Talibans III lyrics - Byron Messia, Burna Boy & Chris Brown

 Da-da-da-da

Da-da

Yow Kellz

Link with the killy them

Saint Kitts to Trinidad

Big up the whole a them

'Cause wọn kéré nínú ayé

Anything I do

Headline news even wetin I no do

Them go say, "I do"

Nothing but the truth when I step up in the booth

No lie, my life no be small thing

Remember last Christmas

Santa Claus give me the glizzy with the switch, dawg

So some people no go see this Christmas

Man them a crosses, most of them not even Christians

Click-bang, body sinking like the quicksand

Ztekk full of bomb like Afghanistan

And everywhere me carry it 'cause me know the enemy them a pree

And me know them nah sorry for me

People a bawl and a scream 'cause we bad and we mean

Bloody crime scene, calamity

A so we shoot out brain fi go Canada, G

Make your marrow experience no gravity

Tell a pussy we no laugh up

We no take talk

Violate, people a dead dawg

Should a keep in your bed 'cause the Talibans them a make walk

We no laugh up

We no take talk

Badness a weh we endorse

We no shoot people fi end up in a Red Cross

Yow, Talibans, like

Say you bad, from which part?

Wul a mad dawg, dem pissed off

Everything get dark when di switch on

Blue stone, Chinese telephone, witchcraft

Half a cup, a milli stuck inna Ziploc

Rich talk, dis a big talk

Kingston, Portmore, full a replay

I send my backin' on it like I'm in Miami

Can't confide in my dawg that was rolling with me

Heart full of hate that I can't seem to, baby

Hope you got some headphones up in Heaven

Listenin' to every single session

290 switch, bare cockroach me step on

Woah, pussy, we no play that

Every gyal get fucked and I throw it back

Cocky down innna your belly, gyal, hol' at

Yeah, yeah

And everywhere me carry it 'cause me know the enemy them a pree

And me know them nah sorry for me

People a bawl and a scream 'cause we bad and we mean

Bloody crime scene, calamity

A so we shoot out brain fi go Canada, G

Make your marrow experience no gravity (Oh no)

Tell a pussy we no laugh up

We no take talk

Violate, people a dead dawg

Should a keep in your bed 'cause the Talibans them a make walk

We no laugh up

We no take talk

Badness a weh we endorse

We no shoot people fi end up in a Red Cross

Da-da, da-da

Da-da, da-da

Da-da, da-da

Da-da, da-da

Da-da, da-da

Da-da, da-da

Yow Kellz

Tell a boy we no laugh up

We no take talk

Violate, people a dead dawg

Mm, me wan' know a weh your head gone

You should a keep in your bed 'cause

We no laugh up

We no take talk

Yow dawg, we a make war, yow

Tell a boy we no laugh up

Anything a weh you get dawg

Sucka lyrics - Chris Brown

 How could I allow her to do it?

They say a man ain't supposed to cry

But right now I feel so foolish (Oh, why?)

Thought I could trust her

I guess I thought wrong

So many times I played the fool

I guess I was the dummy all along (Damn)

I guess I had it coming 'cause I'm famous

She was in it for the money, I can't blame her

She tried to break my pockets, but broke my heart

Yeah, she tried, guess I'm not that stupid after all

And my baby stuck in her ways

Girl, it's fine, what a nice try

At least we had a good time

Bitch, goodbye

You don't even see her when you come across her

You give her that alley-oop, think that bitch gon' cross ya

And if you got a lot of money, that pussy gon' cost ya

Don't trust that ho, don't be a sucka

Hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids

That's all she want

Hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids

That's all she want

Hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids

Don't trust that ho, don't be a sucka

Hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids

That's all she want

Hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids

That's all she want

Hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids

Don't trust that ho, don't be a sucka

I guess I had it coming 'cause I'm famous

She was in it for the money, I can't blame her

She tried to break my pockets, but broke my heart

Yeah, she tried, guess I'm not that stupid after all

And my baby stuck in her ways

Girl, it's fine, what a nice try

At least we had a good time

Bitch, goodbye

You don't even see her when you come across her

You give her that alley-oop, think that bitch gon' cross ya

And if you got a lot of money, that pussy gon' cost ya

Don't trust that ho, don't be a sucka

Hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids

That's all she want

Hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids

That's all she want

Hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids

Don't trust that ho, don't be a sucka

Hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids

That's all she want

Hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids

That's all she want

Hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids

Don't trust that ho, don't be a sucka

Stranger Things lyrics - Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown

 [Chris Brown:]

Bottles and a bucket full of ice (yeah)

Better make room, vroom hear the Lambo (celebrate)

Bitch better believe that I'ma sniper (yeah)

You know I'm 'bout to take you from your man though (celebrate)

Pop up with the chopper and artificial niggas actin' like bitches, it done started up a epidemic

It don't make a difference, nigga, we winnin', I'm plenty grinnin'

A hundred million platinum, fuck it, you ain't gotta listen (celebrate)

You better step down to me, feel the dick, bitch, open up your mouth for me

Now choke, talk to the dick honestly

I'm dope, bitch, comin' like Eenie Meenie Miney Mo (celebrate)

I don't like when I lose (I don't), if I don't buy her them shoes, I don't like those (regulate)

Do anything that I want to it, think I'm gon' dance on the moon like Michael (elevate)

[Joyner Lucas (Chris Brown):]

While I'm drivin', I'm moonwalking in the sky

With some shooters, we jump inside of the Buick

You duck and hide from the Rugers

A couple choppers, acoustic and the guitar

When the music, guess I'm alive and I use it

Get stuck inside of the cubics

I never lie but the truth is

I'm fuckin' tired of these losers

And all my life want the food

When it's summertime and the juice

But I'd rather die than to lose

It's a matter of time 'fore I lose it

And strategize with the movement

Walk in the trap like a boss, ooh

Hoe, you know I'm drippin' with the sauce, ooh

Pretty with a face full of scars, all they did was build me up

Try to take me apart, they ain't never wanna (celebrate)

Like you have a label, call the doctor

Heard the chopper make 'em do the macarena

All you niggas sweet as candy

Chocolate chip and I relate to Jolly Ranchers

Stick to bubblegum and watermelon flavored

Get the paper, I'ma (celebrate)

On the corner

Heard you niggas got the juice, but I got Corona

Got a little Spanish bitch, I call her maricona

Joyner Lucas, bitch, I'm hotter than a fuckin' sauna

Yeah, I make you niggas (elevate)

All you new niggas don't do it for me, look (woah)

Bitch, I'm the professor, you a student to me, woah

Designer shades on, like you cooler than me, wait (ayy)

All we do is win, you a loser to me

Rappers wanna talk about battle me (Joyner)

You can't give me neck with a mouth full of cavities

Bunch of lil niggas tried grabbin' me (grabbin' me)

Five foot five, boy, you niggas like half of me

You don't wanna see the other side of me (yeah)

Hard to make 'em happy, all these bitches stay mad at me

I just might take her 'round to Applebee's (Applebee's)

Give her long dick and a strawberry daiquiri

[Chris Brown:]

Order Cheesecake Factory, bubblin', why you mumblin'?

Watch you utter, stop stutterin', what you spend? Let me double it

Lime green 'rari, two twins, call 'em double mints

If all you pussy niggas my kids are in trouble then

Shut up before I spank you for actin' up

Now I'm wakin' up in cabanas 'cause she bad as fuck

And all gorillas don't want bananas 'less your chain is tucked

You wiggity-wack with the strap, you cross-criss, make you jump

I criss-cross with the pump, ain't no bricks in the trunk

Leave that shit for the chumps, I still get what I want

Don't wanna believe in my mind, but you believe in my dump

I'm takin' a knee for my side, could give a fuck 'bout they owners

Nigga, look at my eyes, you 'bout to give me my bonus

And every motherfuckin' record, that's a hit, I record it (celebrate)

And every motherfuckin' snitch up in this bitch, they reported (celebrate)

You paid your way for this fade and can't even afford it

Seventy-five mil', look at me now (celebrate)

And all these bad bitches can't keep their feet down (elevate)

You don't really wanna see Brown

Need to stop all that shit, talkin' put the seat down

Joyner, I don't really feel these niggas

Hol' up, I ain't gotta pay to kill these niggas

Time is money, need to fuck around and bill these niggas

Vet, so I'm finna good will these niggas (celebrate)

[Joyner Lucas:]

I'ma kill these niggas, I should grill these niggas

Take flex, Fresh Prince, Uncle Phil these niggas

Oh shit, I'm the shit, you could smell me, nigga

Break ribs, yeah, you don't want no real beef, nigga

I say As-salāmu ʿalaykum when I tear apart some bacon

Hoe, you actin' like a pig, you fuckin' filthy, nigga

Now the police tryna lock me in the prison, said I'm guilty

I said da da da da da, come and kill me, nigga

[Joyner Lucas:]

They must have forgot that I'm pyscho (jheeze)

Oh, you want war? Say no more

Turn your fuckin' block into a light show (Joyner)

[Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown:] You better be sure, better be sure

[Joyner Lucas:] I'm the realest nigga, that I know

[Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown:]

And I'm so bored, I might switch cars

Save a lotta money on Geico (jheeze)

And neighbors knockin' on my door, what the fuck you want?

Bitch, I'm Irak (jheeze)

Listen, nigga, mind your business

I'm so sick of niggas tellin' me how I've been livin' my life

Sick of rubbin' shoulders, now I'm runnin' over every motherfucker who ain't wanna get in my ride

I was watchin', you was shoppin'

Ain't never had the shit in my side

Now I'm poppin', I'm poppin', and your bitch keep hittin' my line

[Chris Brown:]

It's complicated, fuckin' up with my main bitch

Givin' it to the side bitch at the same damn time

Puttin' my face in it, never wastin' it

I'ma lay in it, hit it, hit it one more time

And then I'ma proceed and play with the pussy

You know I don't keep my cape on a hoodie

But I give a Uzi, it's a doozie, make a movie if you're actin', so (celebrate)

State Of The Union lyrics - Chris Brown

 Dreaming all the time, thinking to myself

If I'm man enough, if I'm good enough for you

I keep thinking about when you said

I know I wasn't ready for it, guess I was too scared

Wasn't prepared for what life had to bring me

I just wanted to be free, or someone to need me

Every day I'm feeling like I can't breathe, no

I can't get no sleep, got the weight of the world on me

But it's alright, alright, alright

It ain't a surprise, surprise, surprise

Gotta do what you gotta do where I'm from

I'ma shoot if I gotta shoot, I don't like guns

But everybody hating, where the love at?

If I give it to you, will you give the love back?

Ooh, it's time for everybody to level up and settle up your problems

Just go ahead and let God in 'cause he got us, yeah

Tired of running from the police, huh

Never fucking over my homies, huh

Hope my niggas make it in one piece, huh

In my lane whipping in it one seat, huh

I know a lot of people owe me

But I won't go back to the old me

Please stop acting like you know me

On my place, tryna keep us going

You got the right, the right to live it up

Shine 'til your light is bright and big enough

And if you bow down, come on, pick it up

When you aim for the sky, you start lifting up

It's super heavy to carry your own weight

And too much to finish what's on your plate

But it's okay, it's okay, okay, okay

Sound The Alarm lyrics - Chris Brown

 Girl, you said you love me loud

I'm listening, make me proud

Girl, make me bow

I want to feel all your love in my chest

Bang it out

So turn it up, shake the ground

'Til I can't walk, lock me down, knock me down

Your frequency screams at me

Wanna know how you soundin' surround

Break this heat up

Girl, you know how much I need ya

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Wanna feel the walls just closin' in

Wanna feel the fire on the floor

Rattle my head and spin my world around

Turn it up, love me louder

Make me feel your heartbeat through the floor

Sound your alarm, sound your alarm

I need ya

Sound your alarm, sound your alarm

I need to hear it, scream it

Make me feel you crashing through my core

(Ah) sound your alarm (Ah), sound your alarm

I need ya

Sound your alarm, sound your alarm louder

Make my chest feel paper-thin, baby, let me in

Ricochet, let that ricochet right, right, h-hit me

Make my day, ain't time for delay

Girl, you hit me now, now, now, now

Break this heat up

Girl, you know how much I need ya

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Wanna feel the walls just closin' in

Wanna feel the fire on the floor

Rattle my head and spin my world around

Turn it up, love me louder

Make me feel your heartbeat through the floor

Sound your alarm, sound your alarm

I need ya

Sound your alarm, sound your alarm

I need to hear it, scream it

Make me feel you crashing through my core

(Ah) sound your alarm (Ah), sound your alarm

I need ya

Sound your alarm, sound your alarm louder

Say my name, say my name

(You better scream my name)

Yeah, make me scream out

Shake it up, shake it up

I need to hear it now (Oh whoa)

Say my name, say my name (Yeah)

Yeah, baby, wear it out

Oh, oh

Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah, uh

Say my name, say my name

Now baby, scream out

Shake it up, shake it up

Just to tear it down

Feel me up, feel me up

Don't let me bow down, down, down

Love me loud (Yeah!)

Turn it up (Whoa), love me louder

Make me feel your heartbeat through the floor

Sound your alarm (Sound your alarm), sound your alarm

I need ya

Sound your alarm, sound your alarm (Sound)

I need to hear it (Yeah), scream it (Yeah)

Make me feel you crashing through my core

(Ah) sound your alarm (Ah), sound your alarm

I need ya

Sound your alarm, sound your alarm louder

You should do

Something Real lyrics - Summer Walker, London On Da Track & Chris Brown

 My last nigga was a bitch nigga

I need a nigga with bout 6 figures, yeah

Someone who know what to do with it, yeah

Someone who ain't on that goofy shit

I need to know what you gone do

I ain't tryna go through Déjà vu

It's some bullshit that I went through

Hope its not the same with you

Come make me feel a way

Taste till I levitate, yeah

Relieve all the pain

Make me forget those things

Oh, I wanna lay with you

See what this thing could do, yeah

Put me on something new

Put me on 'cause

I want something

Something that I can feel

I want something

That I know is real

I want something

Something that I can feel

Come and put me on the real, real, real

And I know you ain't never have nobody in your life

That'll come through and do you right

Why don't you let me change your life, girl?

I'm tryna put that wrist underwater (See the drip)

Girl I might just give you a daughter

Girl I know, baby that it's real

Let me show you how it feels

I'ma make you feel a way

Taste till you levitate

Let me relieve all your pain

Make you forget those things

Girl I wanna lay with you

And show you what this thing gone do to you

Put you on something new

I'll put you on on on

I want something

Something that I can feel

I want something

That I know is real

I want something

Something that I can feel

Come and put me on the real, real, real

I have yet to see the real

I need something I can feel oh

I have yet to see the real (I won't ever change up)

I want something I can feel

Girl you know how I feel, can feel

Can't you see the real I want it (Yeah)

I want something that I can feel

Smooches lyrics - Chris Brown

 Bangladesh

Smooches, baby

She wanna kiss it

Smooches, baby

She wanna kiss it

Smooches, baby

She wanna kiss it

Smooches, baby

Seal it with a kiss

She wanna kiss down on me

She wanna put her lips on me

She wanna kiss down on me

She wanna put her lips on me

It's dedicated to the girls around the world

Mr. Kiss Kiss, got a song for y'all

Look at my picture on your bedroom wall, wall

You know I can't forget ya

Swagger still the same, money never been a issue

And when I leave your city, you know that I'ma gonna miss ya

Wish I could kiss every one of y'all

Every one of y'all

Every one of y'all wanna give me

Smooches, baby

She wanna kiss it

Smooches, baby

She wanna kiss it

Smooches, baby

She wanna kiss it

Smooches, baby

Seal it with a kiss

She wanna kiss down on me

She wanna put her lips on me

She wanna kiss down on me

She wanna put her lips on me

Now every single time, I gotta raise the bar

Give you another reason just to take me home

She whispered in my ear that the crib not far

And then I have to give her that, "Oh my God"

Swagger still the same, money never been a issue

And when I leave your city, you know that I'ma gonna miss ya

Wish I could kiss every one of y'all

Every one of y'all

Every one of y'all wanna give me

Smooches, baby

She wanna kiss it

Smooches, baby

She wanna kiss it

Smooches, baby

She wanna kiss it

Smooches, baby

Seal it with a kiss

She wanna kiss down on me

She wanna put her lips on me

She wanna kiss down on me

She wanna put her lips on me

Smooches, baby

Sm-Smooches, baby

Smooches, baby

Sm-Smooches, baby

Smooches, baby

Sm-Smooches, baby

Sirens lyrics - Chris Brown

 Let me see what you about

Okay, I'ma fly you out, walk your pretty ass in my house

We ain't even gotta fuck on the first night

Baby, we can lay up, yeah, I know you had a long flight

I'ma keep it player, take the bed, I'ma take the couch

You say you ahead, first place, let me eat you out (Ow!)

Got that dope dick all the bad bitches talk about

She feel my nose ring, when I eat it, I'ma turn her out

Already know my figures, OHB the pussy killers

With the pistols and the strippers and a whole lot of bitches (Yikes!)

She gon' shift it, I'ma whip it, she off the white, I'm off the Henny

Where you get all that energy? Run around through the biddy

I'm the man in my city, know that you like consistency

You know that I'm in love if I fuck when your pussy bleed

Send that text to your homegirl, OMG

Now you mad 'cause your bitches wanna fuck me (Huh)

But we gon' be aight tonight

Hella high, bitch, higher than life

Baby, you just might be right tonight

Got me feeling like Mike tonight, moonwalk and then the ring with the flights

.45 by my side, yeah, your partner can die

No nigga hotter than I, them bullets burn like they fire

Razor blade or a knife? Let's have a moment of silence

Okay, let's go 'cause all I'm hearing is sirens

I gotta run now, you hear the gun sound (Pew, pew, pew, pew)

My heart beat, he already bleeding

Call the paramedics, shit I know he need it (Yikes!)

Promise me his mama won't see it

Sirens screaming like ooh-ooh

I hear 'em screaming, ooh-ooh

Sirens screaming like ooh-ooh

You playing with your life, I ain't come to fight

You fucked up my whole night

Be careful with your wordplay, niggas be bitches, snitchin'

Tellin' them federal agents where the birds stay (Ho ass nigga)

Catch him, set him on fire

Light his ass up like a motherfuckin' birthday (Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)

The way I live, you could beg to differ, you don't know the smell

Know it's hard to sell when your uncle steady smokin' dipper (Woo)

Who was there to tell me right or wrong? (No)

He was there to teach me how to flip a pot, couldn't write a song

I just did it for my city, put my family on

And I know you still rockin' with me, even when I'm wrong

I done been in trial, still had my jewelry on

Mama say that white people change when the money come

Pussy ass niggas, know you wanna build a case

Squares in your circle, yeah, you niggas outta shape

Never outta pocket, you know I got it in the safe

Boy, stop it, shooters hangin' off helicopters, yeah

I gotta run now, you hear the gun sound (Oh-oh-oh, pew, pew, pew, pew)

My heart beat, he already bleeding

Call the paramedics, shit I know he need it (Yikes!)

Promise me his mama won't see it

Sirens screaming like ooh-ooh

I hear 'em screaming, ooh-ooh (Oh, no)

Sirens screaming like ooh-ooh

You playing with your life, I ain't come to fight

You fucked up my whole night

Government lyin', could give a fuck about your education (Yeah!)

Don't want an intelligent nigga, keepin' us intimidated (Woo!)

Instigatin', let us kill each other, now they celebratin' (What!)

Fallin' victim, takin' us to prison, yeah, we back to slavin'

Programmed to kill my brother if he tryna kill my niggas (Bloaw!)

Molotov the corporation, fuck the family business

How many times we gotta scream just for you to listen? (Agh!)

Okay, fuck everybody who ain't ridin' with us

But we gon' be aight tonight

Hella high, bitch, higher than life

Got me feelin' like wrong is right (Yeah!)

Do my life got a price? Sometimes a nigga gotta roll the dice

They used to tell me as a kid, I could make a difference (Woo!)

They say a man never cry, leave that for the bitches (Woo!)

Told me hold my head high, never duck the missiles

They ain't see I was a kid, only 10 when I first learned how to use a pistol (Grrrah)

I gotta run now, you hear the gun sound (Pew, pew, pew, pew)

My heart beat, he already bleeding

Call the paramedics, shit I know he need it (Yikes!)

Promise me his mama won't see it

Sirens screaming like ooh-ooh

I hear 'em screaming, ooh-ooh

Sirens screaming like ooh-ooh

You playing with your life, I ain't come to fight

You fucked up my whole night

F-F-Fucked up my whole night

F-F-F-Fucked up my whole night

Fucked up my whole night

She Want A Singa lyrics - Chris Brown

 Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Ayy, ayy

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Little inflated Bahamas shades, oops

Bright as the sun (Sun, sun, sun)

But you can copy the rest, I'm the best

I'm already the one (One, one, one)

You're down, you're down

Let the paramedics sweep you away, away

Medicated so I can't feel my face, my face

Brain rattlin' but check out my Js (Js, Js, Js)

You ain't a man and your girl my biggest fan

And she wanna see me stand up

Your girl, she wanna get stuck

Here the plan, I'ma take her by the hands

And show her how it feel again

And gettin' fast, gettin' fast, oh-oh-oh

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

She don't want no rapper, want a singa

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Singa, singa, singa

She don't want no rapper, want a singa

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

(Sit your ass down, sit your ass down)

Singa, singa, singa

(Sit your ass down)

She don't want no rapper, want a singa

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

(Sit your ass down, sit your ass down)

Singa, singa, singa

(Sit your ass down)

Singa

Lookin' at your booty, so amazed

Where did you get it from?

I got that gold records, double XL

You want my water gun

Can I wear it out, it out?

Let's be frank about it, I want it now, it now

Bring more shots and get you back to the house

I know you want it, girl, what you talkin' 'bout?

Hey, hey

You ain't a man and your girl my biggest fan

And she wanna see me stand up

Your girl, she wanna get stuck

Here the plan, I'ma take her by the hands

And show her how it feel again

And gettin' fast, gettin' fast, oh-oh-oh

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

'Cause she, 'cause she, she don't want no rapper, want a singa

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Singa, singa, singa (Yeah, yeah)

'Cause she don't want no rapper, want a singa

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

(Sit your ass down, you better sit your ass down)

Singa, singa, singa

(You better sit your ass down, you better)

She don't want no rapper, want a singa (Hey)

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

(Sit your ass down, hey, sit your ass down)

Singa, singa, singa

(Sit your ass down)

Singa

(Get it, yeah)

She don't want no rapper, want a—

Look at Breeze (Yeah), Polo V (Yeah)

Enzo shiny, you don't notice me (Uh)

Endos, nah, I don't blow no trees

And my gas tank full so I ain't on E

She wanna roll with a star

I think it's 'bout time I let it go that far

'Cause I already know when I can win that heart

'Cause she keep her booty bouncin' like a bungee cord

Or, never no trampoline

'Cause all the good girls comin' come with me

Hold up, wait, stop

Ayy, I like your face

But I don't see that when you move your waist

Come on, lil' mama, let me take his place

And the other dude's lame, he's a frosted flake

When singers come around, we shut 'em down

That's just the way it goes

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

She don't want no rapper, want a singa

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Singa, singa, singa

She don't want no rapper, want a singa

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

(Sit your ass down, sit your ass down)

Singa, singa, singa

(Sit your ass down)

She don't want no rapper, want a singa

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

(Sit your ass down, sit your ass down)

Singa, singa, singa

(Sit your ass down)

Singa

Sensei (Remix) lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. T.I., DJ Whoo Kid & DJ MLK)

 MLK, fatality

Sensei, yeah, ooh, ooh, sensei, yeah

Sensei, yeah, ooh, I'm your sensei (Whoo Kid)

Yeah, sensei, yeah, ooh, ooh, sensei

Sensei, yeah, ooh, I'm your sensei

Hold it down, don't never get caught out of bounds (down, brrr)

Get dope, lost Jose, I'm out of town (brrr, brrr)

Pay the price, good deal, pay the price (price)

Where the vibe? White girl singing like she Kelly Price (vibe, ooh)

Up and down, ass jumping up and down (down, down)

Blue flame, strippers in here dolling up (flame, yah)

Beat the case, yesterday I beat the case (case, beat the case)

Your mistake, judge made a big mistake (mistake)

Bitch, I'm your

Sensei, yeah, ooh, ooh, sensei, yeah

Sensei, yeah, ooh, I'm your sensei

Yeah, sensei, yeah, ooh, ooh, sensei

Sensei, yeah, ooh, I'm your sensei

Hustle Gang nigga

Kinky shit, shit, yeah, yeah

All the way in Barbados

Ho we lit, uh huh, yeah

Got 5 or 6 in my pay roll, check it

See your bitch with me, ain't no tellin'

150 with me, ain't no debit

I'm the shit nigga, let your ho tell it

Never seen the crib, we just hotel it

If I tell her come in the slow store

For the dick nigga, she a moped it (Whoo Kid)

Call me so petty, cry nigga, cry on my path you gon' regret it

A mandatory demonstration for a violation

Consequences, teach lessons

Pray the strip dancer, God keep blessin'

Like thick bitches in sundresses, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Sensei, yeah, ooh, ooh, sensei, yeah

Sensei, yeah, ooh, I'm your sensei (MLK)

Yeah, sensei, yeah, ooh, ooh, sensei

Sensei, yeah, ooh, I'm your sensei

I got something that I need to show, babe

You gon' learn today, I'm your sensei, sensei

Just follow my lead

Let me bend that ass-

Hustle Gang nigga

Sedated lyrics - Chris Brown

 Baby, you got my head up under water

Holding my breath, it's getting harder to do

28 hours I been waiting for you

Got you all in my veins, I'm feining, baby

Got me feeling crazy, I'm a little hazy

All I need is a taste, I need it, baby

Every time you walk away

You-you-you know what to do

One more night and I'll have to be sedated

Girl, I'm faded, ooh, you got me, baby

You-you-you know what to do

One more night and I'll have to be sedated

Girl, I'm faded, sedated

Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh, sedated

Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh

Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh, sedated

Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh

Got me on my knees like you're my religion

Can trust me, I need supervision (Yeah)

Ain't no controlling what I'm feeling

Controlling what I'm feeling, feeling

Got you all in my veins, I'm feining, baby

Got me feeling crazy, I'm a little hazy

All I need is a taste, I need it, baby

Every time you walk away

You-You-You know what to do

One more night and I'll have to be sedated

Girl, I'm faded, ooh, you got me, baby

You-you-you know what to do

One more night and I'll have to be sedated

Girl, I'm faded, sedated (Oh, baby)

Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh, got me sedated, yeah

Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh (Girl, give me what I want, yeah, ooh)

Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh, sedated (Oh, whoa)

Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh (Yeah, whoa)

Girl, sedated

Sedated

Sedated

I'll have to be sedated

Sedated

Sedated

Sedated

Sedated

You-you-you know what to do

One more night and I'll have to be sedated

Girl, I'm faded

You-you-you know what to do

One more night and I'll have to be sedated

Girl, I'm faded, sedated

Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh, sedated (Ooh)

Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh (Ooh)

Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh, sedated (Ooh)

Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh (Ooh)

Say To Me lyrics - Chris Brown

 Hahaha

I-I-I-I-I ain't gotta talk, I don't wanna know her name (Name)

'Cause with all that there, I don't even see your face (Damn)

And she see all the zeros and commas, she know I'm paid (Yeah)

A freaky little thing, she givin' me brain

Look up at my chain, don't look at my face, yikes!

She got that booty delivery, let me pull up to your bumper

I'ma spend that whole life savings but no ho savin', I make a bitch roll up (Roll up)

I never go raw, never gon' roll the dice, put that thing on twice

A nigga never be a doorknob

Too busy livin' that fast life, that cash life

I see them lights in the donut

I put the bullshit off to the side (Off to the side)

P-P-Panties go with it (Down)

'Cause she got a real boss in her life (Boss in her life)

Had to come get her (Down)

24s on the muhfuckin' Rolls (Muhfuckin' Rolls)

White on white (White on white)

Le-Leave all them pussy niggas outside

A fuck nigga I don't like (Ow!)

All this money I'm makin'

It makes the niggas offended (Yeah!)

I put my bitches in Bentleys

And bought they mamas a kidney now

So what the fuck can you say to me? (Okay!)

Really, nigga, what can you say to me?

Look, ow!

This money, money, bet I count more hunnids, hunnids

Let the top, don't wanna smoke that loud in my backseat, no honies, honies

Motherfucker, I rip this shit, then kick this shit and punt it, punt it

Play with my dick, she for me, for me

Can't trace this shit, that funny money

My interior [?] and I am her receiver

She throw it back, I try to catch that shit

I slide down and I eat her

Baby should be riped up

But she striped up like Adidas

Three niggas in one week

I fuck her, but I don't keep her

All this money I'm makin'

It makes the niggas offended

I put my bitches in Bentleys

And bought they mamas a kidney now

So what the fuck can you say to me?

Really, nigga, what can you say to me?

Ow!

Say Something lyrics - Chris Brown

 This shit was all I know

Lovin' the ladies

So many of 'em go

And it's drivin' me crazy

I can work it out

And we pop champagne

Every single night it's the same damn thang

There you go girl, do your thang

Yeah!

I just want you to say something, ladies

Say, say something ladies

Say hey!

I just want you to say something, ladies

Say, say something, ladies

Say hey!

I just want you to say something, ladies

Say, say something, ladies

Say hey!

I just want you to say something, ladies

Say something, ladies

(Yeah yeah yeah yeah)

Damn, the club is full, actin' a fool

I'm wild'n out

Girls on me, I don't even to know

What they're really talkin' 'bout

After the club, find one girl

To bring back to the house

We sweatin', I'm sexin' her

Tongue in her mouth yeah, yeah

She shakes and moans

She holds me close

She takes the most of me

All of me

This shit was all I know

Lovin' the ladies

So many of 'em go

And it's drivin' me crazy

I can work it out

And we pop champagne

Every single night it's the same damn thang

There you go girl, do your thang

Yeah!

I just want you to say something, ladies

Say, say something ladies

Say hey!

I just want you to say something, ladies

Say, say something, ladies

Say hey!

I just want you to say something, ladies

Say, say something, ladies

Say hey!

I just want you to say something, ladies

Say, say something, girl

(Yo, yo)

Now Yolanda and Shevanda

Dem a try an a get close-aa

Dem man a gona, no wonda

Am I sayin' this ova-aa?

When me come in the place let me see you shoutta

So much green, call me mister dolla

When me see dem girls give me a holla

Dem chocolate delight

How she grindin', tryna keep me out

All up in the dance me, see that's well me love

How she winin' and she back it up

All up in the dance, see that's what me love

Hey you girl, you a pretty brownin'

Call you my little brown skin

Hey you girl, see you makin' me sing

Sing like ding-a-ling-ling

Cause what?

Cause you my brown skin girl, light skin girl, brown skin girl

Call you my little brown skin

And all my ladies say "Ow, ow!"

All my ladies say "Ow, ow!"

All my ladies say "Ow!"

Yo, yo (yo, yo)

This shit was all I know

Lovin' the ladies

So many of 'em go

And it's drivin' me crazy

I can work it out

And we pop champagne

Every single night it's the same damn thang

There you go girl, do your thang

Yeah!

I just want you to say something, ladies

Say, say something ladies

Say hey!

I just want you to say something, ladies

Say, yeah, yeah, yeah!

Say hey!

I just want you to say something, ladies

Girl, say

Say hey!

I just want you to say something, ladies

Roll The Dice lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Kevin McCall)

 Girl, this love's amazing

Kissing, let's get it, get at me, do that shit

Pretty young thing, can you be mine, babe?

You wanna smoke with me, get faded

Fuck slowing down

Pick it up, pick it up, roll

In my bed, it's going down

Can I get you all alone?

Think I'ma roll the dice, roll the dice, roll the dice tonight

'Cause I'm 'bout that life

Want all night, that'll change your life

Think I'ma roll the dice, roll the dice, roll the dice tonight (Roll up, roll up, roll up, roll up)

(Ha ha, leggo!)

And you my lucky number

(Look, look)

I'ma roll the dice

Okay, I'm rollin' and rollin' and takin' a chance

Throwin' this money and makin' her dance

My clothes different, I smoke different

That top flight, that Peter Pan

But I gotta bigger booty in my face right now

Big tig ol' bitties and her waist slimmed down

And she pullin' on my hands, lookin' in my pants

A nigga 'bout to give her all this money right now (Okay)

Lay down, lay down backwards

Lick it, write my name in cursive

This spell out some bad words

Own it like I own it

She hop it on it, ride it backwards

Girl, don't stop doin' that damn thing

Throwin' all these dead presidents

'Cause that pussy is my campaign

Vote for it, vote for it, that yaya

Girl, that cookie make a nigga go broke for it, broke for it

I know you wet, I ain't ever gon' let you drown

That's what a real nigga got a boat for, boat for

10 car garages, let's have a ménage

And let's get it poppin' in a four-door, four-door

I started makin' it rain

But I got so much ice on, I'ma make a snow storm

It's awfully cloudy, in my section I'm smokin' Maui

Blowin' four Os, that's an Audi

R8, no license plates

A nigga was born in '89, how the fuck we spendin' money from '88?

I guess that means that I'm before my time

And I'm first place and you a second late, yikes!

Girl, this love's amazing

Kissing, let's get it, get at me, do that shit

Pretty young thing, can you be mine, babe?

You wanna smoke with me, get faded

Fuck slowing down

Pick it up, pick it up, roll

In my bed, it's going down

Can I get you all alone?

Think I'ma roll the dice, roll the dice, roll the dice tonight (Roll the dice)

'Cause I'm 'bout that life

Want all night, that'll change your life

Think I'ma roll the dice, roll the dice, roll the dice tonight (Roll up, roll up, roll up, roll up)

(Yeah, yeah)

And you my lucky number

I'ma roll the dice

Look, K-Mac comin' straight from the eighties (Eighties)

A nigga dabbled in crack in the eighties (Eighties)

Callin' out all the single, pretty ladies

Which one of y'all wanna have my pretty babies? (Babies)

Oh, I think it's you (You)

Or maybe even you but I like her too (Too)

All y'all cute so a nigga can't lose (Lose)

I'ma roll the dice, daddy need a new pair of shoes (Pair of shoes)

They the new black ones that I got from Louis (Louis)

Big house, big broad, livin' in the boonies (Boonies)

I be so fly, yeah, I got the honies (Honies)

And they give me good brain, I don't fuck with dummies (Fuck with dummies)

You know you got that fire, why you trippin'? (Why you trippin'?)

Take a look around you, you ain't got no competition, huh (Competition)

Red Handed lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Sevyn Streeter)

 If you would just end it, girl, I'd just walk away

I wouldn't give a damn, I would just give up on us

But I need you (Oh)

What you doing? You doing the same shit

You're just taking the heart that I gave you

And you breaking the home that I made for you

And you say that I'm paranoid

Trippin', I'm on your phone tryna find them other boys

Trippin', 'cause I

Fallen, I'm headed fast

About to crash for your love

But there's no love with no trust

Got me thinking my mind is playing tricks on me

Trying not to believe what I see

But these thoughts in my head

It's telling me that you been cheating

Late at night, creeping on the low

I know sometimes I trip but this time, I ain't crazy

Ain't findin' the knowledge to settle in

On somewhere else, way back

'Cause I caught you red handed, red handed

I said, "Girl, who's on the phone?"

She said, "Nothing, I'll tell you later"

I said, "No, girl, tell me now"

She said, "Why you acting crazy?"

Why I'm acting crazy?

'Cause I wanna know who it is on the phone with my baby (Yeah)

She said, "Baby, stop tripping

I was talking to my girls"

"Then why them numbers show up blocked, babe?

Guess she must have changed it

Girl, I don't know what kind of game you playing (Yeah)

And I don't wanna say shit 'cause I'm

Falling, I'm headed fast

About to crash for your love

But there's no love with no trust

Got me thinking my mind is playing tricks on me

Trying not to believe what I see

(Start to believe)

But these thoughts in my head

It's telling me that you been cheating

Late at night, creeping on the low (Whoa)

I know sometimes I trip but this time, I ain't crazy (Yeah)

You're not the criminal

Feel like you wanna lose

Running with my heart

But I'm not catching you

In the back of my head, always knew the truth

But it hurts, it still hurts

I gave you everything, look what I get back

All the shit I bought for you, wish I could take it back

But I can't

Call it my intuition, I saw all this coming, oh

Got me thinking my mind is playing tricks on me

Trying not to believe what I see

But these thoughts in my head

It's telling me that you been cheating

Late at night, creeping on the low

I know sometimes I trip but this time, I ain't crazy

Ain't findin' the knowledge to settle in

On somewhere else, way back

'Cause I caught you red handed, red handed