Chris Brown Lyrics

mixtape: Slime & B (2020) - Chris Brown (with Young Thug)

Say You Love Me lyrics - Chris Brown & Young Thug

(This beat from Murda)

Yeah (OG Parker)

Say you love me

Said it twice (Yeah)

Say you my bitch

You can call my shots (Yeah)

She roll my kush

Let me come ride (Yeah)

Say put that Tech (Yeah)

Right by the ice (Yeah)

She keep it wet, nigga (Yeah)

She pass my test, nigga (Yeah)

I count my check (Yeah)

I count it irrationally

Rock Louis ties (Yeah)

'Cause I got court this week (Yeah)

Look in my eyes (Yeah)

I count my bread and leave

Yeah, yeah

Slime, ayy, slime, ayy (Slatt, ayy)

Slatt, ayy, slatt, ayy

Young Spider, Young SEX (Come on, woo, bitch)

Spider, make that boy die

Ayy, seven hundred shots (Yeah)

My VV, my ice (Whoa)

My carats are rotten

I'm tryna get in them thighs (Whoa)

I'm tryna get in them thighs (Hey)

Look at her stare at the coupe when I'm droppin' the top for the sky

I hit your lil' bitty bitch, got her runnin' around disguised

I got a coupe, cost a million, I bungie that bitch when I ride (Skrrt, skrrt)

Total the coupe, whoa, that's my boo, whoa

Never been spooked, whoa, bitch, you the swoop, whoa

I told the bitch I could never say sorry for fuckin' the crew, whoa

Heard you lil' niggas done run out of loop and you're not in the loop, whoa

Say you love me

Said it twice (Yeah)

Say you my bitch

You can call my shots, yeah

She roll my kush

Let me come ride it, yeah

Say put that Tech (Yeah)

Right by the ice (Yeah)

She keep it wet, nigga (Yeah)

She pass my test, nigga (Yeah)

I count my check (Yeah)

I count it irrationally

Rock Louis ties (Yeah)

'Cause I got court this week

Look in my eyes (Yeah)

I count my bread and leave

Yeah, yeah

Do it with no hands (Yeah, yeah)

Put it all in my face (Yeah, yeah)

I ain't throwin' no salt, baby

Girl, I'm gon' give it to you nice and easy

Let me, let me taste you

Give me your lips

I wanna play, yeah

She get to rollin' her body

She 'bout to get a nigga started

She got it soakin', she sloppy

But I love it

She buck naked

She shake it for daddy, pussy amazin'

We makin' love, got you fuckin' and cussin'

Say you my bitch (Say it, slime, ayy, slime, ayy, slatt, ayy)

Say you my bitch (Slatt, ayy, slatt, ayy, Young Spider, Young SEX)

Say you love me

Said it twice (Yeah)

Say you my bitch

You can call my shots, yeah

She roll my kush

Let me come ride it, yeah

Say put that Tech (Yeah)

Right by the ice (Yeah)

She keep it wet, nigga (Yeah)

She pass my test, nigga (Yeah)

I count my check (Yeah)

I count it irrationally

Rock Louis ties (Yeah)

'Cause I got court this week (Yeah)

Look in my eyes (Yeah)

I count my bread and leave

Yeah, yeah

Go Crazy lyrics - Chris Brown & Young Thug

Oh, yeah

(Oh, is that Kaniel again?)

Oh

(Ayy, bring it, bring it back, bring it back, bring it back)

Oh, yeah

Laid up, got me thinkin', babe

Tell me if you with it 'cause I'm with it, babe

I haven't heard from you in a minute, babe

Just tell me what to do when I get it, babe

Gucci and Prada

Trips to your crib in the middle of the night

I know that you miss me 'cause I put it down right

Damn, babe, I can put you on a flight

You know that a nigga like me can change your life

Oh, baby

Everything you do is amazing

Ain't nobody watchin', go crazy

I got what you need

Everybody think you shy, but I know you a freak, lil' baby (Oh)

Everything you do is amazing (Yeah)

Ain't nobody watchin', go crazy (Yeah)

I got what you need (Yeah)

Everybody think you shy, but I know you a freak, lil' baby (Yeah)

I been overseas goin' crazy (Yeah)

I can tell you love it when we made up (Ayy)

Black and gray diamonds like a Raider (Raider)

Orange peel, your love is real (Yeah)

Lovin' skills, I need some lovin' skills (Yeah)

Left my dirty drawers and you love me still (Yeah)

Eyes come lazy, but she is real (Yeah)

Dressed to kill (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

We can bum-bum 'til you're tired (Oh)

I can put a stone by your eye (Oh)

I can see you never switchin' sides

You never tell me lies

Not rushin' tie-ties, yeah

Trips to your crib in the middle of the night

I know that you miss me 'cause I put it down right

Damn, babe, I can put you on a flight

You know that a nigga like me can change your life

Oh, baby

Everything you do is amazing

Ain't nobody watchin', go crazy (I got what you need)

I got what you need

Everybody think you shy, but I know you a freak, lil' baby

Yeah, get me lit

Hoes on my phone when they find out that I'm rich

Then they switch when they see I'm choosin' on my bitch

Top down, got her doin' donuts on the dick, yeah

Pose for the flick

Damn it, bust it, baby, watch you do it on a split

She don't need no hands or no pants, do your dance

Poppin' rubber bands, did the dash, make it fast (Oh)

(Ayy, bring it, bring it back, bring it back, bring it back)

Yeah, waitin' by me phone just to dick you down, down

Let me put it down, down

Now put it down, down

Watch me put it down, down (Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back)

Put it down, down

Trips to your crib in the middle of the night

I know that you miss me 'cause I put it down right

Damn, babe, I can put you on a flight

You know that a nigga like me can change your life

Oh, baby

Everything you do is amazing

Ain't nobody watchin', go crazy

I got what you need

Everybody think you shy, but I know you a freak, lil' baby (Oh)

Everything you do is amazing (Yeah)

Ain't nobody watchin', go crazy

I got what you need

Everybody think you shy, but I know you a freak, lil' baby

Trap Back lyrics - Chris Brown & Young Thug (feat. Major Nine)

(Rippa on the beat, bitch)

Trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin'

Trap, trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin'

Trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin' (Let me hear it)

Uh, ooh

Trap, trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin'

When you hit my phone, leave them drugs in your stomach

And if mine jump behind, then, baby, I'm runnin'

Baby, I'm bomin', tell me if you comin'

Call me if you really wanna get high

You ain't gettin' nowhere with them other guys

They don't ever hold you down, they don't get you fly

Red bottoms, she feel like she in the sky

Got the trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin'

Trap, trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin'

Trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin'

(Oh baby, I don't wanna hear nothin')

'Cause I really got the dopest of the dopest

It make them hoes focus, she ridin' 'round hopeless, like

Where the dopeman? I really need the dopeman

Please don't take this pill without water, you might choke, ma'am

When I say I'm outside, she say the door open

Walk up in the crib, in the bed, I get to pokin'

She get to screamin', her kids gonna wake up

I think it's the drugs she be takin' 'cause the

Trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin'

Trap, trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin' (Hear nothin')

Trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin' (Oh, yeah)

Trap, trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin'

When you hit my phone, leave them drugs in your stomach

And if mine jump behind, then, baby, I'm runnin'

Baby, I'm bomin', tell me if you comin'

Call me if you really wanna get high

You ain't gettin' nowhere with them other guys (No)

They don't ever hold you down, they don't get you fly

Red bottoms, she feel like she in the sky

Got the trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin'

Trap, trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin'

Trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin'

(Oh, baby, SEX, I don't wanna hear nothin')

Trap back jumpin'

I don't wanna hear a damn thing 'bout no money (No)

All a nigga tryna say is why you run from me? (Why you runnin'?)

Hunt for me

Every time the night come, grip the 40 and Bible

She text me and say that pussy on arrival

Told the promoters put that pussy on the rider

Fuck around and catch your girl, I'm a sniper

Ha ha, her lil' nose, I'ma wipe her (Ha ha)

Yeah, I caught her like a sniper (Yeah, I caught her)

Yeah, red, red bottoms on the right one (Red bottoms on the right one)

Yeah, yeah, scratched my back like we fightin', yeah (Whoa, whoa)

If he never had you, you my wife then, yeah (Whoa, whoa)

Trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin'

Trap, trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin'

Trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin'

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

Trap, trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin'

When you hit my phone, leave them drugs in your stomach

And if mine jump behind, then, baby, I'm runnin'

Baby, I'm bomin', tell me if you comin'

Call me if you really wanna get high

You ain't gettin' nowhere with them other guys (No)

They don't ever hold you down, they don't get you fly

Red bottoms, she feel like she in the sky

Got the trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin'

Trap, trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin'

Trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin'

(Oh, baby, I don't wanna hear nothin')

Baby girl, I know you high, baby, so am I

Give you everything I got, girl, don't ask me why

Just relax your mind, baby

Just take your time, you got it, baby

I don't know how the hell we got this faded

Makin' a movie with my bitch, X-rated (Sex)

And why you runnin' from the dick? You playin'

Girl, I can do anything, you name it

I want more

Entertain me some more (Oh yeah)

Come over, let's lay up

Smoke somethin', then let's fuck

She falling in love with the (Hey)

Trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin' (Oh-oh)

Trap, trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin' (Hear)

Trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin' (Oh yeah)

Trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin' (Ooh)

When you hit my phone, leave them drugs in your stomach

And if mine jump behind, then, baby, I'm runnin'

Baby, I'm bomin', tell me if you comin'

Call me if you really wanna get high

You ain't gettin' nowhere with them other guys (No)

They don't ever hold you down, they don't get you fly

Red bottoms, she feel like she in the sky

Got the trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin'

Trap, trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin'

Trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin'

I don't wanna hear nothin'

I Got Time lyrics - Chris Brown & Young Thug (feat. Shad Da God) (feat. Shad Da God)

(Xayy, why you do it to 'em?), yeah

Say love, I wanna make love with you

See me and all of this paper (Ooh)

Bad ting, got the million shape-up, huh, oh yeah

Say love, don't be a stranger (Oh)

'Cause I got time

I got time today, yeah, I got time (Yeah, I got time)

I got time today, yeah, I got time (Yeah, I got time)

I got time today, yeah, I got time (Oh, I got time)

I got time today, yeah, I got time for you

Wake up, you don't cover your face up, oh, ooh

Makeup, you don't need no makeup, you perfect (Yeah)

Say love, I wanna link up, me and you

Say less, don't gotta speak on what we gon' do

I love, love when you send me a text sayin', "Boo, come through"

You love love letters I wrote to you (Yeah)

What if I only dream about you?

Don't wake up, don't want to, here without you (You)

Say love, I wanna make love with you (Yeah)

See me and all of this paper (All this paper, yeah, ooh)

Bad ting, got the million shape-up, huh, oh yeah

Say love, don't be a stranger (Don't be)

'Cause I got time

I got time today, yeah, I got time (Yeah, I got time)

I got time today, yeah, I got time (Yeah, yeah, baby, I got time)

I got time today, yeah, I got time (Oh, I got time)

I got time today, yeah, I got time for you

I had to pay her tuition, the way this lil' baby was suckin' my nuts (I had to pay her tuition)

I gotta keep this shit pimpin', man, I'm never fallin' in love with a slut (No)

I gotta tell you it was written the way that a young nigga came up, yeah (I gotta tell you)

Look at the opps behind us (Whoa)

Look at this foreign shit around us (Woo)

I got a slime, yeah, yeah

I got a slime (Yeah, yeah, yeah), yeah

Drinkin' on green, yeah, yeah (Drinkin' on green)

Feel like it's pine, yeah, yeah

The bitch ain't mine, yeah, yeah

Her card is declined, yeah, yeah

Triple my cups, triple my doses, I'm triplin' up (Triple up)

I got some time to go gamble, I'm hittin' my point in the book (Hittin' my point in the book)

Fuck it, we choose to gamble, girl, but that shit addin' up (Hop in the trap with a player)

Hop in the trap with a P, we gon' stay with an AK and seven G's (Hop in the trap)

How you know it's less?

I say look how this shit blessed (Blessed, blessed)

'Cause you bust it one time and it's two-tone

I'm tryna stand in that shit like a shoe line

Time is the essence, this AP worth ten dimes

Tell me you choosin', are you tryna get walked down?

You can punch my number like the lunch line

You gon' see how the wood sound (See how the wood sound)

It gon' be pullin' up (God)

I might just hop out, that stick in the tuck

Say love, I wanna make love with you

See me and all of this paper (Ooh, ooh)

Bad ting, got the million shape-up, huh, oh yeah

Say love, don't be a stranger

'Cause I got time

I got time today, yeah, I got time (Yeah, I got time)

I got time today, yeah, I got time (Yeah, I got time)

I got time today, yeah, I got time (Oh, I got time)

I got time today, yeah, I got time for you

She Bumped Her Head lyrics - Chris Brown & Young Thug (feat. Gunna)

(Makers)

I'll pull up on 'em, pull up

Yeah

Shit, I'll get it, no cap

(Run that back, Turbo)

Sex

My lil' shawty had bumped her head

And I steady been whippin' her (Sex)

If I roll up the Maybach windows

We don't care 'bout the listeners (Shh)

I don't know what a nigga told you

But he should've told you I'm killin' him (Should've told)

I've been draped in Margielas

And I don't need credentials (Don't need credentials, baby)

If a nigga can't put that shit on (What?)

Gotta get off the premises (Beat it, gotta go)

I just came from the crack of the dawn (Why?)

'Cause a nigga was strugglin' (No cap)

Had to put all my young niggas on

Ain't no jewelry we sharing (No jewelry)

Had to rock the two-tones on the same day

'Cause these niggas been trippin' (Both us got 'em, fool)

I triple up, pour up my cup and it's all Tussion'

My coupe got nitro and all dustin' (Yeah)

We smokin' these niggas like kush

Yeah, when we fuck on these hoes, make 'em gush (Woo)

Pop out the Bentley Mulsanne, head to Tootsies

I fuck on your ho and she say that's my pussy

I wet paper napkin, I'm wipin' my dick off

This Actavis slushin', my ho drink that Cristal

She wrapped in saran, dressed fresh as she can

'Cause I just been playin' with these bands (Racks)

I open my hand, there's nothin' but bands

Now YSL big as Japan (On God)

I had dropped in the Lam', ducked fast as I can

'Cause I was gettin' trailed by a van (Skrrt)

I'm poppin', my mama, my bitch

And even my baby mama whip a sedan (Woo)

I just spent some bands, spent five-hundred grand

I'm waitin' on these bags to land (Racks)

I'm cool as a fan, you play with my man

And we come and takin' your land

I took YSL from here to the can

And got niggas waitin' to land (Slatt)

I told all my niggas, "Sit back, it's a scam"

When these niggas go on a rant

My lil' shawty had bumped her head

And I steady been whippin' her (Sex)

If I roll up the Maybach windows

We don't care 'bout the listeners (Shh)

I don't know what a nigga told you

But he should've told you I'm killin' him (Should've told)

I've been draped in Margielas

And I don't need credentials (Don't need credentials, baby)

If a nigga can't put that shit on (What?)

Gotta get off the premises (Beat it, gotta go)

I just came from the crack of the dawn (Why?)

'Cause a nigga was strugglin' (No cap)

Had to put all my young niggas on

Ain't no jewelry we sharing (No jewelry)

Had to rock the two-tones on the same day

'Cause these niggas been trippin'

Spent a whole hundred racks on the plain Jane

That's a cool pretty penny, you lil' bitty bitches

Know me by my first and my last name

I done went got the riches, I'm matchin' the vision

I'm fuckin' these hoes in the backstage

No, I don't do no kisses

She know I just tip her and send her on home like a Backpage

I been playin' with this ice, look like Ice Age

I just got me a rose gold chain, it remind me of Moët

Got the Louis V shirt and belt and chain, should have seen how I wore it (Yeah, yeah)

I call the slimes that'll pull up with the things that'll kill all the noise

After U.S., now I'm headed out to Spain, I got foreign lil' whores

That biscotti, I smoke it like a train, smell that shit in my kidney

I got lil' shawty inside a Mulsanne, she don't know it's a Bentley

She asked me for a lil' help on her back end and you know that I did it

Found an old check and I went to go cash it, lot of money we gettin'

My lil' shawty had bumped her head

And I steady been whippin' her (Sex)

If I roll up the Maybach windows

We don't care 'bout the listeners (Shh)

I don't know what a nigga told you

But he should've told you I'm killin' him (Should've told)

I've been draped in Margielas

And I don't need credentials (Don't need credentials, baby)

If a nigga can't put that shit on (What?)

Gotta get off the premises (Beat it, gotta go)

I just came from the crack of the dawn (Why?)

'Cause a nigga was strugglin' (No cap)

Had to put all my young niggas on

Ain't no jewelry we sharing (No jewelry)

Had to rock the two-tones on the same day

'Cause these niggas been trippin' (Both us got 'em, fool)

I ordered two more two-tones

Callin' my plug on two phones

Lambos, six-fours, got it offset, it's sittin' low

My shit stainless, don't put your fingers on it

No, these ain't no finger waves, bitch, this ain't Tony! Toni! Toné!

I feel like Kurt Cobain, hit your brain with the shotgun

Get my niggas do it for me, I never shot one

And watch her get on her knees, give me that rug burn

I told her I got five on me, send me the wire (Ooh)

My lil' shawty had bumped her head

And I steady been whippin' her (Yeah, Sex)

If I roll up the Maybach windows

We don't care 'bout the listeners (No, shh)

I don't know what a nigga told you

But he should've told you I'm killin' him (Killin' him)

I've been draped in Margielas (Ooh)

And I don't need credentials (I don't need credentials, baby)

If a nigga can't put that shit on (What?)

Gotta get off the premises (Beat it, girl, gotta go)

I just came from the crack of the dawn (Oh)

'Cause a nigga was strugglin' (No cap)

Had to put all my young niggas on

Ain't no jewelry we sharing (Ooh, yeah, no jewelry)

Had to rock the two-tones on the same day (Ooh, yeah)

'Cause these niggas been trippin' (Ooh, yeah, both us got 'em, fool)

That biscotti, I smoke it like a train, smell that shit on my Porsche

This my lil' shawty first time inside the Lam', she can't open the doors

I do not fuck with you disloyal niggas, thought the world could be yours

Cross out the double and hit him with a triple hitter, no other choice

Big Slimes lyrics - Chris Brown & Young Thug (feat. Gunna & Lil Duke)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I don't know what it's like to stop

(Run that back, Turbo)

Ayy

Got a Glock on my side, but it's more like my main bitch, whoa

(It's more like my main bitch, yeah)

Keep it real, baby girl, I'm the one you could bank with

(I'm the one you could bank with)

Yeah, keep it real, I'm the one that's not with the banquet

No, not with that stank shit (No)

Fix your attitude or I ride with a bad bitch (Skrrt)

You talkin' to the big slime (You talkin' to the big slime)

Different strokes with a big thot (Oh)

Micro Draco got big knots (Big knots)

To any rapper, this a big swap (Swap)

Lifetime goal, call the big shots (Yeah)

Uh, if you can't stand him, go sit his ass down like a desktop (Woo), woo

Thankin' the Lord that my nigga made it out of the cell block, woo (He made it out)

Keep it one hundred, my oath was never to tell cops, yeah

My seals popped, I been mixin' this Act' with the cherry pop, yeah (Woo)

Black matte the pano'-ca-'ramics, these niggas'll never catch up, yeah

(Or let me just push out the skrrt)

I gotta tiptoe your pussy, my flask is Red Sox (Sip red, ooh)

I had to tell that lil' thottie she walkin' on tight rocks (Yeah, yeah), yeah

Keep a dramatic lil' baddie on top of the top floor (Oh)

Big slap on the wrist, I learned my lessons

Way too many millions to be cappin'

Squirt on her titty, now she think she know us

And I keep a 40 on my waistline (Let's go)

You know, you know, you know, you know (You know, you know, you know)

You know, you know, you know, yeah (You know, you know, you know)

You know, you know, you know, you know (You know, you know, you know)

You know, you know, you know, you know

Yeah, yeah, you know

Got a Glock on my side, but it's more like my main bitch, whoa

(It's more like my main bitch, yeah)

Keep it real, baby girl, I'm the one you could bank with (Oh, oh)

Yeah, keep it real, I'm the one that's not with the banquet (No)

No, not with that stank shit (No)

Fix your attitude or I ride with a bad bitch (I ride with)

You talkin' to the big slime

Big drip on me, VVs on me, congratulate myself

Got that on me, live like Tony, AR on the shelf

Light speed with emotion, melody I made myself

Big B's on me, yeah

Ice, I just need my AP, no presi', I stay to myself, wavy

Gold teeth, niggas can't bite me, this ain't no rabies

Blame me, oh, why you wanna blame me? These bitches be crazy

Blessing, come follow me, baby, teach you a lesson

Got a couple cars for a couple hoes, might fuck 'em all in my whip

Come through in this carpool, I skrrt-skrrt and we dip

I'ma pray to God for purple rain, that double cup, I sip

Ooh, fantasies, I'll show you that it's real (Yeah, yeah)

Got a Glock on my side, but it's more like my main bitch, whoa

(It's more like my main bitch, yeah)

Keep it real, baby girl, I'm the one you could bank with (Oh, oh)

Yeah, keep it real, I'm the one that's not with the banquet (No)

No, not with that stank shit (No)

Fix your attitude or I ride with a bad bitch (I ride with)

You talkin' to the big slime

Big slime

You're talkin' to the big slime (Yeah)

We get a b-dub in Magic (Yeah)

I think this might be a classic (Classic)

I hid some racks in the attic (Racks)

I'm on a 30 P, Addy (Oh)

I got an addiction to fashion (Yeah)

I walk in the club with that static (Yeah)

I'm just tryna get me a backend (Backend)

Tell my driver to pull up, then back in (Back in)

Helicopter to fly over traffic (Traffic)

On my grind, ain't no time for relaxin' (Relaxin')

Spend it up, I been bringin' that cash in

I'ma go grab that Maybach wagon (Nah)

Think I'm headed to space age status (Nah)

I might go cop that big boy Patek (Patek)

She was takin' a picture, uh, uh

She was takin' a picture with my jacket

Just don't buck 'cause these bitches really petty (Whoa)

I'm controllin' the stick like it was Madden (Nah)

I'ma get up and make me something happen

Ain't no use in me wastin' my talent

We never lackin'

I'm smokin' 'Woods like a cabin

I put my bitch in some fast shit (Fast shit)

Turn my whole crib to a palace

In London, I'm shoppin' at Harrods

All this money, we 'bout to get married (Married)

Niggas runnin' they mouth like a parrot (Parrot)

I'm a bunny, I keep me some carats (Ayy)

Got a Glock on my side, but it's more like my main bitch, whoa

(It's more like my main bitch, yeah)

Keep it real, baby girl, I'm the one you could bank with (Oh, oh)

Yeah, keep it real, I'm the one that's not with the banquet (No)

No, not with that stank shit (No)

Fix your attitude or I ride with a bad bitch (I ride with)

You talkin' to the big slime

Different strokes with a big thot (Oh)

Micro Draco got big knots (Big knots)

To any rapper, this a big swap (Swap)

Lifetime goal, call the big shots

Got the Glock on my side, but the FN my main bitch (FN my main bitch, yeah)

We done got rich, but I cannot get caught with the same bitch

(Caught with the same bitch, uh)

I got some hoes in LA and they speak different language

(Speak different language, yeah)

Drop off the Porsche, and I brought me some work in the bank

Whole lot of racks and this shit still ain't changin'

Used to be juggin' and traffickin' 'bows (Traffickin' 'bows)

And I came up with some killers and you cannot trap if you don't got no pole

(Don't got no pole)

All of my niggas, they millionaires, they think we sellin' our souls (Our souls)

I'm never tellin' her no (No)

I get the head and I go (I go)

I'ma go run up some more (Run up some more)

Stack up that paper, not stuntin' these niggas at all (Stuntin' these niggas at all)

Cakin' that bitch, she a freak, and I beat up her walls (Her walls)

Pull up my pants right after I fuck her like I gotta leave, but I never call (No)

I fucked her friend, she say I'm a dog (Dog)

Won't settle for less, we want it all (All)

Got a Glock on my side, but it's more like my main bitch, whoa

(It's more like my main bitch, yeah)

Keep it real, baby girl, I'm the one you could bank with (Oh, oh)

Yeah, keep it real, I'm the one that's not with the banquet (No)

No, not with that stank shit (No)

Fix your attitude or I ride with a bad bitch (I ride with)

You talkin' to the big slime

Different strokes with a big thot (Oh)

Micro Draco got big knots (Big knots)

To any rapper, this a big swap (Swap)

Lifetime goal, call the big shots

I Ain't Tryin' lyrics - Chris Brown & Young Thug (feat. J. Cole)

(You good, T-Minus?)

When I try to walk away, it's like I ain't try

When I try to walk away, seems like I ain't try (Oh, na-na-na-na)

Seems like I ain't try (Ain't even try, oh man)

You made me do it a thousand times

Yeah, you done me (Oh)

Lovin' can hurt, but you patch up, baby (Oh-oh-oh-oh)

Call me walkie-talkie, patched up, baby (Oh-oh)

I wanna know is it flirtin' when you back up, baby?

(I wanna know is that when you back up?)

Oh, slimy down in 7 Up, baby (Oh, oh, oh)

If everything about you is a lie

Then I just wanna be disguised, oh

And if what they said was true and you was lyin'

Darlin', didn't I tell you that I'm in love with speakers now? (Whoa, whoa)

Stay away from no one, know I need privacy, yeah

Didn't your mama teach you way back in the day not to try and play hide and seek? Yeah

Gettin' bread for the longest

Now niggas tell you how to make a mil' in a week, yeah (Oh-oh-oh)

Real rock stars, I can show you how to get higher than me, yeah (Oh)

Spent a half a mil', on God, oh, yeah, yeah (Oh-oh)

She's a diva, she got a head full of hair, eyes blend with the sea, yeah

I'll never talk bad about her, I'd rather pray with her on my knees, yeah

Upgrade her dental, on GP, it cost a bird

Watch her constantly tell me she don't need it (Baby, I'ma get it)

(Baby, it's just)

Baby, I love you

Baby, wanna find you

Maybe if I say this

Long hair, don't care

Fuckin' under covers

Crazy, know I'll burst

I'll cover you like covers

Versace that is, mind your biz

I keep some foreign shit in the bunk, bae (Oh-whoa-whoa)

I can kill 'em, but, ma, don't get out the truck, baby

And I tell you somethin' good

I had blood on me, but I didn't give up, baby (Oh-oh, oh-oh)

I can handle it by myself, don't interrupt, baby (Ooh)

New brights at night, I don't even drive, yeah

What a bad bitch gon' do for a new watch? Yeah-yeah

She can't feel my pain, ask me, "Do it hurt?" Yeah-yeah

Before you fuck me over, I'ma do it first

(Bitch, I'm ahead of the curve)

Why leave open my safe?

Break the links off my chest

Cryin', she complainin', yeah

You know it's gang shit, yeah

Know these all baby worth

Enemies and the fiends get served

Say grace, bow your head

Baby, I'm a god, amen

Baby, it's just

Baby, I love you (Oh)

Baby, wanna find you

Maybe if I say this (Say this, baby)

Long hair, don't care

Fuckin' under covers (Ooh)

Crazy, know I'll burst (Yeah)

I'll cover you like covers (Oh, you, whoa)

Versace that is, mind your biz

I keep some foreign shit in the bunk, bae (Yeah, yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)

I can kill 'em, but, ma, don't get out the truck, baby (Yeah)

And I tell you somethin' good

I had blood on me, but I didn't give up, baby (Oh-oh, oh-oh)

I can handle it by myself, don't interrupt, baby (Ooh, oh)

Animal lyrics - Chris Brown & Young Thug

Club

Poppin' bottles in the club

Fuckin' models, doin' drugs

I can't do this anymore

Poppin' bottles in the club

Fuckin' models, doin' drugs (Oh-oh-oh-oh)

And I can't do this anymore (Oh-oh-oh-oh)

I feel like an animal (Oh-oh-oh-oh)

Whoa

Damn, let me take my time

Was this really meant for me?

Pretendin' this my last drink

I know you won't believe

That ain't for me

Turn it for me

Throw that ass in a circle

Make me feel like you can

Tell me what the future has

Tried to hold me back

Why'd you show me this?

You know I

Got problems, when daylight breaks

Run from my mistakes

Why'd you make me this?

You know I'm gone

Poppin' bottles in the club

Fuckin' models, doin' drugs

I can't do this anymore

Poppin' bottles in the club

Fuckin' models, doin' drugs (Oh-oh-oh-oh)

And I can't do this anymore (Oh-oh-oh-oh)

I feel like an animal (Oh-oh-oh-oh)

Whoa (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Poppin' these models (Poppin'), exotic models (Yeah)

Poppin' these pills, poppin' these bottles (Bottles)

Look down at your watch (Whoa)

It's been a good year, old-school Monte Carlo

Fuck what they thought (Skrrt), we goin' up

Keep this shit real, I'm somethin' like a dog, we goin' up (Let's go)

Long life be my content, we goin' up

Take that powder like it's nonsense, we goin' up

Fuck on a model until the sun set, whippin' it up

While they've been cherishin' that, ain't came back, I'm keepin' it up

Poppin' bottles in the club

Fuckin' models, doin' drugs

I can't do this anymore

Poppin' bottles in the club

Fuckin' models, doin' drugs (Oh-oh-oh-oh)

And I can't do this anymore (Oh-oh-oh-oh)

I feel like an animal (Oh-oh-oh-oh)

Whoa

I'm livin' fast (Yeah)

I made too much, you said to give it back (Oh)

But I gave you the keys for a reason

And I'm lost without you, please don't leave me

This shit means so much to me that I won't give up

My bag, I'm always in it, tryna run it up

I got enough for us, so we can roll it up

I wanna keep you 'round, don't wanna fuck it up

Don't wanna fuck it up

Poppin' bottles in the club

Fuckin' models, doin' drugs

I can't do this anymore

I feel like an animal

Fuckin' models, doin' drugs (Oh-oh-oh-oh)

And I can't do this anymore (Oh-oh-oh-oh)

I feel like an animal (Oh-oh-oh-oh)

Whoa

City Girls lyrics - Chris Brown & Young Thug

Finally got a reason I can stay home

Pretty little thing for me to wait on

Fuckin' you all day until the day gone

California King that we can play on (Play on, yeah)

Girl, you know I like it when you naked and you shake it

In my face and I can't take it (Take-take, oh no)

FaceTime makes me anxious

And she looks so good, I can taste it

Grind me, don't stop it, you should be in tropics

Tannin' your body, yeah, 'til it get dark, milk chocolate

You should be famous, movies like Nia, Lathan

You know I've been the best man, yeah-yeah

Back keep flowin', hit the gas, keep goin'

Yeah, them girls on tour goin' city after city

Real-ass bitch, give a fuck 'bout a nigga

If she did, then she wouldn't be goin' city after city

Brand-new Benz, never asked her how she get it

Made a couple racks, I never asked her how she did it

City girls love to have fun in the city

City girls love to have fun in the city (Yeah)

City girl like to let you fuck on her titty, yeah (Ayy)

City girl like to let you blam on her titty (Titty)

City girls like to stare and act so saditty

I know city girls like a nigga dark skin and pretty (Oh)

All I wanna do is have fun in the city (All I want to do)

All I want for you to do is leave your friends and get missin' (Oh)

All I wanna do is keep it real with your pimpin', baby (Real, okay)

Long as you don't switch up when you blow and get your millions, ayy

Bad, bad bitch, feed her Percocets and Adderall (Bad, bad)

Hotel sex, got the concierge makin' calls (You're a bad, bad bitch)

Keep it simple with you, everything you want is bought (Yeah, you want it all)

Let you shop, my bank account, you get your Black Card (Yeah, on God)

I don't know where I'd be if I wouldn't fuck with you, baby (Don't know where I'd be)

Is you in this picture? I don't see nothin' but you, baby (I don't see nobody else)

Bad, bad baby, she from Singapore (Yeah, yeah)

You ain't got a ring, you'll get one for Easter, yeah (Hey)

Back keep flowin', hit the gas, keep goin'

Yeah, them girls on tour goin' city after city

Real-ass bitch, give a fuck 'bout a nigga

If she did, then she wouldn't be goin' city after city

Brand-new Benz, never asked her how she get it

Made a couple racks, I never asked her how she did it (Yeah)

City girls love to have fun in the city

City girls love to have fun in the city (Ayy)

Finally, I wanted to be faithful

Usually, I wouldn't even say so

I swear she can give the Devil a halo

I know she only tryna get a bankroll

I don't mind

I don't mind (Yeah, yeah)

You can't get anybody to stop me, yeah

You ain't got anybody, you got me, yeah-yeah

Grind me, don't stop it (Yeah), you should be in tropics

Tannin' your body, yeah, 'til it get dark, milk chocolate

You should be famous, movies like Nia, Lathan

You know I've been the best man, yeah-yeah (Ooh)

Back keep flowin', hit the gas, keep goin'

Yeah, them girls on tour goin' city after city

Real ass bitch, give a fuck 'bout a nigga

If she did, then she wouldn't be goin' city after city

Brand new Benz, never asked her how she get it (Oh-oh)

Made a couple racks, I never asked her how she did it (Oh-whoa)

City girls love to have fun in the city (Yeah-yeah)

City girls love to have fun in the city (Oh-oh)

City girls love to have fun in the city

City girls love to have fun in the city

Hahahahaha

Stolen lyrics - Chris Brown & Young Thug

'Mano

Feelin' like I was God

How did I get from too much to not a lot?

Who would've thought that you would give me a loss?

You take and you take, don't think about the cost (Hol' up)

You just snatch and grab things I can't get back

(That's what you did, but now)

I'm just trying to rack all that you subtract

Left me with the aftermath

I just wanna get back what you've stolen

Need it so I can be whole again

I need all of the pieces you're holdin'

Pieces of my heart that you've stolen

You took my sanity, I got no peace of mind

Overdrawn on my memory, bank can't buy back my time

But you tryna cap though, talkin' 'bout you layin' low

When you switch on niggas like you change clothes

But you want it that way, so what can I say? Yeah

You just snatch and grab things I can't get back

(Girl, that's what you do to me)

I'm just trying to rack (Ooh) all that you subtract

Left me with the aftermath

I just wanna get back what you've stolen

Need it so I can be whole again

I need all of the pieces you're holdin' (Oh, baby)

Pieces of my heart that you've stolen (Stole)

Just wanna get back what you've stolen (Oh)

Pieces of my heart that you've stolen (Stole)

Oh, I just wanna get back

Just wanna get back what you stole (Stole)

(Just wanna get back, just wanna get back)

Baby, I just

I just wanna get back everything

I got it, now we'll cop it (Ayy)

We was servin' thrax

I kept the shotty and the rocket (Bah, bah)

Fourth quarter, let's sack it

Let you claim the winning bucket

And I kill it when I'm fuckin' it (Woo)

You took my sanity

Then you threw it for grabs (You threw it for grabs)

Keep this shit real with me

I'll do the same back (Keep this shit one hundred, oh)

I started lovin' you

Not the first but the second time (Second time I saw you)

We ride the four-seater

Or the coupe with the hatchback, yeah

I just wanna get back what you've stolen

Need it so I can be whole again

I need all of the pieces you're holdin'

Pieces of my heart that you've stolen

Just wanna get back what you've stolen

Pieces of my heart that you've stolen

Oh, I just wanna get back

Just wanna get back what you stole

With all that petty shit, petty bitch

Stealin' change out the baby car seat

Her shoes five G, the purse thirty

Gotta take a Uber, got the boot on the lease

She a new Mona Lis', but her face change

I stayed dangerous, she see the beauty in the beast

Put her hand in your jeans, hear that bang-bang

Why you tryna steal my piece with my hand on my heat?

Bitches gang-gang

Now she comin' for my neck, tryin' to give me head, brain, brain

Shawty better flock a bitch, tryin' to steal my shit, mayday

She eyin' that watch on my wrist, little itty bitch, no tick-tock

Come sign this NDA, baby, huh (No, for real, ooh)

I just wanna get back what you've stolen

Need it so I can be whole again

I need all of the pieces you're holdin'

Pieces of my heart that you've stolen

Just wanna get back what you've stolen

Pieces of my heart that you've stolen

Oh, I just wanna get back

Just wanna get back what you stole

(Just wanna get back, yeah, yeah)

Undrunk lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Too $hort & E-40)

E-Feezy

$hort, $hort

(A1, this beat slaps)

I'm too lit, she fucked up

We wish that we could get undrunk (Ayy)

She too lit (Lit), she fucked up

We wish that we could get undrunk (Ayy, yeah)

Damn, bust that thing open (Bust)

Show me how you bust that thing open

Huh, what you waitin' for?

Don't mind them lil' guys, this a Draco (Grrah)

I'll light up his top like a halo (Woo)

They'll shut down this block if I say so (You already know)

You a yes man, my niggas on payroll

That's your best friend, tell that ho, "Stay close"

If you ain't fuckin', bet she will for the pesos

Take a shot (Take a shot), toot it up (Toot it up)

Now make it drop (Make it drop)

Bring it back (Bring it back), then make it pop (Make it pop)

She a hickory-dickory-thot (Sorry, ow)

She do freaky things off that tequila

Got her roommate, they live on Reseda

Give them both the business, two cheerleaders

Thizz face, listenin' to Mac Dre like I'm from the Bay

I'm too lit, she fucked up

We wish that we could get undrunk (Ayy)

She too lit (Lit), she fucked up (Woo, woo)

We wish that we could get undrunk (Ayy, yeah)

Uh, she L-I-T (L-I-T), she lit (She lit)

She fuck with me (Fuck with me), I'm it (I'm it)

She a cutie, her booty shaped like a heart, she hella smart

And she got ass like her auntie, yeah, that part

I ain't a sucka, I ain't a weirdo, I ain't a goof and I ain't a clown

I throw a bitch in the air and break her 'fore she hit the ground

When I was in elementary, I was quiet, my pockets was on a diet

I woke up and I decided (Bitch)

Wind it slow, bring it back, be a beast with it (Be a beast with it)

Shake it fast, hit the gas, fuck a speed limit (Fuck a speed limit)

Watch your back (Watch your back), touch your knees (Touch your knees)

Put it on me, make you feel it through your jeans

I'm too lit (The yay), she fucked up (Woo, woo)

We wish that we could get undrunk (Ah, ah, ah, ah)

She too lit (Brr), she fucked up (Woo, woo)

We wish that we could get undrunk (Ah, ah, ah, ah)

Why they gotta say it like $hort?

I go hard, fuck sleep (Fuck sleep)

If the bitch with me, she's a freak (Freak)

$hort dawg, you know me

I got her playin' with her pussy in the VIP

She said, "I like your songs

I wanna give you this thing all night long"

She took 'em off and threw her thong

And said, "Daddy, can you take me home?"

I said, "Bitch"

Take a shot (Take a shot), toot it up (Toot it up)

Now make it drop (Make it drop)

Bring it back, then make it pop (Make it pop)

She a hickory-dickory-thot (Sorry, ha)

She do freaky things off that tequila

Got her roommate, they live on Reseda (Woo)

Give them both the business, two cheerleaders

If one get drunk, then she follow the leader (Woo)

I'm too lit (Lit), she fucked up (Woo, woo)

We wish that we could get undrunk (Ah, ah, ah, ah)

She too lit (Brr), she fucked up

We wish that we could get undrunk (Ah, ah, ah, ah)

No Such Thing lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. HoodyBaby)

Fat fly nigga, real drink sipper

Hundred thou' in Vegas with a hundred bad bitches

Stars in the Wraith, you can see the Big Dipper (Dipper)

Ice in my face, you can see the big picture (Picture)

I'm HoodyBaby, that's my shit

Think I'm thinkin' 'bout a bitch, but I'm thinkin' bout the brick (Brick)

And if you comin' by yourself, I'ma dip

'Cause only two bitches satisfy my dick

No such thing as too many drinks

Follow me, and I'ma turn you out

Put that pussy in my face now

Girl, we 'bout to go twelve rounds now

Now let me touch it, let me rub it

Lately been spendin' money like, "Fuck it"

I never trust her, but go on, bust it

Bend it over, shake somethin', don't cuff it

I want you, you, and her, that's the liquor talkin'

Come off them shoes and that purse, that's my niggas talkin'

I'm super smooth off them Percs, got me moonwalkin'

Got my hand up her skirt, she screamin' out, "Ooh, papi"

I ain't with the actin', save the cappin' for a sucker

Hop up on my dick, lick the tip, need a nasty muhfucka

A bad bitch that get her back from her mama

I'ma need a stack, she gon' throw it back, show me somethin'

No such thing as too many drinks

Follow me, and I'ma turn you out

Put that pussy in my face now

Girl, we 'bout to go twelve rounds now

Now let me touch it, let me rub it

Lately been spendin' money like, "Fuck it"

I never trust her, but go on, bust it

Bend it over, shake somethin', don't cuff it

Help Me Breathe lyrics - Chris Brown Young Thug (feat. Future)

[Future:]

Wheezy outta here

[Young Thug:]

Drop to my knees

Beggin' you, please

Lickin' my teeth

Call the police

I'm searchin' for peace

Nuttin' three or four times

Automatic drapes gonna wake you, no blinds

You're my mommy, yes, I know, ma

Someone call the officer, lift the blouse on her (Ayy)

Skinny dippin' with me and the shoes came first

2020 Bentley and it's all for her (Sheesh)

Keep it pimpin' with me and we both say, "Church" (Woo)

I did Oxycontin for the first time (Yee)

Better hide your wifey, I'm on thirst time

Jewelry on me icy, I'm on surf time

Fall to my knees

[Young Thug & Future:]

You helpin' me to breathe, yeah

You helpin' me to breathe, yeah (Yeah)

You helpin' me to breathe, baby

You helpin' me to (Oh, oh, oh)

You helpin' me to breathe, yeah

You helpin' me to breathe, yeah

You helpin' me to breathe (Baby), yeah

You helpin' me to breathe (Baby), yeah

You helpin' me to breathe, yeah

You helpin' me to breathe

You helpin' me to breathe, baby, yeah

You helpin' me to breathe (Yeah, yeah, Future Hendrix)

[Future:]

Helpin' me breathe (Yeah, yeah)

You weaken my knees (Yeah, yeah)

Got your Cubans obese

Makin' it hard for you to leave

Popped a pill just to count this money, I been up for a week (Up)

I bought Prada 'cause I'm proud of you to keep it a G (Proud of you), yeah

Cleanin' up fresh new designer, I'm goin' to surf (Surf)

I'll let you hit two cups of lean, then it's church (Two, church)

Brokedown my bells, you were right there baggin' my bowls up (Bag it up)

Some red bottoms for you like it's a dozen of roses (Yeah)

Cop the Eliantte too, top tiers lookin' like boulders (Yeah, yeah)

I'm snatchin' up that coupe for you, put Ferrari on your motor, girl

Snatchin' up that new foreign that pretty girl in the morning

I done tried these shrooms, but you already rollin' (All night)

Took you 'cross the moon, you on the left ('Cross the moon)

When you high, and you jet fly, money storm in

I know you photogenic Monday through Sunday (I can see it)

I'm keepin' my eyes on you, you iconic (Soldier)

[Young Thug & Future:]

You helpin' me to breathe, yeah

You helpin' me to breathe (Helpin' me), yeah (Yeah)

You helpin' me to breathe, baby

You helpin' me to (Oh, helpin' me)

You helpin' me to breathe (Helpin' me to breathe), yeah

You helpin' me to breathe (Helpin' me to breathe), yeah

You helpin' me to breathe (Helpin' me to breathe, baby), yeah

You helpin' me to breathe (Helpin' me to breathe, baby), yeah

You helpin' me to breathe (Breathe), yeah

You helpin' me to breathe, yeah

You helpin' me to breathe, baby (Baby)

You helpin' me to breathe (Don't make me suffer if it's nothin')

[Future:]

Without my heart, there's a chance I could die

I'll help no opp, some chance I could die

I'm gettin' 'bout high as that I'ma touch the sky

Comin' from the projects, most of these bitches shiesty

But you helpin' me to breathe (You helpin' me to breathe)

Indigo (2019)

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