Follow Me lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Sean Kingston & Constantine)

 (Mm, CP did it)

[Chris Brown:]

It's okay, baby

If you are the shy type

Just let me help you with that

You know that I'm a nice guy

Help you out with you

It's okay, baby

If you not used to gettin' naked

I'm just gon' take you to the shower

And start with the basics

Turn it on hot for you, test it out

Girl, I know it's steamin', sweat it out

Turn it up a notch or two, just let it out

I see you loosenin' up

Girl, watch your step

Might be slippery

You gon' need my help

Girl, grab a towel

I'ma wrap my arms around you

Goin' straight to the bedroom

[Sean Kingston:]

Follow me, girl, follow me

These are the sounds of love (Sounds of love)

Follow me, girl, follow me

Let's turn the volume up (Volume up)

Follow me, girl, follow me

These are the sounds of love (Sounds of love)

The way you moan, you sound so pretty, girl

Oh (Oh)

[Constantine:]

It's your song, baby

Melody's just right

Let me help you with that

You know I am the right type

Help you gettin' naked

It's okay, baby

If you're not used to love facin'

I might just fuck you for an hour

And start with the basics

[Chris Brown:]

Turn it on hot for you, test it out

Girl, I know it's steamin', sweat it out

Turn it up a notch or two, just let it out

I see you loosenin' up

Girl, watch your step

Might be slippery

You gon' need my help

Girl, grab a towel

I'ma wrap my arms around you

Goin' straight to the bedroom

[Sean Kingston:]

Follow me, girl, follow me

These are the sounds of love (Sounds of love)

Follow me, girl, follow me

Let's turn the volume up (Volume up)

Follow me, girl, follow me

These are the sounds of love (Sounds of love)

The way you moan, you sound so pretty, girl

Oh (Oh)

[Constantine:]

Your moans are all the sounds of love

So many, it sweep me

Your body has the perfect bum

I know them niggas gon' hate that I got you (Oh)

You know these bitches gon' hate that you got me too (Oh)

But we keep makin' this music

[Sean Kingston:]

Follow me, girl, follow me

These are the sounds of love (Sounds of love)

Follow me, girl, follow me

Let's turn the volume up (Volume up)

Follow me, girl, follow me

These are the sounds of love (Sounds of love)

The way you moan, you sound so pretty, girl

Oh (Oh)

Fire lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Kap G)

 When a nigga lash out, wanna label me a thug

Well I'ma show you what it feel like

A nigga had to share a cloak and bath soap

My first time whippin' crack, I ain't get it right

I just hit twenty-seven, heard them legends die young

I don't fuck with needles or crack pipes

But I put that on my kid, I'ma die for my young

Hopefully she'll get the steps right

Remember wakin' up at county

My attorney got whole list of assaults

Half are plea bargains, other half I paid off

And all the crimes I committed, I see the judge read it off

And all the police be crooked, and you can't judge me at all

Ha, yeah

I see the nigga I wanna be in the mirror

And I didn't love myself like I do now

Ooh yeah, they hate a nigga that's fearless

Ha, they hate the freedom, yeah, they hate a nigga lifestyle

Oh-oh (Oh-oh)

Sick and tired of always bein' fed up

You know diamonds only form from pressure

You're expectin' me to run for cover

But it's bombs away tonight

Dance with the Devil, I'm playin' with fire

Nothin' gon' change, nothin' gon' save me

I'm playin' with fire

Ain't no breakin' these chains so why am I prayin'?

I'm playin' with fire

All on my own, sittin' here cryin' for someone to take me

I got no hands on the wheel

Drivin' while I'm intoxicated (Ayy)

Yeah, I just wanna brand new Royce, yeah (Skrrt)

I just wanna brand new Porsche, yeah (New Porsche)

I just want a Lambo' with the horse, yeah (With the horse)

I just wanna dress you up you in Dior, yeah (In Dior)

I remember when I was poor, yeah (When I was poor)

Now I'm on my way to the Forbes, yeah (To the Forbes)

I don't really like to import, yeah (Import)

Disappointers'll be with me with the fork, yeah

Skrrt, skrrt

My brother, they whippin'

No, I want the Bentley truck (Ooh)

Can't put a semi up

For Magic City up

Sleep with the semi up (Gang!)

They don't fuck with me

I'm fuckin' the city up (Ooh)

Ramen noodles, rockin' food now

I'm doin' shows up in Honolulu

I posted in the cut just like a boo-boo

My bitch from New Orleans but she don't do voodoo

Oh-oh (Oh-oh)

Sick and tired of always bein' fed up

You know diamonds only form from pressure

You're expectin' me to run for cover

But it's bombs away tonight

Dance with the Devil, I'm playin' with fire

Nothin' gon' change, nothin' gon' save me

I'm playin' with fire

Ain't no breakin' these chains so why am I prayin'?

I'm playin' with fire

All on my own, sittin' here cryin' for someone to take me

I got no hands on the wheel

Drivin' while I'm intoxicated, hey

Fairytale lyrics - Skyetunes x Chris Brown

 Skye, you a special one

The one

CB, yeah, another one

I know you love me but I heard about you (Heard about you)

They say you ain't good for me (So what?)

I don't care 'cause it ain't true, oh whoa

If they're just stories (Yeah), I'd rather see for myself

I guess I'm the only one that still believes in

Fairytales

Feel like the only one (Oh whoa)

Is this a dream or a fairytale?

Am I the only one, only one? (Oh whoa)

I don't wanna be the one you dream about

Only once in a while

You're the type a girl I need to keep around me

I tell myself, yeah, yeah

Every night, I don't wanna be the one you dream without

I want you by my side

When I see you, we go up every time

I mean every time (Every time)

I guess I'm the only one that still believes in fairytales

Adam ate the apple

Eve gave it to him

Still chasing the apple

I know what you're doing

Now, let me tell you something

No, let me tell you

If I let you squeeze the apple, we gon' make juice (Ayy)

'Cause baby, when a real bitch want you

She could give a fuck 'bout rumors

Why would I believe the lies? ('Bout a rumor)

I can see you with my own eyes

You're like a fairytale

Feel like the only one (Feels like the only one, oh whoa)

Is this a dream or a fairytale? (Oh whoa)

Am I the only one, only one? (Oh whoa)

I don't wanna be the one you dream about

Only once in a while

You're the type a girl I need to keep around me

I tell myself, yeah, yeah

Every night, I don't wanna be the one you dream without

I want you by my side

When I see you, we go up every time

I mean every time, every time

I guess I'm the only one that still believes in fairytales

Hey, hey

Listen

This is for my girls

Lemme tell you about a certain someone, ooh, yeah (Ooh yeah)

Said it wasn't fake

I guess I'm the only one that still believes in

Fairytales

Feels lyrics - Tory Lanez & Chris Brown

 Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby

Ooh (Ayy)

Yeah, yeah, ayy

Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby

Ooh, loving you right, loving you right, loving you

Touching you right, touching you right, touching you

Feels for the night, best time of our lives

Loving you right, loving you right, loving you

(Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby)

Loving you right, loving you right, loving you

Touching you right, touching you right, touching you

(Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby)

Feels for the night, best time of our lives

Loving you right, loving you right

Get in the covers, mami hold down my love and

Oh, yeah, give it to me good-good tonight (What?)

I'm goin' under, 'cause I know you're wonderin', baby

Oh, yeah (Oh, yeah), I'm givin' it good-good to you

Know what I'm doin', baby (I just wanna keep)

Loving you right, loving you right, loving you (Oh)

Touching you right, touching you right, touching you (Touching you, ooh)

Feels for the night, best time of our lives (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Loving you right, loving you right, loving you (Like this, like this)

(Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby)

Loving you right, loving you right, loving you (Uh, uh, uh, oh)

Touching you right, touching you right, touching you

(Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby)

Feels for the night, best time of our lives (Oh, I just wanna keep)

Loving you right, loving you right

I didn't get any rubbers (Sorry)

I'm givin' you raw love tonight (Tonight)

I'm trustin' you, yeah (Trusting you with everything)

You trustin' me with a good-good time (In your life)

I got you, come sit on me

I eat the peach, tastin' your soul

Licky-lick, oh, my God

Switch it to me, you on your knees, suckin' the soul out me

Massagin' your feet, babe (Babe)

Feel the heatwave (Wave)

Don't sweat it out, know it's a weekday

Know you gotta go to work (Work, work, work)

But today you're gonna be a little late

And I'm gon' let you sleep, bae

You're gon' be rushin' when you gotta leave

I love you, girl, I'm teasin'

(Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby)

When we done, I'm get you where you gotta be

First, you gotta fuck the shit out of me

Ooh (I wanna keep loving you right), loving you right, loving you right, loving you (Oh, oh, you, ooh, baby)

Touching you right, touching you right, touching you (I just wanna touch you right, yeah, baby)

Feels for the night, best time of our lives (Yeah, baby, yeah, it's the best time)

Loving you right, loving you right, loving you (Loving you, loving you, can I, babe?)

(Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby)

Loving you right, loving you right, loving you (Loving you, loving you, oh)

Touching you right, touching you right, touching you (Right, right)

(Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby)

Feels for the night, best time of our lives (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Loving you right, loving you right

Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby

Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby

Everybody, Let's Party lyrics - Chris Brown

 I'm on the floor now

And looking for the right way to speak to you

Oh, oh

Fire, see the smoke now

Call the paramedics, baby, needs a rescue, huh

Just lose control-ol

Your body's calling for me

Get loose some more-re, oh

Don't change for me, girl, love the way you are

'Cause I'm dangerous, girl, I'ma steal your heart

If you let me

Want a good girl to get, get, get dirty

It ain't the same, but so what?

She came to play 'cause she wanna be naughty

On the dancefloor

She's all over me now, now, now, now

She's dancing on me, Dirty Diana

Don't slow down 'cause I like it

Just let it go

Don't stand on the wall

Just get on the floor and party

'Cause tonight, you can have it all

So go out and dance with somebody

One, two, three, go!

Oh-oh-oh, everybody

Oh-oh-oh, let's party

Oh-oh-oh, everybody

It's our, it's our, it's our, it's our destiny

All these bright lights creating an illusion on us, damn

But I know you want me

To feel you from your head to your toes

'Cause I like your private parts, ooh

If you feeling lonely

I'll be right there

I can make you who you wanna be

Baby, don't be scared

Don't change for me, girl, love the way you are (Oh)

'Cause I'm dangerous, girl, I'ma steal your heart

If you let me

Want a good girl to get, get, get dirty (Oh, oh)

It ain't the same, but so what? (Yeah)

She came to play 'cause she wanna be naughty

On the dancefloor

She's all over me now, now, now, now

She's dancing on me, Dirty Diana

Don't slow down 'cause I like it

Just let it go

Don't stand on the wall

Just get on the floor and party

'Cause tonight, you can have it all

So go out and dance with somebody

One, two, three, go!

Oh-oh-oh, everybody

Oh-oh-oh, let's party

Oh-oh-oh, everybody

It's our, it's our, it's our, it's our destiny

Destiny

Everybody

It's our, it's our destiny

Di-Dirty Diana

Don't stand on the wall

Just get on the floor and party

'Cause tonight, you can have it all

So go out and dance with somebody

One, two, three, go!

Oh-oh-oh, everybody

Oh-oh-oh, let's party

Oh-oh-oh, everybody

It's our, it's our, it's our, it's our destiny

Double Negative lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Justin Bieber)

 No sleep at all, runnin' a lie

Doing you wrong, proving you right each time

That's a (That's a), that's a double negative, oh

Showing up late, draggin' along

Won't pick up the phone while I'll be gone

Can't deny it

It's a double negative

Oh, double negative

'Nother jet, 'nother day in the sky

Fly in another direction from you

Wish I could FedEx my heart

And show up to your door

Signed, sealed, delivered

Gonna make you cry, let you down

More than likely from across town

Double shame on me

Double shame, oh

No sleep at all, runnin' a lie

Doing you wrong, proving you right each time

That's a (That's a), that's a double negative, oh

Showing up late, draggin' along

Won't pick up the phone while I'll be gone

Can't deny it

It's a double negative

Oh, double negative

Seems like he ain't got no boundaries

And he ain't got no patience

Seems like he never got nothing planned

So you'll never get anxious

Look in your mind

Keep wonderin' if you're too high-maintenance

Look in your mind

Keep wonderin' if I'm just too famous, uh

Can I shake the negative energy?

And with the karma, karma right back on me

In a moment of clarity

And metaphorically, it seems like Heaven

No sleep at all, runnin' a lie (Runnin' a lie)

Doing you wrong, proving you right each time

That's a (It's so messed up), that's a double negative (Ooh, a double negative, ah-ooh), oh

Showing up late, dragging along (Dragging along)

Won't pick up the phone while I'll be gone (No, no, no, no, no)

Can't deny it (Ooh, I won't deny it)

It's a double negative (Oh)

Oh (Oh), double negative

Oh, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

Oh-oh (Oh-oh)

Oh, double negative (Double negative, ooh)

Never meant the negativity

Oh, no, no

No, oh

Oh-oh, woah

Woah-woah, yeah

Don't Play Me lyrics - Chris Brown

 Don't play, I'm grown, girl (Grown, girl)

You a freak, and bring you home girl (Home girl)

Fuck you to sleep then wake your ass up

You gotta go home, girl (Home, girl)

Uber on the way (Way)

Make sure you don't ever tell nobody where I stay (Oh, no)

Roll a hunnid joints for the day (Day)

Hit the club, buy a 100 Rosés, hol' up

Shit, you got something on my feet, girl (Oh yeah)

I don't do coke, I smoke weed, girl (Oh yeah)

You been drinking all these drinks, girl

And now you owe me, girl (Me, girl)

Don't play me

She got ass, no waist, no babies (No babies)

When she twerk it on me, I get a boner

I don't love her, but I want her, yeah

Don't play me, 'cause I'm gonna wear it out tonight (Oh yeah)

And you working that up and down, up and down

So baby, don't play with it, oh whoa

Don't play with it, yeah

Don't play with it, oh whoa

Don't play with it, yeah

Presidential Rollie on my wrist (On my wrist)

Never spending money on a bitch (No, no)

But I might buy the bar for all my ladies

And if they wanna turn up (Yeah)

Then I'll give them something

I know this what you want, girl (Want, girl)

She grabbing on my dick, yeah

Hands all on my meat, girl (Meat, girl)

I don't do crack, I sip lean, girl (Lean, girl)

Molly got you looking like a dream, girl

I'm feeling like a fiend, girl (Fiend, girl)

Don't play me (Play me)

'Cause I'm fucking bad bitches on a daily (On a daily)

I never rent my shit, I'm a owner (Owner)

If you need this dick, I'm a donor, yeah

Don't play me, 'cause I'm gonna wear it out tonight (Oh yeah)

And you working that up and down, up and down

So baby, don't play with it, oh whoa

Don't play with it, yeah

Don't play with it, oh whoa

Don't play with it, yeah

Don't play me, 'cause I'm gonna wear it out tonight (Oh yeah)

And you working that up and down, up and down

So baby, don't play with it, oh whoa

Don't play with it, yeah

Don't play with it, oh whoa

Don't play with it, yeah

Don't Give It Away lyrics - Fridayy & Chris Brown

 Don't give it away

You know it's mine, tell me who gon' make you feel this way?

So many times, I fucked up with you but I'm done with the games

Act like I wanted you to leave, but girl, I need you to stay

Don't give it away

No, no

Order what you want and put it all on me

Know we go together like a harmony

Every time we pop out, we gon' make a scene

Know that you ain't fucking with no goofy

We gon' fuck around and make a movie

Let me get it wetter than Jacuzzi

Shawty, you know you could have it your way

You be acting different off that foreplay, mmm

Girl, ain't no competition with you, I don't even gotta choose

And I don't plan on stoppin', I be rockin' with you win or lose

So baby, if it ain't you I don't know who's who

Shawty, I need you, shawty, I need you

Don't give it away

You know it's mine, tell me who gon' make you feel this way?

So many times, I fucked up with you but I'm done with the games

Act like I wanted you to leave, but girl, I need you to stay

Don't give it away

No, no

Keep that shit a hunnid or nothing at all

When you fucked up, tell me who do you call?

Put you on my team, even gave yo ass the ball

Tell me you won't change like leaves in the fall

Used to over look the city while I blow your back out

Love when I'm aggressive, I might pull a track out

Put it in reverse, yeah, I had to back out

Every time we fucked, girl, I made you tap out, yeah

It ain't no competition with you, I don't even gotta choose

No baby, and I don't plan on stoppin', I'll be rockin' with you win or lose

So baby, if it ain't you I don't know who's who

Shawty, I need you, shawty, I need you

Don't give it away

You know it's mine, tell me who gon' make you feel this way?

So many times, I fucked up with you but I'm done with the games

Act like I wanted you to leave, but girl, I need you to stay

Don't give it away

Don't give it away

You know it's mine, tell me who gon' make you feel this way?

So many times, I fucked up with you but I'm done with the games

Act like I wanted you to leave, but girl, I need you to stay

Don't give it away

No, no

Stay, need you to stay

Stay

So many times, I fucked up with you but I'm done with the games

Act like I wanted you to leave, but girl, I need you to stay

Don't give it away

Die Young lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Nas)

 Die-ie-ie-ie-ie, whoa

Would you miss me?

If we die-ie-ie-ie-ie

All of my niggas they came with the choppers

Ride or die as a young nigga

Codeine all up in the pineapple Fanta

Ride or die as a young nigga, ayy

I'ma be a legend when I go

If I die-ie-ie-ie-ie

All of my niggas they came with the choppers

Ride or die as a young nigga (Oh)

Codeine all up in the pineapple Fanta

Ride or die as a young nigga (Oh, oh)

I'm probably dead (Buck, buck, buck)

Hear the gunshots sound, another black man down

'Nother innocent killed by the police, which side are you on?

All the violence is red and blue, oh

And the sons of a mother who never had a father

Tryna change a boy to a man

Got love for you, mama don't cry, we gon' be alright

'Cause one man shouldn't hate on another man

Judge no one 'cause of the color skin, oh-whoa

Let's stop killing each other, it's genocide

And if I die before I wake

I just pray to God my soul to take, whoa, yeah

If my brother is ridin', then we ridin', livin' like a young nigga

If we die-ie-ie-ie-ie

All of my niggas they came with the choppers

Ride or die as a young nigga

Codeine all up in the pineapple Fanta

Ride or die as a young nigga, ayy

I'ma be a legend when I go

If I die-ie-ie-ie-ie

All of my niggas they came with the choppers

Ride or die as a young nigga (Oh)

Codeine all up in the pineapple Fanta (Uh)

Ride or die as a young nigga (Oh, oh, uh)

I'm probably dead (Uh, buck, buck, buck)

In the projects it's made, so we don't progress

Experimental test, watch us kill each other

Film another homicide, they tape it, nobody make it

See, he goin' to kill the same lab rat he was raised with

Such and such, so and so, brother

They got right on top of each other

Too close, he got a new toast to shoot close

Gun go bang, talk your slang, basics

Soon the whole hood gon' have cases

See my neighbors, see my haters, see federal agents

Pharmacies ain't givin' out no medical favors

But we got scripts to codeine and Oxycontin

Gettin' rich off that like ain't no other options

Autopsy, dissect 'em, they open him up

All they wanna see is if he had coke in his blood

'Cause the cops shot him, just 'cause he came from the rock bottom

Now you see his name in the body column, they bodied him, uh

If we die-ie-ie-ie-ie (Oh, probably die)

All of my niggas they came with the choppers

Ride or die as a young nigga

Codeine all up in the pineapple Fanta (Probably die)

Ride or die as a young nigga (Ayy)

I'ma be a legend when I go

If I die-ie-ie-ie-ie (Hey)

'Cause all of my niggas they came with the choppers

Ride or die as a young nigga (We sippin' codeine)

Codeine all up in the pineapple Fanta

Ride or die as a young nigga (Oh, oh, hey)

I'm probably dead (Buck, buck, buck)

Ooh, ooh, ooh

I'm living for my daughter

Ooh, ooh

'Cause my baby need a father

Ooh, ooh

Don't wanna die young, young nigga, oh

Ooh, ooh, ooh

You got my back, I'm rollin' with you

Ooh, ooh

Holding me down 'cause it's what we do, do, oh

(Probably die young)

If we die-ie-ie-ie-ie (Die-ie-ie-ie-ie)

All of my niggas they came with the choppers

Ride or die as a young nigga (Ride or die as a young nigga)

Codeine all up in the pineapple Fanta (Ayy)

Ride or die as a young nigga

I'ma be a legend when I go

If I die-ie-ie-ie-ie (Die-ie-ie-ie-ie)

All of my niggas they came with the choppers (Oh)

Ride or die as a young nigga

Codeine all up in the pineapple Fanta (Ooh)

Ride or die as a young nigga (Oh, oh, ooh)

I'm probably dead (Buck, buck, buck)

If I die, just look into the sky

I ain't even gon' lie, tell my niggas don't cry 'bout nothin'

If there's somethin' on my mind, I was busy tryna find

I was drunk gettin' high

Dat Night lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Young Thug & Trey Songz)

 Yup!

Ayy, I fucked 'round and made them niggas

Goddamn open 'em all up tonight, know what I mean

Breezy!

I swear to God

Trigga

Matter of fact, ayy, ayy call the sheriff, man, call the sheriff

Slime

All my bitches, all my bitches

All my bitches with the shit when I be in Chicago (Yeah)

L.A., New York and Miami, pussy everywhere I go (Baby)

All my bitches with the shit when I be in Chicago

L.A., New York and Miami, pussy everywhere I go (Ayy)

All my bitches with the shit when I'm in Chicago

L.A., New York and Miami, pussy everywhere I go (Slime, I go)

I know what it is, we know you the shit

Know who got them bricks (Yeah), know who hittin' licks (Yeah, yeah), get this money blindfolded (Slime)

All my bitches with the shit when I'm in Chicago (Ayy)

Shakin' that ass naked with a friend, eeny, miny, moe

All my bitches lit, all my bitches with the shit

All my bitches scammers but they hold a hammer and split your shit, boy (Ooh)

Baby, fuck the situation, fuck them bitches hatin' (Ooh)

Fuck a pillow-talkin' nigga that be instigatin' (Ooh)

Frustrated, now I know why they all hate me (Why? Ooh)

I fuck these bitches and they know that I make pretty babies (Hahaha, woo!)

Detroit got me back on my back fuckin' black bitches (Yeah!)

Tippin' 4 and I'm pourin' 4 of Actavis (Ugh)

She know every time I turn up, I keep fuckin' up mattresses (Yeah!)

Tryna ask me why I don't nut, Percocet make the dick like a magician (Yikes!)

Funny ass nigga, why we laugh different?

'Cause I cash different

But tryna get my bitches, huh

You gotta pay for that last minute, bitch

All my bitches with the shit when I'm in Chicago

L.A., New York and Miami, pussy everywhere I go

I know what it is, we know you the shit

Know who got them bricks, know who hittin' licks (Yeah), get this money blindfolded

All my bitches with the shit when I'm in Chicago

Shakin' that ass naked with a friend, eeny, miny, moe

All my bitches lit, all my bitches with the shit

All my bitches scammers but they hold a hammer and split your shit, boy

All my bitches with the shit when I be in Toronto

I can get the pussy eyes closed with a blindfold

It's a war zone, nigga, we be in Chicago

Lot of mamas cry, niggas die in Chicago

Know some Bloods 'cause nigga livin' in L.A.

It's a lot of things ain't forgiven in L.A.

Know I'm from the third, I be reppin' that V.A.

You ain't got the money, you can never beat the case

Fuck the judge, fuck feds nigga, tryna get up off that poor

Niggas say they tryna eat, can't get shit up off my fork

I hopped off the porch, hopped in the Porsche

They hopped in the Benz, I fucked all her friends, yeah

All my bitches with the shit when I'm in Chicago

L.A., New York and Miami, pussy everywhere I go

I know what it is, we know you the shit

Know who got them bricks, know who hittin' licks (Yeah), get this money blindfolded

All my bitches with the shit when I'm in Chicago

Shakin' that ass naked with a friend, eeny, miny, moe

All my bitches lit, all my bitches with the shit

All my bitches scammers but they hold a hammer and split your shit, boy

Ayy, make her suck dick on the patio

I might eat that bitch up like some ravioli

I get a rush in designer zone

Why these young nigga tellin' they Tellitubbies (Ah)

I fuck her good, I don't tell them nothin'

Nut in her hair, make it good and fuzzy

I get it in with a bigger budget (Ha)

And the inside my car look like peanut butter (Woo)

Drag it when you walk, baby

I done came from rags to riches, did it all, baby

When we done, she say it's hard to walk, yeah, yeah

Fuck her in the light, I don't do nothin' dark, yeah, yeah (Ha)

Fuck you thought? (Uh) Red bottoms bleed when you walk (Uh)

Put my food in ya drawers (Uh)

Bedroom dim like walls (Uh)

Gun range, teach you how to chop 'em, yeah

Attached to my lights like moths, yeah

Favorite color red, hot sauce, yeah

Wanna see me dead, King Joffrey, yeah, yeah, yeah

All my bitches with the shit when I'm in Chicago

L.A., New York and Miami, pussy everywhere I go

I know what it is, we know you the shit

Know who got them bricks, know who hittin' licks (Yeah), get this money blindfolded

All my bitches with the shit when I'm in Chicago

Shakin' that ass naked with a friend eeny, miny, moe

All my bitches lit, all my bitches with the shit

All my bitches scammers but they hold a hammer and split your shit, boy

Congratulations lyrics - Congratulations (feat. Chanel West Coast)

 AnonXmous

Congratulations (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

It's the first day of your life (Ayy)

Oh no, oh no (Ayy, ayy)

I feel it in my heart

I feel it in my soul

The time is getting near

Just tell me when to go

Here I go

I'm packing up my bags

I'm headed out the door

I'm never looking back (Ayy)

Yeah, yeah (Ayy, ayy)

I'm never looking back

This a celebration ('Bration)

This a celebration

So say goodbye to yesterday

The future's in front of you

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Oh yeah

There's no time to waste

Gon' get your money (Hey)

Go 'head and ball it up now (Hey)

Congratulations, you are ready for the rest of your life

The rest of your life (Hey)

The rest of your life

The rest of your life (Hey)

I've forgotten 'bout my past life

'Cause now I live the fast life

Pretty brain with a ass right

Shinin' like a flashlight

Plus I got my cash right

White girl but my tan nice

Bali, go from very nice

So damn hot, I can't lie

Highest level penthouse

Used to feel left out

Now I'm with the best crowd

Rockin' here with Chris Brown

Everybody get loud

You know how we get down

Haters need to sit down

Never gonna quit now

Here to make a statement

Just face it

While I take over

Flyer than a spaceship

Poppin' like a toaster (Oh)

Pretty little face with curves like a rollercoaster (Oh)

Celebrate it

So say goodbye to yesterday

The future's in front of you

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Oh yeah

There's no time to waste

Gon' get your money (Hey)

Go 'head and ball it up now (Hey)

Congratulations, you are ready for the rest of your life

The rest of your life (Hey)

The rest of your life

The rest of your life

Yeah, look

Margiela on my wallet

You can't afford the profit

They hatin' used to stop it

'Cause the glasses here to stop it

I-I must be out my socket

I'm higher than a rocket

And my car is supersonic

Pooper scooper, that's poo-tonic

That's the shit, what that is?

Uh, that's just m ebonics

And haters never change so I change up like the climates

Got that ha-ha shit

Huh, that shit make you vomit

[?] rice, no Islamic

Just like at me Obama it, oh (Oh)

Huh, hunnid, hunnid on my belt, man (Oh)

Flyer, call me sire 'cause I'm higher than a stealth man (Oh)

Ha, parachute, skydiver

This a celebration ('Bration)

Juicy I'm that GG, fuckin' up my tires, huh

So say goodbye to yesterday

The future's in front of you

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Oh yeah

There's no time to waste

Gon' get your money

Go 'head and ball it up now

Congratulations, you are ready (Yeah) for the rest of your life

Compadre lyrics - Compadre (feat. Kap G)

 Murda on the beat, so it's not nice

Yeah, all these pills, I can't hear what you sayin'

Drugs, all these drugs, yeah, bitch

Goin' to the moon, beam me up

Smokin' high shit

Gas, smokin' gas, the fire shit

I'm runnin' plays, I'm connected with the plug

Huh, olé, olé, olé, my compadre

My homies loco when they shoot you out in broad day

It ain't no easy route 'cause speakin' ain't the hard way, yeah

Olé, olé, olé, I just found out the play

Got my bitch all on his line sendin' his location

You must think you slick, huh

Pull up with the stick

Revolver, hollow shells, so you won't find out who did it

Disappear like Houdini

Drop the top, that's a magic trick

Three Lamborghinis, you fuck niggas on that rentin' shit

Cool as shit, through with all the foolish shit

You know, got the Rugers, with the toolies with

Get, that's a .30 clip, yeah

All these pills, I can't hear what you sayin'

Drugs, all these drugs, yeah, bitch

Goin' to the moon, beam me up

Smokin' high shit

Gas, smokin' gas, the fire shit

I'm runnin' plays, I'm connected with the plug

Huh, olé, olé, olé, my compadre (My compadre)

My homies loco when they shoot you out in broad day (Out in broad day)

It ain't no easy route 'cause speakin' ain't the hard way (Yeah)

Wakin' up, I'm feelin' like I'm Pablo (Pablo)

I got some partners with the duffle like I'm Ralo (Damu)

I got some partners who gon' pull up with them hollows (Skrrt)

Your bitch gon' send me your location from your iPhone (Ayy)

Pull up in the trenches (Pull up in the trenches)

Uh, nigga, pull up with the stenches (Pull up with the stenches)

Uh, I keep pulling out of them bitches (Yuh)

I got the sauce and I'm drippin' (Woo)

I'm dripped in designer, call me Big Tymin, I'm just being honest

We got it on us, we pull up in Hondas

You don't want the drama, you talk to your Honor, yeah

All these pills, I can't hear what you sayin' (Kap G)

Drugs, all these drugs, yeah, bitch

Goin' to the moon, beam me up

Smokin' high shit

Gas, smokin' gas, the fire shit

I'm runnin' plays, I'm connected with the plug

Huh, olé, olé, olé, my compadre

My homies loco when they shoot you out in broad day

It ain't no easy route 'cause speakin' ain't the hard way

All these pills, I can't hear what you sayin'

Drugs, all these drugs, yeah, bitch

Goin' to the moon, beam me up

Smokin' high shit

Gas, smokin' gas, the fire shit

I'm runnin' plays, I'm connected with the plug

Huh, olé, olé, olé, my compadre

My homies loco when they shoot you out in broad day

It ain't no easy route 'cause speakin' ain't the hard way

Blow My Mind lyrics - DaVido & Chris Brown

 It's Shizzi, m-m-magic fingers

Never waste your time, never let you go

Top down, back to back, you're the best I know

Oh yeah, you dey blow my mind, blow my mind, blow my mind

For your love I go change my life, change my life, change my life

Yeba

Come here, do your dance make I spend ego

(We go rendezvous)

Dutty whine, dutty whine for me nice and slow

So many nights I did wait for my time

To get you all alone for one night

You do me somethin' no lie, I go mad for your type

I want to do you, whatever you want

Freaky freaky for you, show me what you're into

Girl you just dey blow my, blow my mind, blow my mind

your body dey blow my, blow my mind, blow my mind

Girl you just dey blow my, blow my mind, blow my mind

your body dey blow my, blow my mind, blow my mind

Where you at? Where you at? (We go rendezvous)

Where you at? Where you at? (Make we rendezvous)

Where you at? Where you at? (We go rendezvous)

Where you at? Where you at? (Make we rendezvous)

Wanna drink from your water, give me a cup

I ain't just wanna sip

I'm tryna steal your love, I'm guilty of it

I don't give a shit about who telling all our business when I'm killing it

When I'm feeling it, kissing it and it turn into an animal

Yeah yeah, girl I fuck with a attitude

Angry and you're dangerous, it don't matter no

'Cause your body controllin' me, it don't matter no

And I know you see the same vision

Nobody gon' change how we live

Nobody gon' change how I feel about you

I want to do you, whatever you want

Freaky freaky for you, show me what you're into

Ooh, girl, you just dey

Girl you just dey blow my, blow my mind, blow my mind

your body dey blow my, blow my mind, blow my mind

Girl you just dey blow my, blow my mind, blow my mind

your body dey blow my, blow my mind, blow my mind

Where you at? Where you at? (We go rendezvous)

Where you at? Where you at? (Make we rendezvous)

Where you at? Where you at? (We go rendezvous)

Where you at? Where you at? (Make we rendezvous)

Bet You Know lyrics - Chris Brown

 Man, I don't even know why I keep doin' this shit to myself

Shit crazy

Stressful as a motherfucker

I wear my heart on my sleeve, nigga

Glass house

Fuck you talkin' 'bout?

On to the next (Yeah)

Already forgot ya like I never knew ya

Watch me pull up in that Phantom while I'm livin' in Miami (Hey!)

Got my heart rollin' dice in a centerfold

Should've listened when I told ya

Should have never played the games

'Cause I been the man way too long (Too long)

And my fall back game too strong (Yeah!)

Now you blowin' up my phone

Talkin' all the shit I would have, but the moment's gone (Hey, hey)

And now I'm done and my heart is made of stone, oh

Ooh, yeah

Oh, look what you done

You gon' make me pull up on you with the next bitch right now (Right now)

Ain't no tellin' what I might do from now (Oh-whoa)

Oh, and now we're over and done (Done)

If you didn't know that I'm that nigga, bet you know now

If you didn't know, bet you know now

Tired, playin' same shit for ya

Done flexin' on you

Oh-whoa, oh-oh

Tired, playin' same shit for ya

Done flexin' on you

Ha ha, yeah!

Two of my niggas said they had they way with you, way with you

You know that I don't want it if another nigga on it now

I ain't got no time to play no game with you (No)

Flooded out the Rollie just to drip it on you, drip it on you (Ow!)

Want me to be stressin', but, girl, you know I'm not

Now you all in my Tumblr tryna see what I'm on

I thought I told you that my fall back game too strong

Talkin' all the shit I would have, but the moment's gone

And now I'm done and my heart is made of stone, oh

Oh, look what you done (You done)

You gon' make me pull up on you with the next bitch right now (Yeah)

Ain't no tellin' what I might do from now (Oh-whoa)

Oh, and now we're over and done (Done)

If you didn't know that I'm that nigga, bet you know now

If you didn't know, bet you know now

Tired, playin' same shit for ya (Oh)

Done flexin' on you

Oh-whoa (Oh, baby)

Tired, playin' same shit for ya (Ooh-ooh)

Done flexin' on you (Hee-hee-hee)

Hol' up!

Bitch reckless tryna hang out with the enemies (Yeah)

Goin' to another nigga, show up and he pull you out the club

Go 'head with the ho-ass tendencies (Oh)

You wanna fuck that nigga, go 'head and fuck him 'cause I won't hold you down

He gon' let you go in a minute

And all these niggas wanna fuck my bitches because I'm winnin' (Oh)

Nigga, let me know when you finished

'Cause you ain't gettin' over, no, no

That's what I call pimpin'

Oh, look what you done

You gon' make me pull up on you with the next bitch right now (Oh, hey)

Ain't no tellin' what I might do from now (Yeah)

Oh, and now we're over and done (Oh)

If you didn't know that I'm that nigga, bet you know now (Bet you know now)

If you didn't know, bet you know now (Bet)

Tired, playin' same shit for ya (Oh)

Done flexin' on you (Oh, oh!)

Tired, playin' same shit for ya

Done flexin' on you, oh

If you didn't know I'm that nigga, bet you know now

If you didn't know I'm that nigga, bet you know now

If you didn't know, bet you know now

Baddest lyrics - Yung Bleu, Chris Brown & 2 Chainz

 (Romano)

(Hitmaka!)

(OG Parker)

Sexy motherfucker, you the baddest one (Woah)

Gave you all my love, that shit been addin' up (Woah)

We should get away somewhere and run it up (Woah)

You tryna fall in love (Oh)

Need you to bring all of your friends and let's fuck it off (Fuck)

I know you ain't been touched enough (Enough)

I know you ain't the only one, oh one (One)

Need you to bring all of your friends and let's fuck it off (Fuck)

I know you ain't been touched enough (Touched enough, enough)

I know you ain't the only one

See you with your friends, you got a

Brand new Benz, you got a

Nigga blowin' up your phone, you ain't thinkin' 'bout him

She just wanna turn up with her girls, get the stress off

And I just wanna take her to the room, get that dress off

Even though I'm in a good mood, I fuck you like I'm pissed off

And don't give me no attitude, you gon' make my dick soft

Heard she wanna fuck me 'cause I'm lit now ('Cause I'm lit now)

Yeah, heard she wanna fuck me 'cause I'm rich now ('Cause I'm rich now)

We can link after the club, I got a penthouse

Second 'til I shoot it, it comes so fast, I made her get down

She got new ass and new titties, she a ten now

She got new ass and new titties, she a ten now

Sexy motherfucker

Sexy motherfucker, you the baddest one (Woah)

Gave you all my love, that shit been addin' up (Woah)

We should get away somewhere and run it up (Woah)

I'm tryna fall in love (Oh)

She got new ass and new titties, she a ten now (Yeah)

She got new ass and new titties, she a ten now (Toni)

Sexy motherfucker

You know I got your back, baby (Back)

We ain't gotta talk about it (Right)

Your booty stickin' out, they gotta walk around it

Take my queen to King of Diamonds (Mm)

PJ, I switch the climate

It ain't no seat assignment

Doze off, wake up on an island (Yeah)

I bring your friends so y'all can fuck it up (Fuck it up)

Rolls and a couple truck

I bought a couple zips

I brought some Molly and some shrooms, you think we flew here?

Oh, we gon' really trip (Trip)

Pussy on fingertips (Mm)

Yeah, I'ma kiss them lips

I'm talkin' both of 'em (Both of 'em)

I told her, "Ride this dick and I'm the chauffeur"

I hit it from the side, then I make her fall off

Pussy too wet for me to fuck you on my sofa

Mess it up (Yeah)

(Sexy) Sexy motherfucker, you the baddest one (Woah, baddest)

Gave you all love, that shit been addin' up (Woah, it's been addin', baby)

We should get away somewhere and run it up (Run it up)

I'm tryna fall in love (Oh)

Need you to bring all of your friends and let's fuck it off (Fuck it off, fuck it off, woah)

I know you ain't been touched enough (Fuck it off, fuck it off)

I know you ain't the only one, oh one (Yeah, fuck it off, fuck it off, woah)

Need you to bring all of your friends and let's fuck it off (Fuck it off, fuck it off,, woah)

I know you ain't been touched enough (Oh, oh, no)

Oh, you ain't the only one (Sexy motherfucker)

Sexy motherfucker, hmm

Sexy motherfucker, hmm

Sexy motherf-

Sexy motherfucker