, make her spend another 60
Still cold hearted, say it's cold hearted
She shotgun, I drop the top lid and her hair blow
Them heels got you walking like you on the runway
No paper, we got the game like the arcade
Wonder which, I know you're gonna make it right for me
Put the pussy on the flight, make it tonight for me
And baby, I jump in that foreign
She hop in that passenger
She gon' work, she lowkey in the Acura
Bitch ain't cuffing, your boy still a bachelor
Substance, substance, substance, substance
All this substance abuse, I need substance from you
Substance, substance, substance, substance
All this substance abuse, I need substance from you
4 in the morning, I'm thinking of you
Just got the ceiling, I'm pouring it through
How can I deal with this substance abuse?
I'm only asking this all cause of you
These Xannies got me tripping right now
Girl your love is like a Perc, my heart itching right now
See them flashes of your face, I wanna kiss you right now
But I know it's just the drugs that got me tripping right now
Tried to offer you my heart, you used it like the playground
Favorite groupies, jealously, I thought you would stay 'round
Guess it's back to prescriptions to deal with the symptoms
I can't feel my face and I'm losing my vision
Substance, substance, substance, substance
All this substance abuse, I need substance from you
Substance, substance, substance, substance
All this substance abuse, I need substance from you
In recover, rehabilitating for you
Teach me a lesson, I'm drug testing, making all the moves
We both getting fucked up, what's your excuse?
A new slave with a new fade, my chain a noose
Bitch I'm sipping, you steady tripping and policting
Taking vacations with your bitch, why she ain't posting pictures
I can lead her to that water if she wanna listen
If she don't drink, she gon' drink, I'm still gon' fuck some bitches
You know that pussy my addiction
She driving my stick, tryna fuck up my transmission
I'm pissed off, withdrawals just fucking up my pimping
Take a picture nigga, see how I'm living
Ain't going back to prison, I got felonies, dismissing the case
A couple million, got a .45 locked in the safe
Hella bitches, hella bitches pile up in the Wraith
Hollywood with the cameras all up in your face
"Royalty" (2015)
- Back To Sleep lyrics - Chris Brown
- Fine By Me lyrics - Chris Brown
- Wrist lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Solo Lucci)
- Make Love lyrics - Chris Brown
- Liquor lyrics - Chris Brown
- Zero lyrics - Chris Brown
- Anyway lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Tayla Parx)
- Picture Me Rollin' lyrics - Chris Brown
- Who's Gonna (Nobody) lyrics - Chris Brown
- Discover lyrics - Chris Brown
- Little Bit lyrics - Chris Brown
- Proof lyrics - Chris Brown
- No Filter lyrics - Chris Brown
- Little More (Royalty) lyrics - Chris Brown
- Day One lyrics - Chris Brown
- Blow It In The Wind lyrics - Chris Brown
- KAE lyrics - Chris Brown
- U Did It lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Future)
- The 80's lyrics - Chris Brown
- Blue Jeans lyrics - Chris Brown
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