Chris Brown Lyrics

How I Feel lyrics - Chris Brown

Yeah, is how I feel, right?
It's only me right? ha
It's like, ha

I was 15 a virginia nigga with ambition
Young but I invisioned fuckin them bad bitches
Live my life with no regret
I try to show respect but you don't give it I guess you don't understand when
It might take me a life time to take it back
And it might take you a life time to know the facts yeah
Just 'cause different don't mean we distant
And if you kill a man ain't no way to bring it back
Yeah they say its mind over matter
But what we're livin for what really matters
Some niggas just silver spoons on the platter
And other niggas is doomed just for disaster
All alone sleeping in my bedroom
As I wet the sheets mama is gonna be dead soon
'cause a man beat her, but he don't realize
She important to this family like a fucking heirloom
Yeah a nigga still found his way out
a Record deal came a nigga played out
My mama livin good, she takin days out
They sayin boy all that hard work payed off
Five hundred racks for an hour show
But ain't gon neva do a 60 minutes interview..
'cause all you wanna do is twist my words up
And all I wanna do is flip my birds up
Kind of tipsy of that red rum murda
I'm singing ass nigga know you heard of
Me, every day my click stuntin
Niggas talking down but I'ma make em pick them words up
I done said all I had to say what else
Cock suckers low blowin under my belt
Yeah they hangin from the tip
They tryna get a sip don't let em get a grip..
I'm pissing on em myself
19 a nigga went through a tragedy
3 years and nigga just found a better me
Yeah you might find another lover,
But you always started with breezy like the letter b
Nightmares feelin haunting
Thinking do I really like this star shit huh
Because fame ain't freedom and this diamond chain only mean they hold you hostage
Now I got a lot of offers telling me to wear they clothes and they wanna be my sponsor
But when a nigga fall off again they gonna be like "off 'em"
And then they go and smile up in your face just like awesome
Great, wait, police and a thug cannot relate
I guess that's why this war on drugs is the debate
So I'ma keep on livin my life from day to day
Learn from my mistakes

I Don't Like Remix (Drake Diss) lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. The Game, Kanye West, Jadakiss, Big Sean)

[Verse 1: The Game]
Dact off that G6, hit the club on that gshit
Received a belt that's a G bitch and I'm bout to kill Chief Keef's shit
Just killed my nigga Meek's shit, Then I killed my nigga French's shit
Got a French bitch, no French shit but she giving my dick a French kiss
A fuck nigga, that's that shit I don't like,
Arm hanging out the window with that black ghost, with them chrome pipes
Tell em niggas this gon' be a long night,
Bitches wanna chill we gon need some more ice
Shout out to John Wall, Man that nigga nice
Club leaning nigga we gon need some more sprite,
Real nigga, these Drake fans
Fuck charge, we gon take his stands, Take his fans we gon shake hands
Put a gap in your mouth, straight head
Hunnit racks of these cargos, push the button these cars go
Six trays of that lago, six spades black cards hoe
I got the homies out in Chicago, with the full clique with that bullshit
Dang nigga that's Rose, with the caps on and mj's
I got a thick bitch with a thin waist, got a condo so we slim steak
Got a Rolex Presidente, got black diamonds Kunta Kinte
Hot porn like turkin' em, hot weels we swervin' em
Next year we getting Derron Williams gonna do Lebron like Dirk and em'

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
A fuck nigga, that's that shit I don't like
They throwin' bottles I'm throwin' models, just cause I give a bitch long pipe
Doing shows on soccer fields that's dome right?
I be singing he be singing so its on fight
But hold up I didn't give a nigga no green light,
This head up, my bread up, one on one, what you scared bruh?
Matter fact, take care bruh you a pussy nigga, pay up
My nigga Tunechi, yeah that nigga nice, shout out to Nicki man that ass tight
Them eyebrows? Man them shits is yikes
OVO, you overdosed screamin' YOLO no I live TWICE ooops hahahaha

[Hook: Chief Keef]
A fuck nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
A snitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
A bitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
Sneak disser, that’s that shit I don’t like

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
They smile in my face is what I don’t like
They steal your whole sound that’s a soundbite
The media crucify me like they did Christ
They want to find me not breathin’ like they found Mike
A girl’ll run her mouth only out of spite
But I never hit a woman never in my life
I was in too deep like Mekhi Phifer
In that pussy so deep I could have drowned twice
Rose gold Jesus piece with the brown ice
Eatin’ good, vegetarian with the brown rice
Girls kissin’ girls, cause it’s hot right?
But unless they use a strap-on then they not dykes
They ain’t about that life, they ain’t about that life
We hangin’ out that window it’s about to be a Suge night
Free Bump J, real nigga for life
Shoutout to Derrick Rose, man that nigga nice
Shout out to L-E-P, J Boogie right?
Chief Keef, King Louis, this is Chi, right?

[Hook: Chief Keef]
A fuck nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
A snitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
A bitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
Sneak disser, that’s that shit I don’t like
Don’t like, like, don’t like, like
A snitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like

[Verse 4: Chief Keef]
Fake Gucci, that’s that shit I don’t like
Smokin’ on this dope, higher than a kite
This bitch gon’ love me now, she gon’ let me pipe
Screaming Sosa, that’s that nigga that I like
I don’t want relations, I just want one night
Cause a thirsty bitch, that’s the shit that I don’t like
I got tats up on my arm, cause this shit is life
And I spend on a bunch of clothes, cause I’m livin’ life
I come up on the scene, and I’m stealin’ light
Bitch I’m high off life, got me feelin’ right
Bitch I’m Chief Keef, fuck who don’t like
And bitch we GBE, we just gon’ cite

[Hook]

[Verse 5: Big Sean]
We are not one and the same, nigga I’m fuckin’ insane, fuck is you sayin’?
Yo ass been doin’ the same, shit, not doin’ what you sayin’
Dang, I told yo old bitch she was fuckin’ a lame, turn one ho to a train
Blow, blang, my niggas holdin’ that pain, I just hope you been praying
Bang bang, ridin’ for my niggas and that’s for life
High class I’m just surrounded by these low-lives
And I run this bitch like it’s no lights
Goin’ hard the whole night cause I ain’t goin’ back to my old life, I promise

[Verse 6: Jadakiss]
I done sold purple, I done sold white
Running outta work, that’s that shit I don’t like
She never let me hit it, she gave me dome twice
She blowin’ up my phone, that’s that bitch I don’t like
Nah, jean jacket with the sleeves cut
Put the pressure on ‘em just when they think that I eased up
Thirty for the Cuban, ‘nother 30 for the Jesus
Believe in ourselves when nobody else believed us, suckers

[Hook]

I Love You (Team Breezy) lyrics - Chris Brown

[Verse 1]
I know everybody on
This planet wished that they had you
I feel so blessed baby
It’s an honor to know I got you
I know every man
Probably told you that he loved you
This ain't no ordinary love song
No this ain't no ordinary love song

[Pre-Chorus]
So I'mma say it in the stadium
Scream it like an anthem
Say it from a mountain top
Sing it like a favorite song
I'mma put my cards on the table for you

[Chorus]
Cause I love you oh
And baby there's nothing in the world
That I won't do for you
Oh I love you oh
I gotta tell you about a million trillion times
Baby you're the best thing in my life

[Verse 2]
Put your hand on my heart
Can't you feel that boom boom boom?
Only one reason that it beats is for you
But in this love game baby I play the fool
But this is no ordinary love song
No this ain't no ordinary love song

[Pre-Chorus]
So I'mma say it in the stadium
Scream it like an anthem
Say it from a mountain top
Sing it like a favorite song
I'mma put my cards on the table for you

[Chorus]
Cause I love you oh
And baby there's nothing in the world
That I won't do for you
Oh I love you oh

I gotta tell you about a million trillion times
Baby you're the best thing in my life

[Bridge]
For once in my life
Once in my life
I can see clear
Cause you open my eyes
For once in my life
Once in my life
No doubt in my mind
You're the only one for me
Baby can't you see? Oh oh, oh oh...
I'm so oh...in love

[Chorus]
Cause I love you oh
And baby there's nothing in the world
That I won't do for you
Oh I love you oh
I gotta tell you about a million trillion times
Baby you're the best thing in my life

I'm Illy lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Teyana Taylor)

[Chris]
Yeah, 09 our year
Mixtape status
Youtube
Teyana Taylor what's good?
C. Breezy in the building
Yeah man,
Let's go in
I'm in the clouds homie, no gas mask
Paper long stack higher than giraffe's ass
Not used to driving spaceships, so I'm landing wrong
On some ugly shit, ET with a bandana on
Dolce book bag, Louie rag, hanging on the right side
Red lightning in my hair, I'm looking on the bright side
Listen to my music, yes, I highly recommend it
But if you ain't messing with it, why the hell you commenting?
And I'm really loving rapping now know I had to get it in
Listening to rappers and some of them sounding feminine
Any stage or any show, I been there or I done it
Too big and these girls run from it
These young niggas here now and we bout to shut it down
My little sister Teyana Taylor and yeah I'm Chris Brown
And ain't no goons with me, go on act silly
Don't forget modafuca I'm illy

[Teyana]
I guess the magazine's just ain't enough
Still wanna play wit us
When dat beat get murdered right away you know they say its us
Blog sites, web sites, they all know I'm dead nice
Porsche at the red light, you hardern chicks is dead tight,
Money steady generatin, haters give me inspiration,
Swagged out generation, got ya child board skatin,
MOB so solid, Ray Bans so poppin
Multi colored finger nails, cranberry phone posse
Killin every beat I touch, pardon every thing I say, pen game, whip game
I just bought a car today
Jealous of my one of a kind swag, yah dumb match
Shorty tried to copy and paste my style she's dumb gas
Scared of nobody, I push it to the limit, you rap chicks is burnin
Here's a number to a clinic, Cb is here with me, get familiar with the movement,
Neglect every instrumental I use my body and abuse it.

[Chris]
Alexander McClean Jeans, I'm on that mean shit
Super sweet 16 clean my magazine clip em, yeah you a hata now
Check check out my gators now, rockin goose downs
And wit a belt crocodile
Can't forget my fur coat, shawty named mer-low
And she mad wild, and I love it and like the way it purr yo
2012 yeah I'm rockin new demins wit the tempertaure control all in dem.

[Teyana]
Yeahhhh. I'm gone go hard flo hard, every time I spit is after par
You know I show off lyrics is impeccable, you know I'm gone act a full
Yo he and I a model swag wide three two cool
Yeah my block is forty left, you know we don't play no games
Timberland hard denims wife beat swag flames
Harlem is my birthplace, La where my work lay
Haters check my profile naw this ain't myspace, ohhww.

Leave Broke lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Famous Fresh)

[Chris Brown:]
She working that pole, she so unbelievable
She outta control, up and down, unbelievable
She be working that body, I'm a leave broke
Throwing 1s, 5s, 10s, 20s, 100s, I'm a leave broke
Working that pole, she so unbelievable
She outta control, up and down, unbelievable
She be working that body, I'm a leave broke
Throwing 1s, 5s, 10s, 20s, 100s, I'm a leave broke

[Famous Fresh:]
[?]

[Chris Brown:]
She working that pole, she so unbelievable
She outta control, up and down, unbelievable
She be working that body, I'm a leave broke
Throwing 1s, 5s, 10s, 20s, 100s, I'm a leave broke
Working that pole, she so unbelievable
She outta control, up and down, unbelievable
She be working that body, I'm a leave broke
Throwing 1s, 5s, 10s, 20s, 100s, I'm a leave broke

Girl come and pop with a rich nigga
I'm rocking skinny jeans like it make my dick bigger
I pay 100 for that ass, I'm a sick nigga
I'm pouring up the codeine, I don't sip liquor
I'm mad as fuck, nigga balling on a budget
Bitches know that I been balling and I love it
Martian lens, smoking skins and a bucket
Hou-Town with me, come and go two rounds with me, you know a fade is nothing
I got a bitch with a body, call her bass and percussion
With my hands throwing bands, she gon' stand for nothing
You cuffing, you probably working with the man or something
I'm African bands, how my niggas is drumming
And you niggas wanna be like
Smoking weed and flying on a G5
Bust a gun for my niggas on the east side
Nigga sling gold records like bing pies
I love them long nights when you up on the stripper pole
You know all my lil niggas is trained to go
Dark night Lamborghini, red painted in gold
In the Wraith and it feel like a rodeo
I'm throwing 100s and giving them babies, yeah
And if you drink what I drink, you think that I'm crazy

Cause she working that pole, she so unbelievable
She outta control, up and down, unbelievable
She be working that body, I'm a leave broke
Throwing 1s, 5s, 10s, 20s, 100s, I'm a leave broke
Working that pole, she so unbelievable
She outta control, up and down, unbelievable
She be working that body, I'm a leave broke
Throwing 1s, 5s, 10s, 20s, 100s, I'm a leave broke
Leave broke

Let The Blunt Go lyrics - Chris Brown

[Intro: Funk Flex]
Funk Flex, Chris Brown
Who you mad at? Me or yourself

[Chris Brown:]
Gold chain, gold chain
Gettin' money gon' watch this hoes chance
I'm in the party got these bitches off molly and they rollin'
Bitches poppin pills like it's for pain in their eyes I'm the shit
Molly probably fantasizing all about my dick
Only one real nigga take a pic and all you haters
I'm gonna take your bitch

Every nigga in the club see the same hoe
With the same friends all they do is change clothes
Try to bowl and they pussies say their lane closed
If you fuckin' for your rent you a lame hoe
Oops, yeah I said that
Half ya'll niggas in here frontin where your bread at?
ahhhhhh, gon' stutter rap
Thought so can't do it like this broke nigga

[2x] If you say you got to work
why you in the club hoe?
Hell no you can't smoke my drugs hoe
Now you in the club tryin' to fuck no love hoe
How you do that there?
bitch let the blunt go

Too many cars a parade when I pull up
Glass jaw, catch a fade that's a chin up
If you ain't loookin I'm gonna eat your hoe for dinner
She said she's a virgin but I fucked her in Virginia
I ate her at the Supper club
Bad bitches at Greystone
but the just some runner ups
Now every nigga in here
seeing if you tryin' to fuck
And every nigga in here schemin' gon' try your luck
I'm A-1, no steak sauce nigga
they spray dumb it's like ratatatat cross your baseball cap
A couple hoes in your face like jason

Every nigga in the club see the same hoe
With the same friends all they do is change clothes
Try to bowl and they pussies say their lane closed
If you fuckin' for your rent you a lame hoe
Oops, yeah I said that
Half ya'll niggas in here frontin where your bread at?
ahhhhhh, gon' stutter rap
Thought so can't do it like this broke nigga

[2x] If you say you got to work
why you in the club hoe?
Hell no you can't smoke my drugs hoe
Now you in the club tryin' to fuck no love hoe
How you do that there?
bitch let the blunt go

Every nigga in the club see the same hoe
With the same friends all they do is change clothes
Try to bowl and they pussies say their lane closed
If you fuckin' for your rent you a lame hoe
Oops, yeah I said that
Half ya'll niggas in here frontin where your bread at?
ahhhhhh, gon' stutter rap
Thought so can't do it like this broke nigga

[2x] If you say you got to work
why you in the club hoe?
Hell no you can't smoke my drugs hoe
Now you in the club tryin' to fuck no love hoe
How you do that there?
bitch let the blunt go

Love Me No More lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Kid Ink)

[Kid Ink:]
Said I ain't even gotta say shit
You know who I'm talking to
Said I ain't even gotta say shit

[Chris Brown:]
Baby you know, that I cry all these tears for you
No one compares to the smile you make when
When I hit it, taste that kitty
I ain't even gotta say shit
Ten girls in the back seat nigga I'm with it
She broke my heart, I guess she's a superstar now
When all I really needed was your love

[Chorus - Chris Brown:]
She don't wanna love me no more
She said I was doing too much
And now I'm all alone with nobody
I might as well roll up
I'm tired of fighting, already been down that road
And she don't wanna love me no more
She don't wanna love me no more

[Kid Ink:]
She don't wanna love me no more
All her shit parked front at the front door
How the hell did we get here so damn fast?
Foot to the gas tryin' to cover your nose
Stop sniffing around still ain't gonna find nothing
Acting like Sherlock Holmes or something
They say love don't cost a thing
But I can see change girl keep it one hunnid
If you really wanna leave
If you really wanna go, you gotta make it through me
I ain't doing this alone
Think I'm going insane and it usually turns you on but right now

[Chorus]

Love Rocket lyrics - Chris Brown

I'm fly in the sky,
Outer space our satellites
Wanna take a, a little ride
On your rocket yeah yeah your rocket

Heading for the milky way a big surprise,
Looking for the sugar rush I,
Are you the guy?
Delighted, if was invited.
So tell me how bout it yeah

Definition of a freak yeah,
Lets do something crazy yeah,
I want you and you want meeee
And i don't need

[Chorus]
Your chain your bling
It don't mean shit to me
Just keep your money in your pocket
Everything up in here out
No fake I.D
Just keep it real with me
You know you want me
Boy just stop it
Let me hop on your love rocket
nooooooooow
Let me hop on your love rocket
nooooooooow
Let me hop on your love rocket

How do, I say to you
That you are my one and only
Never leave me lonely
Put your body on me
And hold me close yeah
Lets take off to a place we never been
And make love all night till the morning

Me girls tell me get him now
Me have to catch him now
Me say me want to see you comfortable anything to make you smile

And make you smile
And make you smile
I said me want to see you comfortable and make you smile
And make you smile
And make you smile
But I don't need to much

[Chorus]
Your chain your bling
It don't mean shit to me
Just keep your money in your pocket
Everything up in here I own it
No fake I.D
Just keep it real with me
You know you want me
Boy just stop it
Let me hop on your love rocket
nooooooooow
Let me hop on your love rocket
nooooooooow
Let me hop on your love rocket
Oooooh Oooooh
Whooooa Whoooa
Wadada dang
Wadadadada dang
Wadada dang
Da dang dang dang

Me have to see-E
Me have to see us go up
Me have to see-E
Me have to see us go up
Our rocket ship go up
Our rocket ship go up
Our rocket ship go up yeah

Love the rocket love love the rocket
Love the rocket love love the rocket
Love the rocket love love the rocket

Love, love
Love, love (yeeaaah)

[Chorus]
Your chain, your bling
It don't mean shit to me
Just keep your money in your pocket
Everything up in here I own it
No fake I.D
Just keep it real with me
You know you want me
Boy just stop it
Let me hop on your love rocket
noooooow
Let me hop on your love rocket
noooooow
Let me hop on your love rocket

Your chain, your bling
It don't mean shit to me
Just keep your money in your pocket
Everything up in here I own it
No fake I.D
Just keep it real with me
You know you want me
Boy just stop it
Let me hop on your love rocket
noooooow
Let me hop on your love rocket
noooooow
Let me hop on your love rocket

Loyal (DJ Tedsmooth Remix) lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. The LOX)

Who y'all talkin to man?

[Sheek Louch (Chris Brown) {DJ Tedsmooth}]
Uh Uh! L.O.X. (Yeah! Let me see!)
You know we had to do this right? REMIX! {TED SMOOTH! STRAIGHT FACE! U REMEMBER!!!}

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch {Chris Brown}]
Hey! Feelin like I just got signed (Yeah!)
Feelin like these hoes all mine
Ha! But I know they ain’t loyal (Uh Uh)
If I leave ‘em out too long they’ll spoil {Ohhh}
Oh-Oh-Oh! I can tell she want a though though (Ha!)
Burner on me mad ice in my hublot
WOO! Had to take her to my other crib
Never bring her ‘round where my baby live
Pop bottles get a dutch let’s burn up
Fuck a movie all she wanna do is turn up (Turn up)
She just wanna come to my shows
I’d done did everything but trust these hoes

[Chorus: Chris Brown {Sheek Louch}]
When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (ohhh)
These hoes ain't loyal... (I got a story to tell) {REMIX} (whoooa)
Those hoes ain't loyal...

[Verse 2: Styles P {Chris Brown}]
Let the pound cake and the clear wax oil you (haha)
Used to sling girl out aluminum foil
Got your bitch out like she just got boiled (ha!)
Man she want me to play with her
I just lit up a J with her {yeah}
Now she want me to stay with her
Better have four other bitches to lay with her (better)
Cause my wife gon' kill me (kill me)
Got five bitches to hit she might feel me {ohhh}
But them hoes ain’t loyal (uh-uh)
Get down and dirty somethin' like soil (nope)
You a rich nigga, they foil you
You a broke nigga won’t call you

[Chorus: Chris Brown {Sheek Louch}]
When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (ohhh)
These hoes ain't loyal... (I got a story to tell) {REMIX} (whoooa)
These hoes ain't loyal... (yea-yeah - let me see)

[Verse 3: Jadakiss {Chris Brown}]
Stayin out night with the ballers
You a creep you get right to the crawlers (Hmmm)
Thought you was in The Heights with Toya (Yup)
You in the shorts then letting niggas dog ya {Ohhh}
And that’s a fact
I took a rich nigga bitch then I passed her back
We just did a couple shots blew half a sack
Think about it all the time ‘cause her ass was fat {Yeah}
Got you open like a kid in the candy store
Or you stay away from it they just hand you more
They don't own that life, you'll understand me more
You just need to know that her pussy can’t be yours
SUCKA!

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Come on, come on, girl - why you frontin'?
Baby show me something
When I call her, she gon' leave
And I bet that bottom dollar she gon' cheat
Come on, come on, girl - why you frontin'?
Baby show me something
You just spent your ring on her
And it's all for nothing (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (I got a story to tell) (ohhh)
These hoes ain't loyal... (whoooa)
These hoes ain't loyal... (yea-yeah - let me see)
When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (ohhh)
These hoes ain't loyal... (whoooa)
These hoes ain't loyal... (yea-yeah - let me see)

[Outro: Chris Brown]
Yeah! Let me see! Yeah! Let me see!
Yeah! Let me see! (Oh these hoes ain’t loyal) Let me see!

Loyal (East Coast Version) lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Lil Wayne & French Montana)

Young Mula, baby
You thought it was over?

[Verse 1 - Lil' Wayne:]
I wasn't born last night
I know these hoes ain't right
But you was blowing up her phone last night
But she ain't have her ringer nor her ring on last night, oh
Nigga, that's that nerve
Why give a bitch your heart when she'd rather have a purse?
Why give a bitch an inch when she'd rather have nine?
You know how the game goes
She be mine by half time, I'm the shit, oh
Nigga, that's that nerve
You all about her, and she all about hers
Birdman Junior in this bitch, no flamingos
And I done did everything, but trust these hoes
(CB fuck with me!)

[Chris Brown:]
When a rich nigga want ya
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya
These hoes ain't loyal
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

[Verse 2 - Chris Brown:]
Just got rich
Took a broke nigga bitch
I can make a broke bitch rich
But I don't fuck with broke bitches

Got a white girl with some fake titties
I took her to Dubai with me
Eyes closed, smoking marijuana
Rolling up that Bob Marley
I'm a rasta
She wanna do drugs,
Smoke weed, get drunk
She wanna see a nigga trapped
She wanna fuck all the rappers

[Chorus:]
When a rich nigga want you (want you baby)
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (nothing no)
These hoes ain't loyal (no they ain't)
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

[Verse 3 - Chris Brown:]
Black girl with a big booty
If she a bad bitch, let's get to it right away
We up in this club
Bring me the bottles
I know girl, that you came in this bitch with your man
That's a no no girl
All this money in the air
I wanna see you dance

Just got rich
Took a broke nigga bitch
I can make a broke bitch rich
But I don't fuck with broke bitches

[Chorus:]
When a rich nigga want you (want you baby)
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (no, nothing)
These hoes ain't loyal
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

[Verse 4 - French Montana:]
With ciroc in the system
Ain't no telling will I fuck them, will I diss them
That's what they be yelling, I'm a pimp by blood
No relation, I don't chase 'em, I replace 'em
LVs, Hermes, Dolces
Them hoes ain't loyal. Man, they rotate
School me to the game, now I know my duty
Put her in a Lotus
She was riding in a hoopty
Fuck that bitch
I got my own hoe
Fuck your weed
I got my own smoke
Had to put my mink back on
Tell that bitch
Put a ring back on
Montana

[Chris Brown:]
Come on, come on, girl
Why you frontin'?
Baby show me something
When I call her, she gon' leave
And I bet that bottom dollar she gon' cheat
Come on, come on, girl
Why you frontin'?
Baby show me something
You just spent your bread on her
And it's all for nothing

[Chorus:]
When a rich nigga want you (want you baby)
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (can't do nothing for you)
These hoes ain't loyal
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

When a rich nigga want you (want you baby)
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya
These hoes ain't loyal (they be playing games)
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

Yeah, let me see
Yeah-h, let me see
Let me see

These hoes ain't loyal
Let me see

Loyal (West Coast Version) lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Lil Wayne & Too Short)

[Intro: Lil Wayne & Chris Brown]
YOUNG MULA, BABY!

(Haha, you thought it was over?)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I wasn't born last night
I know these hoes ain’t right
But you was blowing up her phone last night
But she ain’t have her ringer nor her ring on last night, oh
Nigga, that’s that nerve
Why give a bitch your heart
When she rather have a purse?
Why give a bitch your inch
When she rather have nine?
You know how the game goes
She be mine by half time, I’m the shit, oh
Nigga, that’s that nerve
You all about her, and she all about hers
Birdman Junior in this bitch, no flamingos
And I done did everything but trust these hoes
(CB fuck with me!)

[Hook: Chris Brown]
When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya
These hoes ain’t loyal
These hoes ain’t loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Just got rich
Took a broke nigga’s bitch
I can make a broke bitch rich
But I don’t fuck with broke bitches

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Got a white girl with some fake titties
I took her to the bay with me
Eyes closed smoking marijuana
Rolling up that Bob Marley, I’m a rasta
She wanna do drugs, smoke weed, get drunk
She wanna see a nigga trap
She wanna fuck all the rappers

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Black girl with a big booty
If she a bad bitch, let’s get to it (right away)
We up in this club
Bring me the bottles
I know girl, that you came in this bitch with your man
That’s a no-no girl
All this money in the air
I wanna see you dance

[Bridge]

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Too Short]
A nigga fell in love
Turn into a woosy
24-7 he was eating that pussy
But these hoes ain't faithful
A nigga like me will have your bitch on tape though
I been knowing not to trust these hoes
I get bread, get head, and fuck these hoes
In that order
Don't switch it around
Relationships change, it's so different now
No high-school sweetheart
These bitches pimpin'
All these opinions
Women on women
Lickin' them titties
Sex in the city
Hella "Instagram likes" but you ain't pretty
Bitch!

[Verse 5: Chris Brown]
Come on, come on, girl
Why you fronting?
Baby show me something
When I call her, she gon’ leave
And I bet that bottom dollar she gon’ cheat
Come on, come on, girl
Why you fronting?
Baby show me something
You done spent your bread on her
And it’s all for nothing

[Hook]

M.F.T.R. (Remix) lyrics - Chris Brown

[Chorus:]
Creep up on these niggas, creep up on these niggas
Speak up on it, nigga, speak up on it, nigga
Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything
Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything
Gon make it bang, gon make it bang
Getting followed by them hollows, gon make it bang
Niggas ain't been to church in a minute
But it's funny how that TEC make a nigga get religious
Amen, amen, hey
Waving at these niggas, hey
Start waving at these niggas, amen, hey
Waving at these niggas, hey

[Verse:]
Sawed off shotty, Reebok pump a nigga
I Kirk out for them Franklins, I stomp a nigga
Virginia mind, I dump on em and throw the gun away
The shoe fits weird, nigga, now run them Penny Hardaways
You can't have a conscience when you a God, nigga
What the fuck is a city to a Godzilla?
Okay, now everybody tough, everybody buff
Tell you, Shoot at they feet, and watch them double Dutch
Oh, no, then dance, little nigga, dance, little nigga
You by yourself now, what's the plan, little nigga?
Gon make it bang, go and make it bang
Pusha just want the money, I'm taking everything
Hand me the ratchet, put everything in the basket
All of the paper and plastic, hollows, I'm giving them out
Run in your house, sticking a gun in your mouth
Niggas turn religious when they staring at the devil
Pull that trigger, chopper Rocky like I'm playing heavy metal, ah

[Chorus]

Mixtape Shit lyrics - Chris Brown

[Intro]
I on need no niggas in my section
All bitches all bitches all bitches all bitches uhh
I on need no niggas in my section
All bitches all bitches all bitches all bitches uhh

[Verse]
Higher than the moon, nigga what up
Yeah I hear em woofing, yo nigga need shut up
While I'm in the pussy, face down and the butt up
You ain't shit to her, but me I'm just a fucked up
Fuck a handshake nigga we ain't brothers
From that westsidee, where they repping for their colors
Talking big shit, cause my dick will make you shut up
All over your face like it's butter, nut up
Right now, make her scream my name and pipe her way down
That's the only reason bitch, give a nigga a wipe down
24 inches I'm on the road, my niggas smoking on that loud
Bitches tryna front, I'm blow they back out
I ain't thinking bout it, nigga walking past you
Bitch smell my blunt and says she like my tattoo's
I'm that dude, I slang wood, that bamboo
But when she drop it on the dick she a damn fool

[Chorus]
I on need no niggas in my section
All bitches all bitches all bitches all bitches uhh
I on need no niggas in my section
All bitches all bitches all bitches all bitches uhh
All these bitches ion wanna see no niggas,
All these bitches ion wanna see no niggas,
Really really though, all these bitches
I on want no niggas
Cause the real niggas posted up already with us

[Verse 2]
It's a habit in the club I'd imagine
Fucking with these ratchets, no purses
They got baskets it's a handout
Bitching high feening, guess they addicts
And I ask them [?]
Are you in like Patrick
Playing with the pussy like its madden
Fly like a dragon
If one says she likes me then they all bandwagon
She's a leading ass ho but they pretty like a pageant
She said she let me cut, I got to stabbing
For real though

[Chorus]
I on need no niggas in my section
All bitches all bitches all bitches all bitches uhh
I on need no niggas in my section
All bitches all bitches all bitches all bitches uhh
All these bitches ion wanna see no niggas,
All these bitches ion wanna see no niggas,
Really really though, all these bitches
I on want no niggas
Cause the real niggas posted up already with us

[Verse 3]
Ice cold so a nigga still chilling
She ain't popped a pill, so I'ma eat her with my grill in
Damn let me dig in, I call it a fillin
Poking on that pussy I am not a syringe
I got the fliest of friends
We ain't thinking bout no air miles
Niggas setting trends just look at there hair styles
Yeah, I fuck once then I fuck twice
Fuck that... I be fucking that bitch every night
Snow bunnies cause I like my bitches very white
Go and catch a flight, get this pipe into paradise huhh
Who said something bout paradise?
Girl drop that ass, [?]
Like Barry White
Gotta stop staring at my yeezy's
I gotta em for the [?]
I said I'm cool, no I'm breezy
Twenty five hundred dollar tip
Leave that bitch cheesy
I gave that to shit to you for a reason, believe me

[Chorus]
I on need no niggas in my section
All bitches all bitches all bitches all bitches uhh
I on need no niggas in my section
All bitches all bitches all bitches all bitches uhh
All these bitches ion wanna see no niggas,
All these bitches ion wanna see no niggas,
Really really though, all these bitches
I on want no niggas
Cause the real niggas posted up already with us

My Friend lyrics - Chris Brown

What was I thinking?
Packing up and leaving
Now that you're wiser
I'm ashamed, yeah yeah
I can't even cry
Anxiety at night
Can't make up excuses
Gotta face the music

When I see you, my friend
When I see you, my friend

If I said I missed you
Would you say the same?
Or if I said I love you
Would you simply walk away?
Thought we'd grow together
But every day we're further
Thought I did the right thing
But deep inside I'm dying

When I see you, my friend
When I see you, my friend
See you again
See you again, my friend
Girl, you know you wanna see me again
You're the greatest, forever my baby, my friend
Cause you will always be my friend

Nobody's Perfect lyrics - Chris Brown

You and I too sweet not just beautiful
Cause you follow your heart
It makes even more special that you don't know how damn lovely you are
I would kiss a mirror every single day
If I wake up with your face
What are all these doubts fall spinning in your head
Don't you look so sad

Won't you come right here
Set the mind off you
Nobody nobody nobody's perfect but you yeah
You mean the world to me
I can’t believe you’re true
Cause nobody nobody nobody’s perfect but you

[beat break]

Nobody nobody, nobody nobody
Nobody nobody, nobody nobody
Nobody nobody, nobody’s perfect but you

When you stand close to me I get paralyzed
I forget how to breath
Every place is the sake, ain't it feel so wrong
Every time that you leave
You catch me when I'm falling
You bring me back to life
When I'm dying you rise
What are all these doubts fall spinning in your head
Don't you look so sad

Won't you come right here
Set the mind off you
Nobody nobody nobody's perfect but you yeah
You mean the world to me
I can’t believe you’re true
Cause nobody nobody nobody’s perfect but you

[beat break]

Nobody nobody, nobody nobody
Nobody nobody, nobody nobody
Nobody nobody, nobody’s perfect but you

Yeah You mean the world to me
Nobody nobody, nobody’s perfect but you

Won't you come right here
Set the mind off you
Nobody nobody nobody's perfect but you yeah
You mean the world to me
I can’t believe you’re true
Cause nobody nobody nobody’s perfect but you

Off That Liquor lyrics - Chris Brown

[Verse 1]
I can’t lie girl, you so damn sexy
Them other girls ain’t got nothing on ya
Patron mixed with me that’s your recipe
I ain’t gotta say it, I’ll show you
You’re picture perfect girl don’t change a thing
Ain’t going nowhere, you got me
So when you’re leaving that party baby
Come right over, we can get it started baby, like

Ohh, if it’s loving that you need, from me
Come close, cause your happiness all that matters to me
Girl I know, I’ma cherish what I have
And I want more than your body
A little more than your body

[Chorus]
If I don’t give it to you, you be calling like crazy
And when I break you off, you be calling me baby
I know why you tripping, cause my sex is amazing
Acting cause you faded, gone off that liquor
I just wanna give you my, give you my heart
I just wanna give you my, give you my heart
I just wanna give you my, give you my heart
Acting cause you faded, down off that liquor

[Verse 2]
Girl you talking out the side of your neck
And drinking a little too much
You’re talking crazy is all on your head
You’re tipsy and ready for loving
So you’re calling me over
To touching, kiss on your body
You’re here tonight, but it’s more to you than just that
Well I won’t complain if you throw it back, yeah
If it’s loving that you need, from me
Come close, cause your happiness all that matters to me
Girl I know, I’ma cherish what I have
And I want more than your body
A little more than your body

[Chorus]
If I don’t give it to you, you be calling like crazy
And when I break you off, you be calling me baby
I know why you tripping, cause my sex is amazing
Acting cause you faded, gone off that liquor
I just wanna give you my, give you my heart
I just wanna give you my, give you my heart
I just wanna give you my, give you my heart
Acting cause you faded, down off that liquor

[Bridge]
Girl you’re my masterpiece, you’re my heart
Shine like a diamond, beauty so priceless girl
My Valentine, my sweetheart,
I’m gonna love you baby, don’t worry
And if you’re ready, I’ma give you my heart
Right now girl, baby come over, so we can make love
Girl this is all yours

[Chorus]
If I don’t give it to you, you be calling like crazy
And when I break you off, you be calling me baby
I know why you tripping, cause my sex is amazing
Acting cause you faded, gone off that liquor
I just wanna give you my, give you my heart
I just wanna give you my, give you my heart
I just wanna give you my, give you my heart
Acting cause you faded, down off that liquor

Oh Yeah lyrics - Chris Brown

Oh Yeah (Remix) lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Snoop Dogg & 2 Chainz)

[Intro:]
Just go head and do the right thing, do the right thing,...
do the right thing ohhh, just go head and do the right thing,
do the right thing, And girl if you wont get naughty,
I don't need no key I just push button start it

[Chorus:]
Oh yeah, oh yeah (girl you a pro)
Oh yeah, oh yeah (on the on the flo)
oh yeah, oh (yeah girl you got my heart)
oh yeah, oh yeah,
Oh yeah, oh yeah, (girl you a pro)
Oh yeah, oh yeah, (on the on the flo)
Oh yeah, oh (yeah girl you got my heart)
do it, do it, do it, do it,

[Verse 1:]
A nigga spend 100,000 on bottles, baby girl where you going,
Ugly girls be quiet, all them models screamin perform it,
Two bad ones wit me, its 3 something in the morning, Get It!!?
Jump hump till the morning, I Get It!!
Her mouth open she yawnin, Get It!!?
I been on it all day,
But if she come way Imma put on my shades,
Still giving me face, But all yo girlfriends hating cause you M.I.A.
But chu over my place, I'm the king in my city you can have your way,
I'm the camera man, set the camera up, put your booty up, then we can press on replay

[Pre-Chorus:]
Yo friends cant tell me nothing,
Your leaving with me I know you want me,
Its in your eyes, don't tell me lies,
don't give yo disguise, Cause Imma give it to you like OOOHHHHHHH YEEEAAAHHH!!!!

[Chorus:]
Oh yeah, oh yeah (girl you a pro)
Oh yeah, oh yeah (on the on the flo)
oh yeah, oh (yeah girl you got my heart)
oh yeah, oh yeah,
Oh yeah, oh yeah, (girl you a pro)
Oh yeah, oh yeah, (on the on the flo)
Oh yeah, oh (yeah girl you got my heart)
do it, do it, do it, do it,

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Me you and her
When I leave I swerve
Let me see that kitty purr
2 Chainz best ever
Then I put her in the air
But I had to take her to the ER
Make the bed go eh err
Up and down like a see saw
Who saw? Who saw?
Got jazz like Utah
Tackle her like football
Your baby daddy's a Ru Paul
Big dog, who won't
I do the shit that you don't
Livin' life in the fast lane
So I bought me a two-door

[Pre-Chorus:]
Yo friends cant tell me nothing,
Your leaving with me I know you want me,
Its in your eyes, don't tell me lies,
don't give yo disguise, Cause Imma give it to you like OOOHHHHHHH YEEEAAAHHH!!!!

[Chorus:]
Oh yeah, oh yeah (girl you a pro)
Oh yeah, oh yeah (on the on the flo)
oh yeah, oh (yeah girl you got my heart)
oh yeah, oh yeah,
Oh yeah, oh yeah, (girl you a pro)
Oh yeah, oh yeah, (on the on the flo)
Oh yeah, oh (yeah girl you got my heart)
do it, do it, do it, do it,

[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]
Do the right thing, act a fool
Be yourself, go on, girl
Aw yeah, real player
Like that-that, like that-that there
Champagne campaign
Oh man, turn up the frame
Burn up the frame
I'm in my game
What's my name? What's my name?
Ooh-ee, Snoopy
Give it to ya like "c'est la vie"
Life of the party, rockin' your body
Blowin' big, bag it up, Bob Marley
Ladies and gents, players and pimps
This is the shit, one hundred percent
So you can just shake it and make it and dip it
And wop it and pop it and drop it ?
I left the scene crisp and clean
CBDBGZ, we see she see
Weezy Breezy Snoopy
All of 'em love me
Wasn't my fault, left your girl with seasoning salt
D-O-double G, he's the boss
These and 'em all, life in song, aw

[Outro:]
Just go head and do the right thing, do the right thing,...
Do the right thing ohhh, just go head and do the right thing,
Do the right thing, And girl if you wont get naughty,
I don't need no key I just push button start it

One More Time lyrics - Chris Brown

1:30 in the morning
You're blowing up my phone, telling me to come over
And you say
You really need me to come closer babe and handle your body
Girl I'm right here to hold you down
Slow it down and speed it up
And girl I want you to scream, baby come put your hair down for me

[Hook]
I know
I know, every time I'm with her, every time I'm with, every time I'm with her she gone break me off
I can't wait to get her, I can't wait to get
I know when I get her I'mma break her off
I just can't wait for you
So baby, please I need it more and more
Baby, one more time
One more time

Girl you know you the shit tonight, you gone get this d*ck tonight
That's right
Know you're mine
And you can give me all of that lick tonight
I'm kissing both of your lips tonight
A nigga goin' harder, harder
I know you a bad girl, and I need it
And that lame nigga just beat it
Two girls off the bed, that's two stains
Versace, they body
Fuck ‘em with the rolie on & two chains
Wait..

[Hook]
I know
I know, every time I'm with her, every time I'm with, every time I'm with her she gone break me off
I can't wait to get her, I can't wait to get
I know when I get her I'mma break her off
I just can't wait for you
So baby, please I need it more and more
Baby, one more time
One more time

One Of Those Nights lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Will.I.Am)

[Chris Brown:]
Okay, wassup, you feeling alright?
I'm good, feels like one of those nights

[Pre-Hook - Chris Brown:]
I got my crew with me and I brought my swagger too
We ain't hit the door, you better check your attitude
Okay okay you do you your thing, I ain't mad at you
But I'm on a different level, check your latitude

[Hook - Chris Brown:]
I think it may be one of those nights
It feels like one of those nights
Yeah it's gotta be one of those nights
Oh yeah it feels like one of those

[Chris Brown & Will.I.Am:]
Nights [x10]
I think it might be one of those
Nights [x10]
Oh yeah it feels like one of those nights
Oh yeah, watch me as I elevate
I got my peoples with me, we about to celebrate tonight
Night [x5]
Celebrate tonight

[Chris Brown:]
Okay them other clubs ain't jumpin' I am bored of it, I'm bored of it
Them hating people people I'm ignoring it, ignoring it
More drinks are on the way and yes I ordered it, I ordered it
And you don't have to pay cause I afforded it, okay

[Will.I.Am:]
I keep the party fuckin' jumpin' cause I'm rockin' funky beats
I be up inside this bitch just playing heat that melt ya feet
All the ladies getting crazy to that big fat bass
When I step inside this bitch It's like I own this fuckin' place
I'm in the house

[Hook]

[Chris Brown & Will.I.Am:]
Nights [x10]
I think it might be one of those
Nights [x10]
Oh yeah it feels like one of those nights
Oh yeah, watch me as I elevate
I got my peoples with me, we about to celebrate tonight
Night [x5]
Celebrate tonight

[Chris Brown:]
Look, I got them bottles of that ooey
Super model, super groupies
I be spittin, call it luge
I'm the shit, Mr. Poopy
With all this smoke and all these lights
So turnt up, it's one of them nights
401, that's what I like
But I gotta know if you're fucking, right

[Will.I.Am:]
Hoes is on the floor, just rockin' 'em, just rockin' 'em
Pop lock and shock and shufflin' on top of em, on top of em
I'm Will.I.am, and still I am, so ill I am, I'm killin' em
In the club just chillin' with them ladies and them

[Pre-Hook]

[Hook]

[Chris Brown & Will.I.Am:]
Nights [x10]
I think it might be one of those
Nights [x10]
Oh yeah it feels like one of those nights
Oh yeah, watch me as I elevate
I got my peoples with me, we about to celebrate tonight
Night [x5]
Celebrate tonight

Feels like one of those nights

Put It Up lyrics - Chris Brown (with Rihanna)

[Rihanna:]
Baby you don't need to be scared of me
I guarantee that I'm not a mistake
I'mma give you all of my love
And I hope that you won't misplace it
You created this shit
Going insane with all of this fear
Can't turn my back on it
I'm in love gotta' face it

[Chris Brown:]
You're the only one I wanna stay on the phone with
Oh the late night Skype sex
On that young shit
Girl you keep it one hunnit
Always gon' hold me down
You know you're the number one
Girl I'mma work you out

[Chris Brown & Rihanna:]
Ain't got much to say
I ain't about to make you wait
I'm just gon' take you from here
Girl let's ride away
Let's elevate, just elevate
Yeah girl let me take you for a ride

[Hook - Chris Brown & Rihanna:]
Baby let me change your life
Promise it will be alright
Baby take my hand tonight
Let me set you free now
Sweatin' like a waterbed (on me)
Keep puttin' that thang (on me)
Like you never did before
I'm gon' explore all of your body
Put it up right there, right there
Right there, right there
Put it up right there (I'm gon' explore all of your body)
Put it up right there
Put it up right there (I love, I love you)
I'm gon' explore all of your body

[Chris Brown & Rihanna:]
I'mma write my name with my tongue on your back baby
Come on, just let me
I know you're ready
And even if there is a crowd
Let 'em see it
I'mma give you some more
Just let 'em all just say what they wanna say
That's how I feel, cause I'm in love
And the temperature just heats up
When I'm with you, don't be scared
When I start to go down and I lick you
Rubbin' and kissin' and lickin' on your body
When I go down and oh I'm gon' miss you
Gonna need your body right now
Cause I know it's an issue
And I'm hyperventilating right now
I can't breathe, If I ain't with you
I need your body like right now
I need your body like right now
Lay your head, on my bed
Baby tell me if you want the lights down
Your property, treat me like I'm your property
Do what you wanna, take command
I'm about to be your biggest fan
Your property, treat me like I'm your property
Do what you wanna, take command
I'm about to be your biggest fan

[Hook]

[Chris Brown & Rihanna:]
Looking for too many places
Searching high and low for you
I'm stronger when I'm close to you
I'm seeing all familiar faces
Girl it's all about you, only you in my life
And I say, "You like playing with my heart?"
Baby, please don't do this to me
Cause I'm in love
Can I get a little bit? One more kiss?
Yeah I don't wanna miss it

[Hook]

Right Here lyrics - Chris Brown

Look at us, never thought it would be you
Who found new, girl we may never know
It's enough knowing that I won't lose my way
But getting here wasn't easy

We bend, don't break that's the story of us
No give or take, didn't get me nowhere
I've learned from the hurt along the way
And it brought me right to you babe

[Hook:]
I'm taking every road under the sun
Every dead-end love brought another one
I should be fuming at all the time we wasted
But a million wrongs lead me right to, right to you
Right here, I'm right here with you
Feels right here, so right here with you
Right here, I'm right here with you
Feels right here, so right here with you

We've got scars, some of them you gave me, some of them I caused
That doesn't matter now
We both know the worst part is over
Ain't no letting go (letting go)

We bend, don't break that's the story of us
No give or take, didn't get me nowhere
I've learned from the hurt along the way
And it brought me right to you babe

[Hook]

Hearts are like cars just racing on broken pavement
Going nowhere fast, still we stay on the gas
Love don't ride easy and it ain't always pretty
Yeah I know cause I've taken every road

[Hook]

Second Serving lyrics - Chris Brown

I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you [x2]

From the moment I saw you
I stopped everything cause nothing else mattered
Cause I had to have you
And I knew I couldn’t get nothing better
It felt like destiny
When cupid shot me with an arrow through my heart
When you’re next to me
I’m stupid in love

And your body’s telling me something
And we be sweating, making love
Bed bumping
Ooooh I hear you screaming
You’re yelling “give it to me daddy, I need it”

Girl you, you done made me change
Got me thinking about giving you this ring
It might seem strange but I
Love the way you make me feel when we sexing
We could do it on the plane
Even outside in the cold and rain
Girl, when we’re loving
I need a second serving of you

Ooh your lips I taste
And Imma slide my hands down to your waist
Damn I wish I could
Keep you prisoner for just a day
Got me thinking could you have my kids?
Big house and a dog, you my wife
Imma ‘bout to go all out
Take it all off ‘cause it’s going down tonight

And your body’s telling me something
And we be sweating, making love
Bed bumping
Ooooh, I hear you screaming
You’re yelling “give it to me daddy I need it”

Girl you
Well you know the rest
You done made me change (you done made me)
Got me thinking about giving you this ring (oh girl)
It might seem strange but I
Love the way you make me feel when we sexing
We could do it on the plane (oh yeah)
Even outside in the cold and rain
Girl, when we’re loving
I need a second serving of you

Take my hand
Let me put this ring on your finger
I’m your man
Girl, you got an R&B singer
And it’s a party (oh)
A party
Yeah it’s a party

Girl you make me!
You done made me change
Got me thinking about giving you this ring (girl)
It might seem strange but I (I, oooh)
Love the way you make me feel when we sexing
We could do it on the plane (yeah)
Even outside in the cold and rain
Girl, when we’re loving
I need a second serving of you

Oh, oh
I need a second serving tonight babe
I need a second serving tonight baby

I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you [until song fades out]

See Through lyrics - Chris Brown

She's like a diamond in the rough, she's my passion;
Super Nova the brightest star, the main attraction
Only she motivates my heart to beat like it's pacing
So I put her up on a pedestal,
All up under her like a basement
But I wonder if she'll notice me

Yeah, that girl I see her,
And baby I promise I will make you a believer tonight
This an introduction to your seduction,
I promise you'll be alright

[Chorus:]
You are treating me like I'm see through, just like I'm see through
My heart breaks like I'm made of glass
Girl, you are treating me like I'm see through, just like I'm see through
You're just like adrenaline babe

My desire, infrared on ya heart, I see its fire
And I just want to cool you down
Baby just hear me out, I think that she's looking right now
Baby all I want to do is save ya,
And if this is a dream don't wanna wake up from this,
Come here, can you hear me, can you see me, my dear

Yeah, that girl I see her,
And baby I promise I will make you a believer tonight
This an introduction to your seduction,
I promise you'll be alright, yeah

[Chorus]

What I gotta do for you to notice me
I'm Breezy ain't nobody cold as me
With all this ice on I'm supposed to freeze
But I put that fur on call it polar b
E.A.R. she play hard,
Worship her she should play God
Fresh cut I'm a king call me Caesar
Need to listen up H.E.A.R.
Ha, I could've picked her, but a nigga really wanted you
Only had one whip first, but fuck it
I don't mean to curse, now I got a few
A couple cribs, some banging views, the only thing missing
In it is me and you, but while I swim in it
You can see the pool, but I live in a glass house
I'm see through ha

[Chorus]

Sex You Back To Sleep lyrics - Chris Brown

I know it's late, I know it's late
And, baby, I can't focus, focus
I just flew in town today
I'm hoping that you notice. Did you notice?
I just posted my landing, oh
Wondering if the same old understanding stands

I know you got work pretty early, I'll be around 'bout 3:30
Usually you're done by one, so, baby, when I wake you up

Just let me ride, fuck you back to sleep, girl
[Alternative version:] Just let me ride, sex you back to sleep, girl
Don't say a word, no (no), don't you talk
Just hold on tight to me, girl
Fuck you back to sleep, girl, rock you back
[Alternative version:] Sex you back to sleep, girl, rock you back

Now where you at? Just dropped my bags
I'm coming through to meet ya, oh, yeah, to meet ya, oh
I know you're almost half asleep but you know I might just reach ya (reach ya, baby)
I know you're almost half asleep but you know how much I need ya (need ya, baby)
Girl, I need ya, oh (need ya, baby)
Gon' gimme that spare key, oh
But if you keep the door unlocked, be ready, oh

I know you got work pretty early, I'll be around by 3:30
Usually you're done by one, so, baby, when I wake you up

Just let me ride, I'mma fuck you back to sleep, girl
[Alternative version:] Just let me ride, sex you back to sleep, girl
Don't say a word, no (no), don't you talk
Baby, just hold on tight to me, girl
Fuck you back to sleep, girl, rock you back
[Alternative version:] Sex you back to sleep, girl, rock you back

Ain't sorry that I woke ya, I ain't sorry 'bout ya job
Call sick in the morning so I can get a little bit more of your love
I know you want me, how you feel me 'cause you never disagree
So when you wake from your sleep, girl

Just let me ride, fuck you back to sleep, girl
[Alternative version:] Just let me ride, sex you back to sleep, girl
Don't say a word, no (no), don't you talk
Just hold on tight to me, girl
Fuck you back to sleep, girl, and rock you back
[Alternative version:] Sex you back to sleep, girl, rock you back

Ain't sorry that I woke ya, I ain't sorry 'bout ya job,
Fuck you back to sleep, girl
[Alternative version:] Sex you back to sleep, girl
Call sick in the morning so I can get a little bit more of your love

Ain't sorry that I woke ya, I ain't sorry 'bout ya job,
Fuck you back to sleep, girl
[Alternative version:] Sex you back to sleep, girl
Call sick in the morning so I can get a little bit more of your love

Shabba lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. WizKid, Hoody Baby & Section Boyz)

[WizKid:]
Something like shabba
Something like shabba
Something like shabba
Something like shabba

[Chris Brown:]
My niggas, we fuck up some commas
Some of them dirty like shabba
Jamaican and Haitian, no matter, they pull up with choppers
All of my niggas got rounds, I spray a new face on you clowns
I got a bitch in the viddy, I gave her the shrimp and the lobster
I put that girl in Givenchy, Versace, I'm feeling like shabba
How that bitch so Hollywood, but that bitch living in Bompton
But I be training these hoes, fresh out the boat, yeah

[WizKid:]
She got me blowing trees like shabba
Something like shabba
Bounce to the beat like shabba
Something like shabba
10 gold rings like shabba, yeah
Something like shabba
She got me rolling through like shabba
Something like shabba
Ride in the Benz like shabba
Something like shabba
She got me blowing trees like shabba
Something like shabba
Gwan go fuck up the beat like shabba
Something like shabba
Bounce to the beat like shabba
Something like shabba

[Hoody Baby:]
Shawty ride with a nigga through the west coast
Downtown pimp, I done left hoes
My life so good, I done blessed hoes
I might crowd surf for my next show
All of my niggas is trappers
We take the dope on the road
You see that I'm on the corner
We selling dope at the shows
You see the ice on my wrist
You see my neck full of gold
Boy, you at home with your girlfriend
I got a house full of hoes
Homie, I stay on the road
I make a play, then I go
I got a house full of cocaine
They wanna play in the snow

[Inch:]
Bet four at chance that her name was shabba
I ain't a fuckery, I ain't a passer
I got a one peng ting that cooks me pasta
I chuck bands in the Benz, chuck ash in the Astra
Man my gyal wanna gimme goodie good good
But she done told me this hoody too hood
My gyal wan' smoke dope in the hood
I told her hold on baby, go suck on this wood

[WizKid:]
She got me blowing trees like shabba
Something like shabba
Bounce to the beat like shabba
Something like shabba
10 gold rings like shabba, yeah
Something like shabba
She got me rolling through like shabba
Something like shabba
Ride in the Benz like shabba
Something like shabba
She got me blowing trees like shabba
Something like shabba
Gwan go fuck up the beat like shabba
Something like shabba
Bounce to the beat like shabba
Something like shabba

[Littlez:]
She wanna shut up
Gyal wanna get with a trapper
Blowing on sense with the grubber
Gold tee like shabba
Trap boy turned rapper
She go down south, then back up
Man can't, why fuck no slapper
Man bust that ting to my brudda
Sent P's to my mother
Trap in the street for the guala
Man bet' have some manners
Tings yeah, we got lot of
Foreign gyal looking proper
Give her shots like a chopper
Bad joints rolling up the grams
Wanna love a man like I'm shabba

[Deepee:]
She seeing gold chains and cocaine
Spend coco dance on the dope
So a nigga aim that so string
I pray a nigga never touch my homie
Man down if you touch my homie
Man down, man down, man down
Lift her up, make her home shake
I got the Gs like I'm OJ
We serving P for the cocaine
It's up to no hoe, oh no way
Told the feds I ain't giving up no names
Amnes' coming in plentily
Amnes' coming in loads, aye
Hand on my friend here put her hand
On my friend, get toasty

[WizKid:]
She got me blowing trees like shabba
Something like shabba
Bounce to the beat like shabba
Something like shabba
10 gold rings like shabba, yeah
Something like shabba
She got me rolling through like shabba
Something like shabba
Ride in the Benz like shabba
Something like shabba
She got me blowing trees like shabba
Something like shabba
Gwan go fuck up the beat like shabba
Something like shabba
Bounce to the beat like shabba
Something like shabba

[Swift:]
Through the street with a bracker
No key, getting mon' up
Smoke ki' like my brother
Gold tee like shabba
Ring ring, setting one up
OG selling packer
TU, that's turn up
Walked in, front the run up
Uck face tryna uck us
T like, man shut up
Sea side getting guala
Gyal give a man utter
Daylights so they stutter

[Sleeks:]
She's calling me brudda
I told her uh uh
Boom boom in the bedroom
So wet like I broke her bladder
I'm old school like shabba
Rocko gold like shabba
Bad bitches they hol' up
Wanna do man under the covers
Beemer, Bentley or Hummer
Spring, winter or summer
Ring trap, where the runner?
Big strap, need another
Man to hold it up
Big bags, can't fold it
Section, OHB, better notice

[WizKid:]
She got me blowing trees like shabba
Something like shabba
Bounce to the beat like shabba
Something like shabba
10 gold rings like shabba, yeah
Something like shabba
She got me rolling through like shabba
Something like shabba
Ride in the Benz like shabba
Something like shabba
She got me blowing trees like shabba
Something like shabba
Gwan go fuck up the beat like shabba
Something like shabba
Bounce to the beat like shabba
Something like shabba

She Can Get It lyrics - Chris Brown

More money, more riches,
More freaky, model misses.
Six-four booty make you hit switches,
Shawty sitting on forty inches.
I like her, she like me,
I wanna love her, she wanna love me!
That happening is unlikely,
I gotta throw away silly thing likes weed
Spinning like a tornado,
Then I eat it up like it's gourmet food
Then I beat it up like boom, boom, boom,
Then I get girls lyin' soon
Climb on top of me, underneath the sheets,
Cause I'm about to take you down,
And change your last name to Mrs. Brown.

[Hook: x2]
She know she can get it, get it,
She know she can get it, get it,
She know she can get it, get it,
So I'm a give it to her,
Like that I'm in Kamasutra

If I don't give it to her,
She gonna take it,
But when she do it to you
She'll be faking.
She's a five star chick on my A list,
I'll have her body bent over like the Matrix.
I ain't mad at you, do your thing, girl!
I bet you never had an R&B singer
I promise you will never goin' back,
So let me hit it out the park
We go B.A., L.A., New York, Atlanta,
Houston Chi-town rollin' on a tour bus
I seen a lot of ladies but I'm feelin' you
I've gotta let you know

[Hook: x2]
She know you can get it, get it!
She know she can get it, get it,
She know she can get it, get it,
So I'm a give it to her
Like that I'm in Kamasutra

Sorry lyrics - Chris Brown (with Rick Ross)

[Chris Brown:]
She's just perfect in every kinda way
But I don't think I can handle her pain
So messed up and I'm too busy just running my game
Oh, girl after girl, mistake after mistake
I tried to change but they always around, pulling me down in bed
Gave you my word but they were just broken promises
Broken condoms, lipstick marks and unprotected sex
I feel like shit, you know I ain't shit

[Chris Brown:]
Sorry, won't turn back the clock
Baby I took advantage cause I knew you
Wouldn't believe, so I used you
I'm sorry, oh I'm sorry don't make it right, I know

[Rick Ross:]
We at the crib, she got her legs wrapped around my waist
Conversating, she lick every tattoo that's on my face
Like a thug, I just wanna fuck, that's every day
Temporary separations, confessing my mistakes
She packed her bags and left me home and I'm still hurt
Get new pussy, but she can't tell me that it's real first
A lot of lies, apologized, the thirst real
When she hit this thinking to herself, "Damn this verse real"
Rehab out in Vegas, I made this with Merc
Send the bottles to her table then made love on the jet
Temporary thrills, all these women you think I told you
My feelings genuine, disregard what you see on blogs
I been a boss before I recorded Meek song
Mill and Cash on the gram, they trending meech home
In the D and my G he throwing that P stone
Every picture that you post we comment on each one

[Chris Brown:]
I'm just a typical ordinary nigga
But, I know that I can't change the rules
All this time I blamed you cause I know what I'm doing
Stepping on your heart again, relationship ruined
I tried to change but I'm always out, fucking around in the club
Pieces of my love letter tore up from this break up
My worst nightmare is riding my back, I wish I could wake up
I feel like shit, know I ain't shit but I'm

[Chris Brown:]
Sorry, won't turn back the clock
Baby I took advantage cause I knew you
Wouldn't believe, so I used you
I'm sorry, oh I'm sorry don't make it right, I know

Life short and baby girl you deserve a winner
Every day the diamonds on you get bigger and bigger
Hustle from my heart so every night I can deliver
Saying sorry, layin' up, or way up in your liver
Boss, the red bottom's got you walking funny
Get you an asian, she balling and all she talk is money
Take her shopping, baby boy ain't no salary caps
She get it popping so you better bring battery packs
Perfect time to relax
Nothing is perfect other than me and the perfect match
They all watch me cause the moves I make out here they budget
Diamond district, six figures on my shorty nugget

[Chris Brown:]
I tried to change but they always around, pulling me down in bed
Gave you my word but they were just broken promises
Broken condoms, lipstick marks and unprotected sex
I feel like shit, you know I ain't shit

[Chris Brown:]
Sorry, won't turn back the clock
Baby I took advantage cause I knew you
Wouldn't believe it, so I used you
I'm sorry, oh I'm sorry don't make it right, I know

Started From The Bottom (Freestyle) lyrics - Chris Brown

Black Benz
You repent
Give a fuck about this paper
Say you're girl is a fan now that bitch up at my table
Everyday the same cycle
Got the weed, got the liquor, got the swishers and these bitches we gone pull an all nighter
Doing this shit for VA
Two hundred on the freeway
They blowing up my phone cause they tryna get a 3-way
This shit looking like a relay
She already chose cause it's too many niggas but it's not enough hoes
Goddamnit I know you can't stand it while I discommand it
I do damage and she pull her panties down to the floor she let me cut
Think I needa bend it
Drop the pussy bend it
If yo nigga tripping 40 on him
tell me when to go
I put five hundred thousand on you
Why you rented four
If that shit is yours
Then what it's tented for
Throw that westside up
With them lamborghini doors
And I step right up
I make it rain I make it pour huh
Who a low-life
Nigga get it straight
All this ice
In ya face
All this money
I don't need a safe
How you talking money to a fucking bank
Now throw a couple bands on it
Walk the plank, walk the plank
Yea stand on it
That's your bitch, I'm sorry she put her hands on it
I know you hating
But you know you a fan homie
Okay I love them asian, Love them red dots
She give me brains what I call her headshots
Them white girls say they love tupac
It's hella back bitches all up on this white yacht
Yea because its snapbacks and tattoos
Girl take them tights off
Gone let that ass loose
This a tax write off
You I'm that dude
And my flow is ewrr like that pink thing on that baboon
Shitty, My niggas with me riding for my city
Got Virginia on my back
My autograph across her titty
Pop that pussy like I pop a wheelie
Always beatin, I committed
On the dick acting silly
Gone girl get it, get it
Fuck being low-key
I be on that loud pack
All this smoke up in the air
Can't see where the crowd at
Thinking you gone drink for free
Bitch I can't I allow that
Real nigga section
Bitch you are around that

Theraflu (Freestyle) lyrics - Chris Brown

My bank account telling me to calm down
The billboards telling me to climb down
Ha, niggas pillow talking, let me find out
Could give a fuck about later bitch I’m on now
Ha, you know the shine is what I do though
Bitch, you know I’m flexing about a necklace and a 2 do’
Monday in the Rolly, Tuesday in the Hublot
RnB killing rap niggas, that’s just what I do though

These niggas is lame, they always complain and doing the same shit
Get all up on twitter, tryna get followers, sucking the same d¡ck
I’m tired of these niggas, tired of arguing over the same bitch
Niggas funny like comics, I’m wealthy nigga, I ain't rich
My shit be up in galleries, a million when I paint bitch
Pop records bought me this Ferrari, that’s a lane switch
Switch it up on you niggas watch my number change
Grown up on you niggas, yeah my number changed

Hit-boy, all these rappers wasting beats
I bought all my clique toys, ain't no niggas wasting heat
Yeah I cop that big noise, aka I’m TNT
I blow that shit up, get up
Cause boy you can’t get rid of
Don’t fuck with my old bitch, it’s like a bad fur
Every industry nigga done had her
Trick or treat like a pumpkin just to smash her
Bitches breaking codes, but I’m the password

Now it’s time for young niggas to shut down shit
If you yapping in the club then you surrounded
They say he tripping, on some greyhound shit
He didn’t listen, now he listening to the ground bitch
Put him out, he’s sleeping
With all the sneakers on his chest, he barely breathing
Like it’s lights out, he took a beating
Hand on his chest, holding his heart, pledge of allegiance
Damn, his bitch cold, need a Theraflu
Took ‘em shopping, bought ‘em 1500 pair of shoes
Ha, Theraflu
I’m a cold ass nigga, fuck you!

Time And A Place lyrics - Chris Brown

Girl I wanna be your lover, we can do this all night (Right now)
But first let me get a lil drank in me
Slap her with a lil Henny, under the hood got a big Hemmey (Vibes loud)
Oh yeah babe, you gon' feel it when you vibe with me
We all on each other, from the minute you walked in the club
I ain't gotta lie to you, cause you know it, I think I'm 'bout to fall in love (Right now)
We should get ready, cause I'm in the mood
I'm tryna do something to you, but baby hold up

Yeah, champagne on the way, it's a time and a place
Baby girl I wanna take off everything, but I gotta wait
(You're gone, wanting your body)
But it's a time and a place (oh girl), I gotta wait

We got all the time in the world tonight (Baby come down)
I see you sipping a little bit once you get me your taste and just dance for me
Cause girl when you get it, gon' have you running away
But you can't handle what I got, for ya
(And I won't stop) Cause you deserve all of me baby
Your booty all on me baby, girl can you get on top? (And ride it)
My bad girl, if I'm moving too fast, I think I need to slow up
But ain't no more liquor in your glass, girl you better pour up

Yeah, champagne on the way, it's a time and a place
Baby girl I wanna take off everything, but I gotta wait
(You're gone, wanting your body)
But it's a time and a place (oh girl), I gotta wait

Wait just for a minute, I got her checked out my tat
(Fuck uber) You can sit in my lap
When we ride the Lamborghini, just hold on cause I'm running every red light baby
No breaks, all gas, it's gon' be a long night baby

Time and a place, when I grab you by the waist
And you make that booty shake, gon' and put it in my face
I'mma eat it like it's dinner on my plate
You been talking shit all night, you better pull your weight
I'm tossing salad, that bitch better bring the dressing with her
I break the bed when I'm in it, take the dresser with us
It's a blessing when you get it
When I'm licking on the pussy, then caressing on the titties
Got your face in the pillow, grabbing on the sheets
Checking out the plumbing, girl I know you gotta leak
I'm tryna make you scream, I don't wanna speak
I'm tryna have you walking bowlegged by the week

Yeah, champagne on the way, it's a time and a place
Baby girl I wanna take off everything, but I gotta wait
(You're gone, wanting your body)
But it's a time and a place (oh girl), I gotta wait

Turn Up The Music (Remix) lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Rihanna)

[Chris:]
Turn up the music, cause this song just came on
Turn up the music, if they try to turn us down
Turn up the music, can I hear it til the speakers blow
Turn up the music, fill your cup and drink it down
If you're sexy and you know it put your hands up in the air
Put your hands up in the air, girl, put your hands up
If you're sexy and you know it put your hands up in the air
Put your hands up in the air, girl, put your hands up

[Chorus:]
Turn up the music (just turn it up louder)
Turn up the music (I need it in my life, yeah)
Turn up the music (just turn it up louder)
Turn up the music (I need it in my life, yeah)
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhh (turn up the music)
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhh (turn up the music)

T-t-turn up the music
T-turn up the

[Rihanna:]
Turn up the music, cause I feel a little turned on
Turn up the music, don't you try to turn me down
Turn up the music, and I feel just a little more
Turn up the music, turn me down
If you're sexy and you know it put your hands up in the air
Put your hands up in the air, girl, put your hands up
If you're sexy and you know it put your hands up in the air
Put your hands up in the air, girl, put your hands up

[Chorus:]
Turn up the music (Just turn it up louder)
Turn up the music (I need it in my life, yeah)
Turn up the music (Just turn it up louder)
Turn up the music (I need it in my life, yeah)
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhh (turn up the music)
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhh (turn up the music)

T-t-turn up the music
T-turn up the

[Bridge - Chris and Rihanna:]
Save my life (just dance with me)I can see it in your eyes, babyYou wanted beats from me to youSo let's do it tonightAnd do whatever it takes to make it right
Just turn it up Just turn it up
Just turn it up Just turn it up
Just turn it up Just turn it up
Just turn it up Just turn it up
I love you baby

Turn up the music, just turn it up louder
Turn up the music, I need it in my life, yeah
Turn up the music, just turn it up loud
Turn up the music, I need it in my life, yeah
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Turn up the music
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Turn up the music

Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn up the music

W.T.F.I.M.L. (Where The Fuck Is My Lighter) lyrics - Chris Brown

Hold up, hold up
What you sayin’ babe?
I heard that your love’s only a mile away
Movin’ slow, why am I wide awake?
All of this pain I’m tryin’ to take away
Don’t bother me
Don’t even bother calling
Drinking tonight
I’m an alcoholic
Now I’m trying something new tonight
Where the fuck is my lighter?
I’m tired of all this shit
I want a lighter
Throw my drink in the fire
Just let me pass out
I just wanna escape
Turn the light s off
I wanna black out
We are not one and the same
So where the fuck is my lighter?
I’mma take off while I can
While I’m running with the flame
In the night time, I’mma come alive
When I’m seeing a crazy face
But none of ‘em look the same
I’mma let go
Just wanna let go
I hear what you’re sayin’
Got a liquor plan
Killin’ my brain is suicide
Veins burning up
It feels like I’m gonna die
I’ll take two shots
Fuck it if you watching
Give me the bottle
I’mma down it
I’mma run off with the Swisher
Where the fuck is my lighter?
I’m tired of all this shit
I want a lighter
Throw my drink in the fire
Just let me pass out
I just wanna escape
Turn the light s off
I wanna black out
We are not one and the same
So where the fuck is my lighter?

What Your Girl Like lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Lil Wayne)

I know what girls like, I know what they want
I know what girls like, so I’mma give it to ‘em!
Chris, I got you!

[Lil Wayne]
OK! Weezy F. Baby Polo horses on my underwear
Baby, I’m a beast and your boyfriend a gummy bear
Well can I at least put some kisses on you under there
Man, it ain’t my fault, I want you badder than some fucking air
Hundred millionaire, I take you anywhere
I put a ring on it, and make you really care
Now what’s really good, it’s young mula baby
Yeah! Guns, and roses and tulips, baby!
I do this baby, now come and do it with me
Because I’m right, I’m right, like a new amendment
Now I’m right with your ass
And if you fall in love after tonight, it’s your bad!

[Chris Brown]
She like it over here, she like it the way I do it
She want to lick lick, so I put it on to it
(I know what you girl like, I know what you girl want
I know what you girl like!)
She says she like a boss, call her Lil CeeLo
Well shawty like a boss, so I let her swipe the Visa
(I know what you girl like, I know what you girl want
I know what you girl like!)
And I hear she got a man at home
But when he calls she don’t pick up the phone
Cause he don’t give her what I do
So I’m asking you!

[Pre-Chorus]
What you gonna do?
She wanna make me her boo
She wanna say never go
So I’m letting you know!
I know what you girls like,
I know what you girls want
I know what you girls like
And I’m the only one to make you say oh, oh, oh
I’m just letting you know oh, oh, oh

[Chorus]
I know what you girls like
I know what they want
I know what girls like
And I’m the only one to say oh, oh, oh
I know what you girls like,
I know what they want
I know what girls like
And I’m the only one to make you say oh, oh, oh

[Chris Brown]
She like to get frisky every time she see me
And she can’t pronounce her name cause her lips are shaking
(I know what you girl like, I know what you girl want
I know what you girl like!)
She stands up and down, can’t get enough of it
She can break it down every time we dancing
(I know what you girl like, I know what you girl want
I know what you girl like!)
And I hear she got a man at home
But when he calls she don’t pick up the phone
Cause he don’t give her what I do
So I’m asking you!

[Pre-Chorus]
What you gonna do? (Yeah)
She wanna make me her boo
(She wanna make me her boo)
She wanna say never go (never go)
So I’m letting you know oh, oh, oh
I know what you girl like,
I know what you girl want
I know what you girl like
And I’m the only one to say oh, oh, oh
I’m letting you know oh, oh, oh

[Chorus]
I know what you girls like
I know what they want
I know what girls like
And I’m the only one to say oh, oh, oh
I know what you girls like,
I know what they want
I know what girls like

[Chris Brown]
Only try to keep it real
I keep telling her to chill
I can’t keep her off my dick
So what you want me to do about it?
You can’t blame her for getting what she needs
And I can’t deny it what she’s asking of me
Hey, cause I know what she wants
So tell me what you gonna do about it!

What you gonna do, hey? (you gonna do)
She wanna make me her boo
She wanna say never go
So I’m letting you know

[Chorus]
I know what you girls like
I know what you girls want
I know what you girls like
And I’m the only one to say oh, oh, oh
I’m just letting you know
I know what girls like, I know what they want
I know what girls like
And I’m the only one to make us say oh
I know what you girl like
I know what you girl want
I know what you girl like

Who's Gonna (Nobody) (Remix) lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Keith Sweat)

[Intro - Keith Sweat:]
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Yeah, yeah, woah

[Verse 1 - Keith Sweat & Chris Brown:]
Baby I love it when you break it, break it down like that nasty!
Then I smack it and you bring it on back
My love is getting ready, all down your body
Come on, come and rock steady tonight
Baby, yeah, yeah, yeah
Doing it just the way that I like
Yeah-ah-ah
Baby your love, your love is good to me
You quench my thirst babe, no what you want, I got it
Come and get it, oh, oh!
I'm about to lay, to lay, to lay your body down
You can scream as loud as you want, ain't nobody round
But me and you, who can love you like me baby?

[Chorus - Chris Brown & Keith Sweat:]
Tell me who gon love you like me? Nobody
Who gon touch you like me? Nobody baby
Who's gonna fuck you like Breezy? Nobody oh, oh, oh
Nobody yeah, say oh, you make me say oh
You make me say baby, oh, oh, oh, oh

[Verse 2 - Chris Brown:]
Climb up on my mountain, oh til I reach your valley
Damn your walls they fit like a glove, til you rain on me, yeah
Sending us in slow grind, feels so good I make her morning cry
I'm a grab your waist and pick that ass up and make you lose control

[Pre-Chorus - Chris Brown:]
I'm taking your lace panties off you, gripping your thighs, oh no
It's gon be the greatest sex you ever had in your life

[Chorus]

[Bridge - Chris Brown:]
I'm the type of nigga fuck up your life once I get in the pussy
Cause I hang with them killers that really be shooting
You don't answer my call, I'm a hop out them bushes
And I creep to your window like fuck is you doing?
I'm feeling like a stalker, girl you know I'm crazy, that pussy amazing
I dive in your waters, let me get you til the morning
I say you be popping your pussy, you tell me you innocent
I know when I see friends with benefits
You know my Cartier friends got limo tints
But I can see through the attitude and silly shit
Girl no don't do that no more, took her out the car, right on the hood
We was fucking like animals, yeah

[Chorus]

Wildcat lyrics - Chris Brown

Ounce of love is all I need
To fly with an angel
While the dealers die for it
The kush burn like bullets, both I’m chasin the green
I’m chiefin, seein

Time after time
Girl I need that strong shit
Top of the line
You know that stick icky wrong shit
You know there might be a time
Pretty young thing
Baby just try this
I got all the flavors
Got you fienin'

Oh oh
Girl I got you warming up so take off them clothes
We can do it anywhere
Have one cup, let’s go
Hallucinating this hit will make you see your ghosts
You’re mine, it’s alright

You said that you ain’t smoke in a while baby
So we gon' fuck and I’mma roll up
It’s getting loud, blowing on that loud girl
Baby I’mma work you out girl, work you out girl
I love you, Mary Jane

I’mma break it down, baby lick you like a swisha
Homie light that shit on fire, Mary Jane I’m poppin wit ya
I’m a hot box in your hot box
You just take it like a picture
I’mma go slower and slower
So high you flyin baby
I’mma break it down, baby lick you like a swisha
I’mma break it down, l-l-lick you like, lick you like
I’mma break it down, baby lick you like a swisha
I’mma break it down, baby so high we’re flyin yea

You so high, you fine baby
Smoke that shit, better give me a light
My private jet red eye baby
Give it to you good, beat it up
Yo pussy is a crybaby
Don’t stop, take it to the head
Yea yea

And I’m putting in work, that 9 to 5 baby
Coming round, you smoking brown
Let me bust that, switch you out baby
That white girl, them white papers
Let’s roll up, roll up
I’m off that green, she off that molly
I need a bottle of water
And everything good, the kitty got smilin

Oh oh
Girl I got you warming up so take off them clothes
We can do it anywhere
Have one cup, let’s go
Hallucinating this hit will make you see your ghosts
You’re mine, it’s alright

You said that you ain’t smoke in a while baby
So we gon fuck and I’mma roll up
It’s getting loud, blowing on that loud girl
Baby I’mma work you out girl, work you out girl
I love you, Mary Jane

I’mma break it down, baby lick you like a swisha
Homie light that shit on fire, Mary Jane I’m poppin wit ya
I’m a hot box in your hot box
You just take it like a picture
I’mma go slower and slower
So high you flyin baby
I’mma break it down, baby lick you like a swisha
I’mma break it down, l-l-lick you like, lick you like
I’mma break it down, baby lick you like a swisha
I’mma break it down, baby so high we’re flyin yea

Okay, hold up I’m bout to roll up
I got a pint, gon mix it with the Sprite, let me pour up
Hell of a night, 100 million dollar yacht
Never paid for the pussy but after this you gon owe us
Stick on the dick but don’t throw up
Break it down, bend you over
Always be, I’m off the THC
I guarantee that bitch nigga won’t show up
I’mma make the bitch box box
Nigga to yo look style, we gon pull up at Snoop’ house
Smoke it by the ounce (ounce), a nigga be too high
Man you’re star struck, kinda fucked
I’mma go HAM when I’m in it
I throw 100 bands when I’m winnin
What you sayin? It’s a limit?
She on my shoulder, getting closer
Now she a changed small

I’mma break it down, baby lick you like a swisha
Homie light that shit on fire, Mary Jane I’m poppin wit ya
I’m a hot box in your hot box
You just take it like a picture
I’mma go slower and slower
So high you flyin baby
I’mma break it down, baby lick you like a swisha
I’mma break it down, l-l-lick you like, lick you like
I’mma break it down, baby lick you like a swisha
I’mma break it down, baby so high we’re flyin yea

Yeah, yeah wild
Yeah, yeah wild
Yeah, yeah wild
Yeah, yeah wild

"Fortune" (2012)

Turn Up The Music lyrics - Chris Brown
Bassline lyrics - Chris Brown
Till I Die lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Big Sean & Wiz Khalifa)
Mirage lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Nas)
Don't Judge Me lyrics - Chris Brown
2012 lyrics - Chris Brown
Biggest Fan lyrics - Chris Brown
Sweet Love lyrics - Chris Brown
Strip lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Kevin McCall)
Stuck On Stupid lyrics - Chris Brown
4 Years Old lyrics - Chris Brown
Party Hard / Cadillac (Interlude) lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Se7en)
Don't Wake Me Up lyrics - Chris Brown
Trumpet Lights lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Sabrina Antoinette)
Tell Somebody lyrics - Chris Brown
Free Run lyrics - Chris Brown
Remember My Name lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. SeVen)
Wait For You lyrics - Chris Brown
Touch Me lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Se7en)
Key 2 Your Heart lyrics - Chris Brown
Do It Again lyrics - Chris Brown
Your World lyrics - Chris Brown

Fools With You Lyrics – Chris Brown

White flag hands up, I ain't got no room for them no (uhhh)
If love was a crime i'd be doing way more than life (uhhh)
Girl I'm through all I see is you (uhhhh)
Your my heart girl I fools with you!

[Chorus:]
Tell me when tell me where (whatever you want baby I'll do it all for you)
Kinda love got me sprung (I mean it and I don't give a damn )
All these girls on my head like a fresh cut (ayeee)
Tryna get yo spot but they gets no love
Kinda love got me sprung baby for the things you do I
Fools with you!
You are whats up, baby I ain't got no reason to lie
Girl I'm feeling locked in but not stuck,
Witchuu ain't never a waste of time (uhhh)
Yay, girl I'm through all I see is you (uhhh)
Your my heart girl I fools with you!

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
And when the rain falls down (tries to flood us out)
My love will be your raft girl
Anything you need (promise I will be)
Baby you can count on me
I'm ready right now no pressure on you (uh huh)
The only kind of fool I wanna be is the kind that fools with you

[Chorus]

[x4:]
I fools witchu you, you, I used to be a fool but now I only fools witchu

[Music fades out]

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