Fuck Them Hoes lyrics - Ray-J & Chris Brown

[Jacquees & Chris Brown]
I said I'm sorry if I hurt you, baby (I'm sorry, I'm sorry)
'Cause I been, I been fuckin' hoes (ooh)
And I know you don't care about shit right now
Fuck that, I can't let it go
Oh yeah
I know I've been fuckin' hoes, fuck them hoes
You know I, you know I, fuck them hoes, girl, I own it
Every time I'm out of line, fuck them hoes
I know I been a dog but you now that you here tonight
Fuck them hoes

[Chris Brown:]
Baby, I been doin' way too much, I'm ruthless (yeah, yeah)
I been playin' stupid, way too much excuses (stupid, oh yeah)
I know I let you down, pussy made me lose it (down, ow)
You know my mind get stupid whenever she shake her booty (ha)
Tried to make her by makin' her payments
Nigga keepin' a lid on the latest
In the dog house, 'bout to buy a plane for her
'Cause, she don't fuck with the Mercedes
Money, I'm in cut with the paper
And she in the cut with the razor
Baby, just do me a favor
Live for now and talk 'bout it later

[Jacquees & Chris Brown:]
I said I'm sorry if I hurt you, baby (I'm sorry, I'm sorry)
'Cause I been, I been fuckin' hoes (ooh)
And I know you don't care about shit right now
Fuck that, I can't let it go
Oh yeah
I know I've been fuckin' hoes, fuck them hoes
You know I, you know I, fuck them hoes, girl, I own it
Every time I'm out of line, fuck them hoes
I know I been a dog but you now that you here tonight
Fuck them hoes

[Ray J:]
You know I been whippin', whippin', young, rich and ruthless
And I been playin' stupid, way too much excuses
I know I let you down, when I saw you do it
You put your heart into it and then I broke into it
Damn, girl, I'm sorry
All these drugs I'm doin'
All this weed I'm smokin'
All these bitches choosin'
I'm the one in the club with the paper
All of these models I paid for
2: 30 in the club, gettin' fucked up
Let's talk about that shit later

[Jacquees, Ray J & Chris Brown:]
I said I'm sorry if I hurt you, baby (talk about it later, I'm sorry, I'm sorry)
'Cause I been, I been fuckin' hoes (ooh)
And I know you don't care about shit right now
Fuck that, I can't let it go
Oh yeah
I know I've been fuckin' hoes, fuck them hoes
You know I, you know I, fuck them hoes, girl, I own it
Every time I'm out of line, fuck them hoes
I know I been a dog but you now that you here tonight, fuck them hoes
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I Already Love Her lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Ray J)

[Chris Brown:]
It's a battle in this love war
Through the fire, I'm your dragon slayer
Yeah, oh I
It feels like I'm drowning in water
Needed more air, all alone
You don't remember all the love we shared
And you pretend not to care
Girl it tears me
You've been fallin' in and out of love
All of your friends they keep tellin' me I'm a hoe
I keep fuckin' up, it's really hard to trust me
Going crazy off that codeine in that car, baby help me

Fuck it, I already love her, already smokin' that killer
Fuck it, I already love her, so let me start fuckin' with bitches
Fuck it, I already love her, I turn that girl to a lady
I put that girl in a Mercedes, 2016, the latest
Fuck it, I already love her
Oh, fuck it, I already love her
Fuck it, I already love her
Fuck it, I already love her

[Ray J:]
It's a battle in this love war
Through the fire, I'm your dragon slayer
Woah, I needed your help
Fuck it, I already love her, guess I'll stop fuckin' with bitches
And I won't be all undercover, oh you gon' see lots of pictures, oh yeah
Ever since I saw your photo, I've been doing a whole lotta drinkin;
Got fucked up off the coco, I did it until it was finished
It's like a dragon's burnin' in my soul
And I keep on battlin' with this devil on my shoulder

[Ray J & Chris Brown:]
Fuck it, I already love her, already smokin' that killer
Fuck it, I already love her, I can make her to a woman
That PG we fuckin' yeah
Put her in the mile high club, y'all
Fuck it, I already love her, already smokin' that killer
Fuck it, I already love her, so let me start fuckin' with bitches
Fuck it, I already love her, I turn that girl to a lady
I put that girl in a Mercedes, 2016, the latest
Fuck it, I already love her
Oh, fuck it, I already love her
Fuck it, I already love her
Fuck it, I already love her

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Come Back lyrics - Ray-J & Chris Brown


[Ray J:]
Girl, you should stay in tonight (oh, woah)
We don't gotta go out
'Cause I got something planned special, for you
But baby, you could keep your heels on and that lingerie
I'm loving your panties, in my bed, keep it romantic (mm, oh)
And girl, I know the sheets is all white
We can fuck 'em up, girl, it's all right

[Chris Brown & Ray J:]
Let's disappear, yeah, yeah
If you don't mind leaving your girlfriends, no?
We don't need nobody watching us, yeah
'Cause baby, that's when we making love
I want for you to scream, when you're about to climax (ooh)
When I'm kissing you, holding you and fucking you on the floor (ooh)
And when I'm inside, I'm gonna give it to you more (when I'm inside)
So you gon' come back

[Chris Brown:]
Oh, babe, your body, your body, your body (damn)
Oh, give it all to me, I don't wanna share
Making you scream, when I'm pullin' your hair
Neighbors bangin' on the walls
And baby, we're louder than the music
We goin' faster and faster
It can't get no better, lovin' is right here
So let's go

[Chris Brown & Ray J:]
Let's disappear, yeah, yeah
If you don't mind leaving your girlfriends, no?
We don't need nobody watching us, yeah
'Cause that's when, 'cause baby, that's when we making love (making love)
I want for you to scream, when you're about to climax (when you climax, ooh)
When I'm kissing you, holding you and fucking you on the floor (we doin' it on the floor)
And when I'm inside, I'm gonna give it to you more
So you gon' come back

[Ray J:]
All in your dreams, you gon' see my face at night (ooh)
My tongue, goes in the perfect place, right (ooh)
Girl, I want it, but, I know you want it more
Let's run away and watch you come back for more
Oh, let's get started with a little foreplay
Can we fuck up the bed? On them white sheets, yeah
Ooh, I know you gon' be comin' back
Gave you the best, now you runnin' it back
You know, I just wanna love you tonight

[Chris Brown & Ray J:]
Let's disappear, yeah, yeah
If you don't mind leaving your girlfriends, no? (you don't mind)
We'll be alright until the sunrise
'Cause baby, 'cause that's when, that's when we making love
I want for you to scream, when you're about to climax (ooh, I want for you to scream, ooh, ooh)
When I'm kissing you, holding you, fucking you on the floor (on the floor)
And when I'm inside
If I give it to you once more, you gon' come back

[Chris Brown:]
Let's disappear, yeah, yeah
If you don't mind leaving your girlfriends, no?
'Cause baby, that's when we makin' love
I want for you to scream, when you're about to climax
When I'm kissing you, holding you, fucking you on the floor
And when I'm inside
If I give it to you once more, you gon' come back
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Side Bitch lyrics - Ray-J & Chris Brown

[Chris Brown:]
You ain't nothing but trouble, yeah, yeah
Girl, that's why you my side bitch
Give your ass to all them niggas
I just wanna fuck, no love
Say you love me, bitch, you lying
Give your ass to all them niggas
She's sexy, I want that
I know she been leadin' me on
He gave her a bottle of Rosé
Watch that bitch turn off her phone
She sneaky, can't believe
Anything that comes out her lips
Girl, that's why you my side bitch
That's why you my side bitch

Look, I'm takin' shots of D'USSÉ
Te-tellin' me you love me, better watch what you say
Bitchbitch, you a bird, I got a flock of groupies
Lo-lo-lookin' for the money, bitch, I ball, I'm too paid
What you, what you mean I ain't never committin'?
Every nigga in LA to hit it
I ain't, I ain't throwin' no shade, lil' mama got amazin' titties
Big booty but her brain is missin'
Let me paint the picture
Says she, says she couldn't see me tonight, had to go to work
Had to get her weight up
4-45 minutes later, seen the bitch in the club with another nigga laid up (laid up)
With her triflin' ass, I guess this hoe all about her paper
I'm-I'm-I'ma do me, I-I-I told her don't do me no favors, favors
Thinkin' 'bout wildin' out, then the DJ startin' shoutin' me out
Yeah, I'm finna send my niggas to the bitch crib
While she fuckin' my niggas, runnin' the house
Huh, I need to cool down, nigga
Call myself Brown, you that nigga
Get up off that mob shit
A nigga can't really be mad about a side bitch, ha

You ain't nothing but trouble, yeah, yeah
Girl, that's why you my side bitch
Give your ass to all them niggas
I just wanna fuck, no love
Say you love me, bitch, you lying
Give your ass to all them niggas
She's sexy, I want that
I know she been leadin' me on
He gave her a bottle of Rosé
Watch that bitch turn off her phone
She sneaky, can't believe
Anything that comes out her lips
Girl, that's why you my side bitch
That's why you my side bitch

[Ray J:]
I-I-I got a lot of freaky reasons
Why-why I call you my side chick, I-I-I call you my side chick (side chick)
I-I fuck you every other season (si-si-side chick, oh yeah)
Ba-baby, you too much trouble for a nigga to be in (si-si-side chick)
Why does that pussy feel so good? (So fucking good)
A fucked up position for a nigga to be in
She got so much motivation, my side bitch
Pussypussypussy good and hella tight
A fucked up position for a nigga to be in
Girl, we be fuckin' this bitch 'til she hate it
Bo-bottom bitches kinda crazy
Too much trouble for a nigga to be in
Si-si-side bitch tryna have my babies

[Chris Brown (Ray J):]
You ain't nothing but trouble, yeah, yeah (ooh, woah)
Girl, that's why you my side bitch (th-th-that's why you my side bitch)
Give your ass to all them niggas (all my niggas)
I just wanna fuck, no love (fuck, no love)
Say you love me, bitch, you lying
Give your ass to all them niggas (oh, wanna let the homies get it)
She's sexy, I want that
I know she been leadin' me on (and I know she been leadin' me on)
He gave her a bottle of Rosé (of Rosé)
Watch that bitch turn off her phone
She sneaky, can't believe
Anything that comes out her lips (can't believe anything that this bitch talking 'bout)
Girl, that's why you my side bitch (that's why)
That's why you my side bitch (that's why you my side bitch)

[Ray J:]
Yeah, ooh, that's why
That's why, that's why
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Interlude [Vince Staples] lyrics - Ray-J & Chris Brown

[Tyler, The Creator:]
Can you, I don't know if you've ever said this in an interview, can you tell them your theory, on how Ray J, has never taken an L?

[Vince Staples:]
Ray J will never lose, Ray J is the man, Ray J is probably top 5, hip-hop, West Coast of all time

[Interviewer:]
Why? Why do you feel this way, Vince?

[Vince Staples:]
Does Ray J not have hits?

[Interviewer:]
He has a couple hits

[Vince Staples:]
Ray J was the first Blood on a record that was certified. Have you seen the [?] interview?

[Interviewer:]
No, what did he say in it?

[Vince Staples:]
So, without Ray J, there is no game. This interview, first Ray J album, peep that out. I was just a youngster hanging on the 9 block. Okay?

[Tyler, The Creator:]
It's, it's, it's more facts like, he has...

[Interviewer:]
Facts, why, what you mean he never takes an L? He always end up winning?

[Vince Staples:]
You like Kanye West music don't you?

[Interviewer:]
Of course I do

[Vince Staples:]
You like Moesha don't you?

[Interviewer:]
Of course

[Vince Staples:]
You like VH1 don't you?

[Interviewer:]
VH1 is a great channel

[Vince Staples:]
Ray J has had a hand in everything that's occurred in black culture. Nigga disrespected the money team. Ray J was the first to hop up. Bro, everything that we love is directly directed to Ray J. Period

[Tyler, The Creator:]
Excuse me

[Vince Staples:]
For the, for the, for the love of Ray J

[Interviewer:]
For the love

[Vince Staples:]
Love & Hip-Hop, Ray J. That was the name of that fucking song on that show, period

[Interviewer:]
Woah, woah. Corey, can you work on getting a Ray J feature for this?

[Vince Staples:]
We don't need a Ray J feature, we not ready for nothing like that. We just need a cosign
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Cherry Red Vans lyrics - Ray-J & Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Luvaboy TJ & Ray J)

[Chris Brown, Luvaboy TJ & Ray J:]
Just a young, fly nigga with a plan
Make 100 million in my cherry red van
Cherry red van, cherry red
Cherry red, cherry red
My niggas soo-woo and it's all on sight
A wife make a straight bitch wanna go dyke
I got that coke pure white, in them baby blue Xans
'Bout to make a million in my cherry red van, cherry red van

[Ray J:]
This one for my niggas in the slam, cherry red
Pontiac, 5 bird, Trans-Am
My auntie got the collard greens cookin' in the pan
And it feel like Thanksgiving when we feastin' with the fam
I buy my bottom bitch burgundy Porsche Cayenne
Paid my taxes to the church and said, "Fuck Uncle Sam"
I keep a mill in the oven like some honey baked ham
I went from black tuxedo with some cherry red Vans

[Chris Brown, Luvaboy TJ & Ray J:]
Just a young, fly nigga with a plan
Make 100 million in my cherry red van
Cherry red van, cherry red
Cherry red, cherry red
My niggas soo-woo and it's all on sight
A wife make a straight bitch wanna go dyke
I got that coke pure white, in them baby blue Xans
'Bout to make a million in my cherry red van, cherry red van
Cherry red van, cherry red van
Cherry red, cherry red van

[Chris Brown:]
All of you niggas some fake hoes
I dare any nigga to try some
Niggas upset, but won't take a hit
It's eastside nigga, 500
Piru, single that nigga from Avenue
Ray J, I fuck with this centre views
Give you one problem, we make the news
Soo-woo to my down boos
Pistol hang where my nuts at
Rain of fire, that's a blood bath
You already know where my cup at
Actavis, you can't touch that
If you got a problem, then pull up
We gon' handle this shit now
Only reason you hang with the shooters
Cause you not the man in the house

[Chris Brown, Luvaboy TJ & Ray J:]
Just a young, fly nigga with a plan
Make 100 million in my cherry red van
Cherry red van, cherry red
Cherry red, cherry red
My niggas soo-woo and it's all on sight
A wife make a straight bitch wanna go dyke
I got that coke pure white, in them baby blue Xans
'Bout to make a million in my cherry red van, cherry red van

[Luvaboy TJ:]
Lace up my red Vans, duckin' the feds
Helicopters on my head
Movin' the work on my momma house
Had to get the cheese, bitch a mighty mouse
Pull up in that cherry red chain
Breakin' the bread down with all my niggas
This is how we hang
Earned my stripes in the street like I banged up
That thug life, that's that hood life
Live your flag and throw your set up
Hustle for that good life
Chitty chitty bang bang
Ain't nothin' but a whoop thing
No stoppin' that shoot train
Bomb on 'em like Hussain

[Chris Brown, Luvaboy TJ & Ray J:]
Just a young, fly nigga with a plan
Make 100 million in my cherry red van
Cherry red van, cherry red
Cherry red, cherry red
My niggas soo-woo and it's all on sight
A wife make a straight bitch wanna go dyke
I got that coke pure white, in them baby blue Xans
'Bout to make a million in my cherry red van, cherry red van
Cherry red

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New Gang lyrics - Ray-J & Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Luvaboy TJ & Ray J)

[Ray J & Chris Brown:]
Oh you see the new gang comin', new gang comin'
Got that new gang comin' in
You see the new gang comin'
Bitch it's OHB, yeah we comin'
Propane got us all blunted
The cocaine got her nose runny
The strap got 100 rounds in it
If it ain't about money nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'

[Ray J:]
Pull up to the club 'bout 100
It's a lotta Pirus and a couple bounty hunters
I'm whippin' in that Wraith with my gunners
105 west with some shooters right in front of us
Got that meth lab up and runnin'
Rest in peace to the big homie [?]
Rest in peace to young [?] lil homie
From Centerville to Fruit Town, we gettin' money

[Luvaboy TJ:]
You don't bang bang, you ain't gang gang
You ain't never slang, choppin' 'caine
With a bad bitch from Spain
Talkin' slang off the Promethazine
OHB bitch, new whip
Stashed with rubber grips
Stackin' chips
Some of my homies Bloods and some bangin' Srips
22 rims with my brims and some lady friends
Stackin' ends, niggas in my way, that's one to the chin
Pockets on swole, I got a bunch of bands on me
All these model bitches, they can't keep they hands off me

[Ray J & Chris Brown:]
Oh you see the new gang comin', new gang comin'
Got that new gang comin' in
You see the new gang comin'
Bitch it's OHB, yeah we comin'

[Chris Brown:]
Pull up, pull up if you 'bout it nigga
Where I'm from, we body niggas
Kamakazis on Kawasakis
On 12 o'clock, you ain't ridin' with us
I got killers that do what I say when I need
Bullets spray fire out that lever
I got homies pullin' up in broad day
And set this bitch off like Keef
Smokin' Khalifa
And you was the one sayin' you was ready for war
Now you on the ship, you sound like a bitch
Can't fuck with your boy
This that new gang
All my niggas wear new chains
And I put my bitch in a Mulsanne
OHB in a black Lamb' like Bruce Wayne

[Ray J & Chris Brown:]
Oh you see the new gang comin', new gang comin'
Got that new gang comin' in
You see the new gang comin'
Bitch it's OHB, yeah we comin'
Propane got us all blunted
The cocaine got her nose runny
The strap got 100 rounds in it
If it ain't about money nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'

[Ray J:]
Pardon me but I don't usually talk a lot
If you ain't talkin' money, nigga what you talkin' 'bout?
The drop head take up multiple parkin' spots
Nowadays gotta keep most shooters in Harvey got
All about my presidents, hustle, never hesitant
Fuck who you invested in cause me, my niggas next to win
Money be my closest kin, I consider it my fam
Keep the drummer like a bam and bein' broke, I never can
Money's all I understand, I speak that shit fluently
Every way, you never there, we call that shit truancy
You speakin' that foolery, this money's nothin' new to me
Ain't worried 'bout who's hot, I was cool before it was cool to be
Fucking with a triant god, welcome to the tribe mob
Plus we out here ballin', bang it down like a LeBron lob
Championship rings for me and my fellow squad
Truth 100 like the numbers never lie, yeah

[Ray J & Chris Brown:]
Oh you see the new gang comin', new gang comin'
Got that new gang comin' in
You see the new gang comin'
Bitch it's OHB, yeah we comin'
Propane got us all blunted
The cocaine got her nose runny
The strap got 100 rounds in it
If it ain't about money nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'

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Let It Bang lyrics - Ray-J & Chris Brown (feat. Payso B, Jackie Long, Truth KO, Knotch)

[Jackie Long:]
We gon' let it bang
Money over everythang
Pull up in a new whip
Every night, Jackie Long got a new bitch
TMG, no extras
Pretty ladies wanna sex us
Shoutout to my investors
Niggas wanna hate 'cause the good Lord blessed us

[Ray J:]
Niggas yellin' what's up Blood?
And the ladies 'bout to get real twisted
It's about to go down in the club
And my nigga Chris Brown brought the bitches
All these bad bitches gettin' fucked up
VIP, got a lot of pretty women
My nigga Truth snuck in with the slug
And we gon' let it bang just for all you fuck niggas

Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Let it bang, let it bang
Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Oh

Girl, do your thing, that's my only one wish
I hope that pussy taste like Herseys Kisses
All up in the club with a lot of pretty bitches
And my niggas stay strapped just for all you fuck niggas, yeah
Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang, let it bang
And I know you wanna do it the same

[Jackie Long:]
Real niggas from the West side
Real niggas from the East side, yeah
Real niggas from the North side
South side, it don't matter where you at, what's up?
[Ray J:]
Niggas yellin' what's up Blood?
And the ladies 'bout to get real twisted
It's about to go down in the club
And my nigga Chris Brown brought the bitches
All these bad bitches gettin' fucked up
VIP, got a lot of pretty women
My nigga Truth snuck in with the slug
And we gon' let it bang just for all you fuck niggas

Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Let it bang, let it bang
Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Oh

[Jackie Long:]
Huh, look, let it bang like a new gang
Lit like a new flame, kickin' it like Liu Kang
I'm different but I got on way more than 2 Chainz
I'm standin' out like a bright blue flame
Look, look, light blue Bentley
Want a bad bitch so boujee and prissy
A Blood bitch crazy, hood name Brissy
Fuck me every night like she miss me
Straight from the jungle, it's pretty face but she still humble
Right jab still make a broke bitch stumble
Trick nigga, make a broke bitch rich
I can bang that, nigga, they gon' bang this

[Ray J:]
Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Let it bang, let it bang
Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Oh

[Jackie Long:]
Real niggas from the West side
Real niggas from the East side, yeah
Real niggas from the North side
South side, it don't matter where you at, what's up?
[Ray J:]
Niggas yellin' what's up Blood?
And the ladies 'bout to get real twisted
It's about to go down in the club
And my nigga Chris Brown brought the bitches
All these bad bitches gettin' fucked up
VIP, got a lot of pretty women
My nigga Truth snuck in with the slug
And we gon' let it bang just for all you fuck niggas

Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Let it bang, let it bang
Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Oh

[Truth KO:]
Huh, let it bang, let it bang
Where them head at? Let it rain, let it rain
Young Truth, baby girl, I do the damn thing
Ciroc for the bitches while I'm drinkin' champagne
Came with the snug, where the heat be at?
OHB in the bitch, where CB at?
This a couple real niggas inside the squad
It don't matter what side, worldwide the mob

[Ray J:]
Niggas yellin' what's up Blood?
And the ladies 'bout to get real twisted
It's about to go down in the club
And my nigga Chris Brown brought the bitches
All these bad bitches gettin' fucked up
VIP, got a lot of pretty women
My nigga Truth snuck in with the slug
And we gon' let it bang just for all you fuck niggas

Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Let it bang, let it bang
Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Oh

Girl, do your thing, that's my only one wish
I hope that pussy taste like Herseys Kisses
All up in the club with a lot of pretty bitches
And my niggas stay strapped just for all you fuck niggas, yeah
Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang, let it bang
And I know you wanna do it the same

[Payso B:]
Yeah, yeah, let it bang, let it bang
VIP lit, yeah, we brought the whole gang
Ray J, Truth, Jack Long and Payso
Throwin' money up, I just spent a bankroll
Came here to have a good time
But if a nigga trippin', we gon' let the lights shine
All the pretty ladies came to see what we doin'
10G gang, gettin' money and she knew it

[Ray J:]
Niggas yellin' what's up Blood?
And the ladies 'bout to get real twisted
It's about to go down in the club
And my nigga Chris Brown brought the bitches
All these bad bitches gettin' fucked up
VIP, got a lot of pretty women
My nigga Truth snuck in with the slug
And we gon' let it bang just for all you fuck niggas

Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Let it bang, let it bang
Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Oh

Girl, do your thing, that's my only one wish
I hope that pussy taste like Herseys Kisses
All up in the club with a lot of pretty bitches
And my niggas stay strapped just for all you fuck niggas, yeah
Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang, let it bang
And I know you wanna do it the same

Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Let it bang, let it bang
Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Oh
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Famous lyrics - Ray-J & Chris Brown

[Ray J:]
I just wanna flex on my ex
I just put my name on the check
Nigga smokin' propane on the jet
Bitches doin' cocaine on the jet
Fuck all the hater shit, know that you see me
Big wheels, I'm whippin' a Lamborghini
I see you act like I ain't nobody
Tryna fuck a nigga high up with your issues
Talkin' 'bout, "Baby I miss you"
[Chris Brown:]
Sentimental and I'm about to put you in your place
[Ray J:]
You think a nigga wanna diss you
What I've been through
I got too much hard for this bitch too
[Chris Brown:]
Damn right
I know that you cry when you're goin' to sleep every damn night
Damn lights and I ain't gon' practice
I fuck around and make another one...

[Ray J + Chris Brown:]
Famous
Make another one famous
Make another one famous
Oh nooo, no

[Chris Brown:]
Sick of the lies
Bitch, just look at the time
Look at it shine
Yeah, knowin' I'm fine
Knowin' you bitchin' to fuck up my vibe
Bitch, you a bum
Sorry I ain't mean it, know where I'm from
Automatic tat-tat-tat out the drum
Got that paper, nigga, I got the funds
Bitches schemin', nigga, already knowin'
Hoochie season and she already hoein'
She believes I'm 'bout to give her the foreign
She about to bring the best out of me
She got the GPS, know where I'm goin'
She from the 'jects, but I took her to Florence
Gave her that check so that bitch could get on
Pinkie ring, yeah it's stainless
Put you in danger when I made you...

[Ray J + Chris Brown:]
Famous
Make another one famous
Make another one famous
Oh nooo, no

[Ray J:]
Bitch I'm alive, yeah I'm alive
Yeah bitch, I'm alive
I told you fuck niggas you'll see me in time
And tell all my ex bitches just tellin' those lies
I told the judge, my right hand to the sky
It wasn't me, I'm not that kinda guy
She fuck me for fame, look in her eyes
She was the first one to sign on the line
She was the real one to plan it all out
Look at the family, they walk around proud
All because she had my dick in her mouth
Wanna have me in bed while you fuckin' your spouse
Shows that you still a rat and your man Mickey Mouse
Gotta stay strapped when you walk around now
I got me a badass wife, and I'm happy now, yeah

[Ray J + Chris Brown:]
Make another one famous
Make another one famous
Oh nooo, no

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Burn My Name lyrics - Ray-J & Chris Brown (feat. Bizzy Bone)

[Ray J & Chris Brown:]
Burn my name on my stone (everything)
Then make sure you fire it up (fire it up, yeah)
Burn that shit right to my soul
Then make sure you fire it up
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up (everything)
Burn that shit right to my soul
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul

[Ray J:]
I fucked around with the devil
Shirt feelin' like metal
Inhale that smoke
Then off to the next level
Hoes, I don't really care for
Real niggas, I ride for
My niggas that's locked up
Money on the books for your survival
Standin' next to the taco
Cocaine in the Tahoe
Blood niggas on beast mode
Crip niggas from East Coast
Ridin' round with the devil
On to the next level
Light that shit up
And burn that shit right to my soul

[Ray J & Chris Brown:]
Burn my name on my stone (burn my name)
Then make sure you fire it up (fire it up, yeah)
Burn that shit right to my soul
Then make sure you fire it up
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul

[Chris Brown:]
Light it up, light it up
I was the one that invited them
Fucked around and got bitches tipsy, yeah, them bottoms up (everything)
Yeah, I got too excited, bro
'Bout to start actin' funny on your ass
I reaper that G, all that Louis and Birkin
You wanted me to burn you, I did it on purpose
If it was your ass, get away with murder
Burnin' letters 'cause I'm writin' in cursive
Don't care if I'm right, nigga, fuck bein' perfect
In love with the Actavis, mixin' the Perc' (everything)
You know that I'm accurate, missin' a purpose
And I'ma look back on this shit 'cause you worth it
I'ma grow from my mistakes
I'ma grow from it and learn
The old me is all up and flyin'
Niggas smoke that OG, let it burn

[Ray J & Chris Brown:]
Burn my name on my stone (burn my name)
Then make sure you fire it up (fire it up, yeah)
Burn that shit right to my soul
Then make sure you fire it up
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul

Oh yeah, oh, ooh
Yeah, let it burn, burn
Oh yeah, oh, ooh
Yeah, let it burn, burn

[Bizzy Bone:]
Let it rain when I put 'em in a
When I put 'em in the game, when I murder them, mane
Got somebody that can put 'em in pain
When I sneak in the door, never heard 'em in pain
I'ma call you voodoo when I'm in that mood
And I murder insane
My name, written in blood all day
Yeah
I don't really wanna raise blaze
Don't pick up that vase, vase
She done wanted me to chase, chase
Every day that I wake and I bake and I shake that shit
Hate when I show all the fake that I see
When I break that rib, when I take that rib
And I make that rib, I don't think that take
Heard my name, take my pain
Take my brain, take my lane
They can name everything
I don't really wanna be a commodity
But it really don't bother me
'Cause honestly, no sign of me
My prodigy, is all I be
Uh, she's burning my name

[Ray J & Chris Brown:]
Burn my name on my stone (burn my name)
Then make sure you fire it up (fire it up, yeah)
Burn that shit right to my soul
Then make sure you fire it up
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul (oh yeah)
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul

Oh yeah, oh, ooh
Yeah, let it burn, burn
Oh yeah, oh, ooh
Yeah, let it burn, burn

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Chris Brown other songs

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Party lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Gucci Mane & Usher)

[Usher & Chris Brown:]
Oh, hey
Yeah, it's Breezy
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chris Brown:]
Pulled up on your bitch, tell your man I'm sorry
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin' out the 'rari
Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
When I'm with my clique, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party

[Chris Brown:]
Bitches dancin' naked in my livin' room
She straight out of college, just turned 22
Girl, get your money up, I ain't even mad at you
Got you all on me, makin' these niggas catchin' attitudes
Tell 'em don't start it, my niggas retarded
Fuck the judge and the sentence, huh, I got a good lawyer
I got a few girls on the way, baby girl, you ain't leavin'
It's my birthday with the cake, fuck it up, then let me eat it

[Chris Brown:]
Pulled up on your bitch, tell your man I'm sorry
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin' out the 'rari
Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
When I'm with my clique, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party

[Usher:]
Yeah, I just got the ring, I think I deserve a toast
Shout out to my team, we be out there doin' the most
Girl, come to my place, but don't bring no clothes
Let's be dirty babe, baby, drop it low
Pop rubber bands all on her ass, baby be hittin' the weakness
All in the back, dishin' the cash, make me if you need it
I got a few girls on the way, baby girl, you ain't leavin'
It's my birthday with the cake, lick it all, let me eat it

[Chris Brown:]
Pulled up on your bitch, tell your man I'm sorry
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin' out the 'rari
Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
When I'm with my clique, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party

[Gucci Mane:]
It's party, party, party like a nigga just got out of jail
Flyin' in my 'rari like a bat that just flew outta hell
I'm from the east of ATL, but ballin' in the Cali hills
Lil mama booty boomin', that bitch movin' and she standin' still
I know these bitches choosin' me, but I got 80 on me still
I'm tryna fuck, who tryna chill? 'Cause I'm just tryna pay some bills
I'm multi millionare LaFlare, just watch it, cost a quarter M
Just look at me and look at them, I smashed her on my first attempt
Like Scarface bitch, the world is mine, you should read the blimp
So either you gon' take a ride, or you gon' stay with him
'Cause I got places I can be, I get yo ass on the scene
Gucci, CB VIP, so fuck them niggas, look at me, Wop

[Chris Brown:]
Pulled up on your bitch, tell your man I'm sorry
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin' out the 'rari
Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
When I'm with my clique, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party

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mixtape: "Attack The Block" (2016) (with OHB x SECTION BOYZ)



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Don't Fuck With Us lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz)

Look, I ain't really with the talkin', bitch I'm really 'bout that action
I'm runnin' up a ticket and fuckin' bitches in traffic
Got a hundred million dollars, I could give a fuck about a hater
Oh, they be with the snitchin' and bitchin', they like investigatin'
Ain't tryna run down with that 4, let your homie know
All my niggas strapped like GI Joe, man you niggas toast
All you niggas pussy, lyin', claimin' you a real nigga
When we pull up and press your line, then we see who the real bitch is

And I'm just tryna pay no mind, won't waste my time
Won't give it all to a fuck nigga
Don't wanna show 'em the thriller, nigga don't make me a killer
You all pitchin', we all hitters, don't fuck with us

I got too many felonies, my PO keep tellin' me
To piss in a cup, don't give a fuck, I'm 'bout to smoke my weed
Plottin' in the club, man I wish a nigga plot on me
Thinkin' you gon' ball, I'mma slide, you gon' rest in peace
I got a couple fans in my hand right now
Me and all my homies, know these bitches only fuck with Gs
Now I can see why you hatin' me
All these bitches in the back of VIP, made that pussy leak
I can't give that hoe a place to sleep, but that pussy free
Fuckin' with my woods, throwin' Ps, in London, gettin' P
I'm just throwin' on that Project Pat, [?]
Shoutout my nigga Juicy J, know I keep that drink on me
All the baddest bitches know

Won't waste my time
Won't give it all to a fuck nigga
Don't wanna show 'em the thriller, nigga don't make me a killer
You all pitchin', we all hitters, don't fuck with us

A nigga a savage
Any car that you thought 'bout buyin', I had it
My bitches the baddest
Any hoe that you thought about fuckin', I smashed it
You spendin' paper and plastic
Always tryna come up on a plug
Run a check up like I run her up
Bitches love fuckin' with a thug
OHB, only hot bitches
Out here ballin', too much confidence
100 B, ain't no stoppin' this
Out here brackin', you need binoculars
See my team, diamonds immaculate
Sing sing, send 'em packages
Bang bang, in the line of fire
Then them niggas come after ya

And I'm just tryna pay no mind, won't waste my time
Won't give it all to a fuck nigga
Don't wanna show 'em the thriller, nigga don't make me a killer
You all pitchin', we all hitters, don't fuck with us
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Everybody lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Young Lo)

[Chris Brown:]
Alright now I said I ain't gon' trip
I can't even lie, you got me fucked up, shit

I ain't tryna be rude or stingy
But I ain't tryna share you with another man
You know you got the upper hand
You know you do that shit that I like
I know you teasin' and it's not right
I can't control it when you throw it back
And look me in my eyes, yeah
It's gon' be a long night cause
See these niggas tryna get you to they table
And hit you up later like "Come over, baby"
But that pussy mine, girl
Know you play a lot of games, but you know I wrote the play book
Keep your horses in the stables
Never written all the shit I got paid for
Baby, you better not do it, wish a nigga would
Throwin' this paper

Please don't dance with everybody
Cause I want all your lovin' to myself
Don't give it to everybody
No baby, please, only me
It ain't for everybody
I'mma go to work when you shake that thing
Do it in front of everybody
Right here, right now, in front of everybody
Oh yeah, everybody
Right here, in front of everybody
Oh, everybody
Right now, in front of everybody

[Young Lo:]
Know I ain't the first but I'm tryna be the last though
Might sound selfish, you can blame it on the cash flow
Check up at the crib, bed appeal, it's the bad hoes
Mr. Blow A Bag, why they mad? Cause I skrrt up in the Lambo
Rock the latest fashion so they glancin' when I pass through 'em
You don't fuck with everybody, you ain't gotta lie for 'em
Head to the gang, save that for the lames
I'm a G like Came, ball like James
So why you actin' like that?
Cause you're way too fly to be wastin' your time
Why you actin' like that?
Tell me why you wanna be the life of the party

[Chris Brown:]
Please don't dance with everybody
Cause I want all your lovin' to myself
Don't give it to everybody
No baby, please, only me
It ain't for everybody
I'mma go to work when you shake that thing
Do it in front of everybody
Right here, right now, in front of everybody
Oh yeah, everybody
Right here, in front of everybody
Oh, everybody
Right now, in front of everybody

Do it right now, right in front of everybody
Get that ass down, right in front of everybody
I'mma turn you out, all in front of everybody
Tear that ass up, even if I care about it
Girl, you better than everybody
Don't you let 'em take that pussy from me, he don't care about you
But don't you worry 'bout a damn thing, I got you
I don't care if they see, everybody watchin'

Please don't dance with everybody
Cause I want all your lovin' to myself
Don't give it to everybody
No baby, please, only me
It ain't for everybody
I'mma go to work when you shake that thing
Do it in front of everybody
Right here, right now, in front of everybody
Oh yeah, everybody
Right here, in front of everybody
Oh, everybody
Right now, in front of everybody

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