Swallow me down, you gotta swallow me down, drink, drink
Swallow me down, you gotta swallow me down, drink, drink
Swallow me down, you gotta swallow me down, drink, drink
Drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink
Uh, I blow your back out, I get it right to the trophy
This how I live, you know I live in the moment
All of that ass can't even fit in the camera
Swallow me down, it's hard to swallow this hammer
You know the plan, baby you're good with no hands
Swallow a rich nigga baby, just swallow these bands
I make it rain, I make you swallow that rain
Swallow me down, there's room for two on this thing
What you been sipping on lately baby?
No chaser, we drink it from the bottle
What you been tipping on lately baby?
I get to licking, that pussy be dripping so I drink, drink, drink, drink
Swallow me down, you gotta swallow me down, drink, drink
Swallow me down, you gotta swallow me down, drink, drink
Swallow me down, you gotta swallow me down, drink, drink, drink
Swallow me down, you gotta swallow me down, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink
You ain't do this in a minute, I'mma be tripping
Swallow me down, you gotta swallow me down, drink, drink, drink
Gimme that batch, girl I'mma make you a winner, drink, drink
Swallow me down, you gotta swallow me down
Swallow me down, let me make love to your mouth
If we can't do that, then girl what we talking about?
Swallow me down, I bet your hero a zero
Swallow me down cause you need this Robert DeNiro
I like your face, girl I might give you my babies
I been to your crib, the people don't know that you crazy
I know you been fucking, I know what it is
I want that ass and them tittles, don't care if they real
What you been sipping on lately baby?
No chaser, we drink it from the bottle
What you been tipping on lately baby?
So I'll drink, drink, drink, drink
Swallow me down, you gotta swallow me down, drink, drink
Swallow me down, you gotta swallow me down, drink, drink
Swallow me down, you gotta swallow me down, drink, drink, drink
Swallow me down, you gotta swallow me down, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink
Swallow me down
Swallow me down, you gotta swallow me down, drink, drink, drink
Gimme that batch, girl I'mma make you a winner, drink, drink
Swallow me down, you gotta swallow me down
[French Montana:]
Swallow me down, swallow me down, shawty was fun, she swallow me now
Fresh out the trap, flip like I'm Goldie, Obama the Rollie, live for the moment
I won't lease what I'm owning, I ride like it's stolen
Roll up a Phantom, 4 in the Phantom, came in the Phanton, sniper no Ghost
Loaf in the carol, Ceasar cabana, left in the slammer, ride with the toast
Shawty gon' swallow, record a album, shawty was fronting now shawty gon' gobble
Came out the bottom, drink out the bottle, California love with the shit you get high with
I tell her she gon' be my bottom bitch, flying problem, fuck a condom
She wanna strip, took her to Vegas, she on a power trip
Making a living sucking dick and modelling, she giving paper to me like the lottery
I'm feeling way up, she hella fine with no make-up
Breakfast in bed, she be giving me head when I wake up, she swallow
[Chris Brown & French Montana:]
Swallow me down, you gotta swallow me down
Swallow me down, you gotta swallow me down
Swallow me down, you gotta swallow me down, drink, drink, drink
Swallow me down, you gotta swallow me down, drink, drink, drink
If you wasn't fucking with me then, don't fuck with me now
Swallow me down, you gotta swallow me down
Baby gimme that batch, girl I'mma make you a winner
Baby swallow me down, you gotta swallow me down
[Chris Brown & French Montana:]
Say my name when I pull out, vodka, cocaine and no powder
Pussy wet, fresh out the shower
Rolls came with a driver, shawty too fake to be honest
All that bitch want is them commas, knowing a nigga want is that money and power
All these women I done made, tired of making bitches famous
Tired of giving bitches names, falling in love can get dangerous
Please don't give your mind to nobody, help with that brain, I mean your body
Got a sickness, I got hoe problems, yeah I can flex but she don't swallow
Till The Morning lyrics - Chris Brown
It's a party on the weekend, know you been working hard all day
Now it's time to turn up, yeah I know you feel the same
Baby you just wanna go out, just to do little dancing
It's a shame you brought yo man with you, know you feeling kinda antsy
Let me show I got everything paid for
If he got a problem I got way more
She fucking with a boss, I make a name for
And I'mma give her everything she came for
'Til the morning
I'mma do my thing, girl I ain't lying we gon' do this
'Til the morning
Cause you're all I need, I don't need no sleep tonight
'Til the morning
Gon' and tell your friends that I don't get tired
We gon' do this 'til the morning
Oh yeah babe, oh yeah babe, we gon' do it 'til the morning
Party, party and put your glass in the air
If you in love make a toast, take your clothes off, put yo ass in the air
This is the party, party and I know you don't really do this all the time
Got your body on mine and your man over there looking mad as hell
Everything paid for
If he got a problem I got way more
She fucking with a boss, I make a name for
And I'mma give her everything she came for
'Til the morning
I'mma do my thing, girl I ain't lying we gon' do this
'Til the morning
Cause you're all I need, I don't need no sleep tonight
'Til the morning
Gon' and tell your friends that I don't get tired
We gon' do this 'til the morning
Oh yeah babe, oh yeah babe, we gon' do it 'til the morning
Okay, I got your nigga grilling me the hardest
I'mma eat the pussy girl regardless
I stay down South like I'm from New-Orleans
Spray up on them walls and them drawers like an artist
I got that long dick, nigga legendary
Where you get that ass from? Bet that it's hereditary
Pussy numb, speaking in tongues, changing your vocabulary
Calling me her Valentine, it ain't even February
I got the antidote
I leave the condoms on the bed so her man'll know
I know he mad cause I'm busting on your cantaloupes
It's horses on the 'Rari but I'm checking camel toe
Look, no sleep baby we gon' pull an all-nighter
I got the weed and the liquor, girl just bring a lighter
You gon' sing baby I'mma have you moaning
It's just a warning, I'm performing
'Til the morning
I'mma do my thing, girl I ain't lying we gon' do this
'Til the morning
Cause you're all I need, I don't need no sleep tonight
'Til the morning
Gon' and tell your friends that I don't get tired
We gon' do this 'til the morning
Oh yeah babe, oh yeah babe, we gon' do it 'til the morning
Now it's time to turn up, yeah I know you feel the same
Baby you just wanna go out, just to do little dancing
It's a shame you brought yo man with you, know you feeling kinda antsy
Let me show I got everything paid for
If he got a problem I got way more
She fucking with a boss, I make a name for
And I'mma give her everything she came for
'Til the morning
I'mma do my thing, girl I ain't lying we gon' do this
'Til the morning
Cause you're all I need, I don't need no sleep tonight
'Til the morning
Gon' and tell your friends that I don't get tired
We gon' do this 'til the morning
Oh yeah babe, oh yeah babe, we gon' do it 'til the morning
Party, party and put your glass in the air
If you in love make a toast, take your clothes off, put yo ass in the air
This is the party, party and I know you don't really do this all the time
Got your body on mine and your man over there looking mad as hell
Everything paid for
If he got a problem I got way more
She fucking with a boss, I make a name for
And I'mma give her everything she came for
'Til the morning
I'mma do my thing, girl I ain't lying we gon' do this
'Til the morning
Cause you're all I need, I don't need no sleep tonight
'Til the morning
Gon' and tell your friends that I don't get tired
We gon' do this 'til the morning
Oh yeah babe, oh yeah babe, we gon' do it 'til the morning
Okay, I got your nigga grilling me the hardest
I'mma eat the pussy girl regardless
I stay down South like I'm from New-Orleans
Spray up on them walls and them drawers like an artist
I got that long dick, nigga legendary
Where you get that ass from? Bet that it's hereditary
Pussy numb, speaking in tongues, changing your vocabulary
Calling me her Valentine, it ain't even February
I got the antidote
I leave the condoms on the bed so her man'll know
I know he mad cause I'm busting on your cantaloupes
It's horses on the 'Rari but I'm checking camel toe
Look, no sleep baby we gon' pull an all-nighter
I got the weed and the liquor, girl just bring a lighter
You gon' sing baby I'mma have you moaning
It's just a warning, I'm performing
'Til the morning
I'mma do my thing, girl I ain't lying we gon' do this
'Til the morning
Cause you're all I need, I don't need no sleep tonight
'Til the morning
Gon' and tell your friends that I don't get tired
We gon' do this 'til the morning
Oh yeah babe, oh yeah babe, we gon' do it 'til the morning
Right Now lyrics - Chris Brown
I'm running you a bath, I'mma have you wet before I get you in the water
And we ain't moving fast, ain't gon' make it to the bed, you gon' come before we start up
I'm waiting down here cause I know you feel it
Hell yeah it's going down tonight
Baby don't you worry I'm about to go and take it down
Kissing on your body, I'mma fuck around and turn you out
Diamond minx on the floor, making love, cherry lights
Can't think of nothin' more, making love to you tonight
I'll give it to you now, now
Right now
I'll give it to you now, now
Right now
Shawty know she bad, lickin' on them lips got me feeling kinda crazy
Arch your back and while I'm grabbin' on your hips I know later you gon' thank me
But it's okay, it's alright, we gon' get it all night
Don't be scared, girl I don't bite
Baby don't you worry I'm about to go and take it down
Kissing on your body, I'mma fuck around and turn you out
Diamond minx on the floor, making love, cherry lights
Can't think of nothin' more, making love to you tonight
I'll give it to you now, now
Right now
I'll give it to you now, now
Right now
Diamond minx on the floor, making love, cherry lights
Can't think of nothin' more, making love to you tonight
I'll give it to you now, now, right now
I'll give it to you now, now, right now
Diamond minx on the floor, making love, cherry lights
Can't think of nothin' more, making love to you tonight
I'll give it to you now, now, right now
I'll give it to you now, now, right now
And we ain't moving fast, ain't gon' make it to the bed, you gon' come before we start up
I'm waiting down here cause I know you feel it
Hell yeah it's going down tonight
Baby don't you worry I'm about to go and take it down
Kissing on your body, I'mma fuck around and turn you out
Diamond minx on the floor, making love, cherry lights
Can't think of nothin' more, making love to you tonight
I'll give it to you now, now
Right now
I'll give it to you now, now
Right now
Shawty know she bad, lickin' on them lips got me feeling kinda crazy
Arch your back and while I'm grabbin' on your hips I know later you gon' thank me
But it's okay, it's alright, we gon' get it all night
Don't be scared, girl I don't bite
Baby don't you worry I'm about to go and take it down
Kissing on your body, I'mma fuck around and turn you out
Diamond minx on the floor, making love, cherry lights
Can't think of nothin' more, making love to you tonight
I'll give it to you now, now
Right now
I'll give it to you now, now
Right now
Diamond minx on the floor, making love, cherry lights
Can't think of nothin' more, making love to you tonight
I'll give it to you now, now, right now
I'll give it to you now, now, right now
Diamond minx on the floor, making love, cherry lights
Can't think of nothin' more, making love to you tonight
I'll give it to you now, now, right now
I'll give it to you now, now, right now
Seasons Change lyrics - Chris Brown
Been a month or two, 8 weeks for me exactly
Since we sat and talk for hours
Girl it's just ain't right, when you give me the run around
I can't even give you flowers
It's all in your head when your friends talk about me
You run away from the truth and accept the lies, you doubt me
I'm like a fool contemplating, I'm just waiting on your call
We couldn't last 'til the Winter and now it's Fall, we fell in love, I'm still falling
Sometimes I let my thoughts run away from me
Don't know how many days in a year
Running round, running round 'til I get you, oh yeah
Now how the hell I let you get away from me? Yeah
Never thought that I would say goodbye to my girl, no
Girl you changed like the seasons
Girl I've given my time and all my love
Not to mentioned I didn't cheat but you didn't even trust me
Even when you out late night, messages on your phone babe
I never said a word, I just left it alone
It's all in your head when your friends talk about me
You run away from the truth and accept the lies, you doubt me
I'm like a fool contemplating, I'm just waiting on your call
We couldn't last 'til the Winter and now it's Fall, we fell in love, I'm still falling
Sometimes I let my thoughts run away from me
Don't know how many days in a year
Running round, running round 'til I get you, oh yeah
Now how the hell I let you get away from me? Yeah
Never thought that I would say goodbye to my girl, no
Girl you changed like the seasons
No, I'll never the see the brighter side
Cause you're everything that I wanted and I don't wanna see you go
I don't wanna spend the rest the of my life without you
Here with me, I'll never let go, I need you
Sometimes I let my thoughts run away from me
Don't know how many days in a year
Running round, running round 'til I get you, oh yeah
Now how the hell I let you get away from me? Yeah
Never thought that I would say goodbye to my girl, no
Girl you changed like the seasons
Since we sat and talk for hours
Girl it's just ain't right, when you give me the run around
I can't even give you flowers
It's all in your head when your friends talk about me
You run away from the truth and accept the lies, you doubt me
I'm like a fool contemplating, I'm just waiting on your call
We couldn't last 'til the Winter and now it's Fall, we fell in love, I'm still falling
Sometimes I let my thoughts run away from me
Don't know how many days in a year
Running round, running round 'til I get you, oh yeah
Now how the hell I let you get away from me? Yeah
Never thought that I would say goodbye to my girl, no
Girl you changed like the seasons
Girl I've given my time and all my love
Not to mentioned I didn't cheat but you didn't even trust me
Even when you out late night, messages on your phone babe
I never said a word, I just left it alone
It's all in your head when your friends talk about me
You run away from the truth and accept the lies, you doubt me
I'm like a fool contemplating, I'm just waiting on your call
We couldn't last 'til the Winter and now it's Fall, we fell in love, I'm still falling
Sometimes I let my thoughts run away from me
Don't know how many days in a year
Running round, running round 'til I get you, oh yeah
Now how the hell I let you get away from me? Yeah
Never thought that I would say goodbye to my girl, no
Girl you changed like the seasons
No, I'll never the see the brighter side
Cause you're everything that I wanted and I don't wanna see you go
I don't wanna spend the rest the of my life without you
Here with me, I'll never let go, I need you
Sometimes I let my thoughts run away from me
Don't know how many days in a year
Running round, running round 'til I get you, oh yeah
Now how the hell I let you get away from me? Yeah
Never thought that I would say goodbye to my girl, no
Girl you changed like the seasons
Roses Turn Blue lyrics - Chris Brown
Girl I double dare you, to keep it all the way 100 with me if I'm your man
I'm not gon' lie, I'm scared too, I know you got something to tell me cause you're fucking up your speech
So baby tell me where you were, I'm sick and tired, I know you saw me calling
I think our shit has been over, for a while now
Feels so confused when you say that you don't need me
It's only you that's making you wanna leave me
Where is this trust? I lost it, when you let them fuck, yeah you did yup
Said girl I lost it, I lost it, how could you give it up?
Cause girl you did that that one thing
It's fucked up the way you did that one thing
And I don't care if you was drinking, smoking with your girls and feeling it
How could you consider it? Feels so inconsiderate
Already made your bed, now lay it down and live in it
Stop acting so innocent cause you be on that other shit
Baby how can I compare you to a queen or a diamond in the rough? I'm scared too
Can't even recognize you, don't wanna look at your face, you make me sick, I'mma throw up
When roses turn blueish, that means your garden ain't true yeah, true yeah
I know you let them eat it, yes you did yup, taking food off my plate
Feels so confused when you say that you don't need me
It's only you that's making you wanna leave me
Where is this trust? I lost it, when you let them fuck, yeah you did yup
Said girl I lost it, I lost it, how could you give it up?
Cause girl you did that that one thing
It's fucked up the way you did that one thing
And I don't care if you was drinking, smoking with your girls and feeling it
How could you consider it? Feels so inconsiderate
Already made your bed, now lay it down and live in it
Stop acting so innocent cause you be on that other shit
Girl, yeah you be on that other shit
You be on that other shit
Oh, girl you be on that other shit
Cause girl you did that that one thing
It's fucked up the way you did that one thing
And I don't care if you was drinking, smoking with your girls and feeling it
How could you consider it? Feels so inconsiderate
Already made your bed, now lay it down and live in it
Stop acting so innocent cause you be on that other shit
I'm not gon' lie, I'm scared too, I know you got something to tell me cause you're fucking up your speech
So baby tell me where you were, I'm sick and tired, I know you saw me calling
I think our shit has been over, for a while now
Feels so confused when you say that you don't need me
It's only you that's making you wanna leave me
Where is this trust? I lost it, when you let them fuck, yeah you did yup
Said girl I lost it, I lost it, how could you give it up?
Cause girl you did that that one thing
It's fucked up the way you did that one thing
And I don't care if you was drinking, smoking with your girls and feeling it
How could you consider it? Feels so inconsiderate
Already made your bed, now lay it down and live in it
Stop acting so innocent cause you be on that other shit
Baby how can I compare you to a queen or a diamond in the rough? I'm scared too
Can't even recognize you, don't wanna look at your face, you make me sick, I'mma throw up
When roses turn blueish, that means your garden ain't true yeah, true yeah
I know you let them eat it, yes you did yup, taking food off my plate
Feels so confused when you say that you don't need me
It's only you that's making you wanna leave me
Where is this trust? I lost it, when you let them fuck, yeah you did yup
Said girl I lost it, I lost it, how could you give it up?
Cause girl you did that that one thing
It's fucked up the way you did that one thing
And I don't care if you was drinking, smoking with your girls and feeling it
How could you consider it? Feels so inconsiderate
Already made your bed, now lay it down and live in it
Stop acting so innocent cause you be on that other shit
Girl, yeah you be on that other shit
You be on that other shit
Oh, girl you be on that other shit
Cause girl you did that that one thing
It's fucked up the way you did that one thing
And I don't care if you was drinking, smoking with your girls and feeling it
How could you consider it? Feels so inconsiderate
Already made your bed, now lay it down and live in it
Stop acting so innocent cause you be on that other shit
Second Hand Love lyrics - Chris Brown
Filter out the pain
If you gonna take my breath away
Black lungs, intoxicating
I'm addicted to your poison
There it goes, I'm just faded as fast as she came
If I died then you know who to blame, all because of you
You give me second hand love like second hand smoke
I keep breathing it in, that's just how it goes with you, I'm used to your poison
You give me second hand love like second hand smoke
I keep breathing it in, that's just how it goes with you, you're killing me slowly
Nicotine dreams, gas lit lover
Temporary high, then I suffer, take my breath away
I think it's what I need, you took all of my nightmares out the safe
Girl your menthol kisses, I made my business, now my breathing's different
There it goes, I'm just faded as fast as she came
If I died then you know who to blame, all because of you
You give me second hand love like second hand smoke
I keep breathing it in, that's just how it goes with you, I'm used to your poison
You give me second hand love like second hand smoke
I keep breathing it in, that's just how it goes with you, you're killing me slowly
Carry me girl, carry me, carry me away
Like the smoke that, like the smoke that you blew my way
How could you babe? How could you babe?
Put a filter on your love, aw yeah
Carry me girl, carry me, carry me away
Carry me girl, carry me, carry me away
Like the smoke that, like the smoke that you blew my way
There it goes, I'm just faded as fast as she came
If I died then you know who to blame, all because of you
You give me second hand love like second hand smoke
I keep breathing it in, that's just how it goes with you, I'm used to your poison
You give me second hand love like second hand smoke
I keep breathing it in, that's just how it goes with you, you're killing me slowly
If you gonna take my breath away
Black lungs, intoxicating
I'm addicted to your poison
There it goes, I'm just faded as fast as she came
If I died then you know who to blame, all because of you
You give me second hand love like second hand smoke
I keep breathing it in, that's just how it goes with you, I'm used to your poison
You give me second hand love like second hand smoke
I keep breathing it in, that's just how it goes with you, you're killing me slowly
Nicotine dreams, gas lit lover
Temporary high, then I suffer, take my breath away
I think it's what I need, you took all of my nightmares out the safe
Girl your menthol kisses, I made my business, now my breathing's different
There it goes, I'm just faded as fast as she came
If I died then you know who to blame, all because of you
You give me second hand love like second hand smoke
I keep breathing it in, that's just how it goes with you, I'm used to your poison
You give me second hand love like second hand smoke
I keep breathing it in, that's just how it goes with you, you're killing me slowly
Carry me girl, carry me, carry me away
Like the smoke that, like the smoke that you blew my way
How could you babe? How could you babe?
Put a filter on your love, aw yeah
Carry me girl, carry me, carry me away
Carry me girl, carry me, carry me away
Like the smoke that, like the smoke that you blew my way
There it goes, I'm just faded as fast as she came
If I died then you know who to blame, all because of you
You give me second hand love like second hand smoke
I keep breathing it in, that's just how it goes with you, I'm used to your poison
You give me second hand love like second hand smoke
I keep breathing it in, that's just how it goes with you, you're killing me slowly
I Can't Win lyrics - Chris Brown
[Verse 1:]
Tell me what did I do
To make you hate me so much
Why you angry all the time?
Why don't you wanna ride for me?
Girl, we used to make love
When you called, I would follow
Now the only thing you love is a bottle
The only thing you got left is a shadow
Don't let this shit come between us
I'm wrong you're right, its okay with my heart
But its not how its supposed to be
You always say I'm done and finished
Fuck it, I'm wrong you're right
Please God help us
I guess I'm gonna leave it up to you tonight
[Hook:]
She ain't bluffin', she gon' do it
I think its time for me face to the music
I could really give a damn about my pride
But though with you I think its stupid
You gon' love with the lies, never compromise
Girl if you love me better prove it
I can't win, I can't win for losing
[Verse 2:]
Don't even matter if you screamin' yeah
Girl you don't love me, you don't love yourself
But it don't matter if you raising Hell
I miss you, I wanna kiss you yeah
I can't remember who you are babe
Remember when your heart used to say
Love me babe, love me babe
I know them bitches got in your way but,
Don't let this shit come between us
I'm wrong your right, its okay with my heart
But its not how its supposed to be
[Hook:]
She ain't bluffin', she gon' do it
I think its time for me face to the music
I could really give a damn about my pride
But though with you I think its stupid
You gon' love with the lies, never compromise
Girl if you love me better prove it
I can't win, I can't win for losing
[Verse 3:]
I'm not trying to waste our love
I'm just trying to save whats left of it
One day, one day my love
You gon' realized that you fucked up
And when that day comes my love
I'm gon' be the same one still lovin'
How are you gonna cancel me out?
Say I won't listen, but I'm listening now
[Hook:]
She ain't bluffin', she gon' do it
I think its time for me face to the music
I could really give a damn about my pride
But though with you I think its stupid
You gon' love with the lies, never compromise
Girl if you love me better prove it
I can't win, I can't win for losing
Tell me what did I do
To make you hate me so much
Why you angry all the time?
Why don't you wanna ride for me?
Girl, we used to make love
When you called, I would follow
Now the only thing you love is a bottle
The only thing you got left is a shadow
Don't let this shit come between us
I'm wrong you're right, its okay with my heart
But its not how its supposed to be
You always say I'm done and finished
Fuck it, I'm wrong you're right
Please God help us
I guess I'm gonna leave it up to you tonight
[Hook:]
She ain't bluffin', she gon' do it
I think its time for me face to the music
I could really give a damn about my pride
But though with you I think its stupid
You gon' love with the lies, never compromise
Girl if you love me better prove it
I can't win, I can't win for losing
[Verse 2:]
Don't even matter if you screamin' yeah
Girl you don't love me, you don't love yourself
But it don't matter if you raising Hell
I miss you, I wanna kiss you yeah
I can't remember who you are babe
Remember when your heart used to say
Love me babe, love me babe
I know them bitches got in your way but,
Don't let this shit come between us
I'm wrong your right, its okay with my heart
But its not how its supposed to be
[Hook:]
She ain't bluffin', she gon' do it
I think its time for me face to the music
I could really give a damn about my pride
But though with you I think its stupid
You gon' love with the lies, never compromise
Girl if you love me better prove it
I can't win, I can't win for losing
[Verse 3:]
I'm not trying to waste our love
I'm just trying to save whats left of it
One day, one day my love
You gon' realized that you fucked up
And when that day comes my love
I'm gon' be the same one still lovin'
How are you gonna cancel me out?
Say I won't listen, but I'm listening now
[Hook:]
She ain't bluffin', she gon' do it
I think its time for me face to the music
I could really give a damn about my pride
But though with you I think its stupid
You gon' love with the lies, never compromise
Girl if you love me better prove it
I can't win, I can't win for losing
Matter lyrics - Chris Brown
I've written so many letters, tried to e-mail you, all I ask is why you dodging me?
And he's not any better, I could do you better than he can
I see the way you are with me I know that you ain't satisfied
But it's like you don't even remember
It's like I don't even matter on your birthday, for the holidays
Got me going crazy, you're on my mind
It's like I don't even matter, your love is gone, girl you're done with me
Do you think about us, I miss you so much, it's like I don't even matter
I miss the smell of your perfume, I lay by the fireplace
I guess tonight is the night I miss your touch
Baby, I need you, the only love I have in my heart is for you
Can't even live, can't even live with the pain I feel inside
This is real
Why you giving up? Can you see me? Am I invisible?
I see the way you are with me I know that you ain't satisfied
But it's like you don't even remember
It's like I don't even matter on your birthday, for the holidays
Got me going crazy, you're on my mind
It's like I don't even matter, your love is gone, girl you're done with me
Do you think about us, I miss you so much, it's like I don't even matter
Girl I see you don't get my love so unconditional
Back and forth, in and out with us, with us
Girl I want you, yeah and nobody else
If I can't have you I'mma break down
It's like I don't even matter on your birthday, for the holidays
Got me going crazy, you're on my mind
It's like I don't even matter, your love is gone, girl you're done with me
Do you think about us, I miss you so much, it's like I don't even matter
And he's not any better, I could do you better than he can
I see the way you are with me I know that you ain't satisfied
But it's like you don't even remember
It's like I don't even matter on your birthday, for the holidays
Got me going crazy, you're on my mind
It's like I don't even matter, your love is gone, girl you're done with me
Do you think about us, I miss you so much, it's like I don't even matter
I miss the smell of your perfume, I lay by the fireplace
I guess tonight is the night I miss your touch
Baby, I need you, the only love I have in my heart is for you
Can't even live, can't even live with the pain I feel inside
This is real
Why you giving up? Can you see me? Am I invisible?
I see the way you are with me I know that you ain't satisfied
But it's like you don't even remember
It's like I don't even matter on your birthday, for the holidays
Got me going crazy, you're on my mind
It's like I don't even matter, your love is gone, girl you're done with me
Do you think about us, I miss you so much, it's like I don't even matter
Girl I see you don't get my love so unconditional
Back and forth, in and out with us, with us
Girl I want you, yeah and nobody else
If I can't have you I'mma break down
It's like I don't even matter on your birthday, for the holidays
Got me going crazy, you're on my mind
It's like I don't even matter, your love is gone, girl you're done with me
Do you think about us, I miss you so much, it's like I don't even matter
Lipstick On The Glass lyrics - Chris Brown
How did we get to my place?
After last night I'm looking for steps to trace
All I know is we made love all over my place
And that's all I can remember but my condo give the play by play
It started when I seen all of the bottles of Patrón
Empty, obvious that something crazy here went on, sex was everywhere
Whipped cream all over the counter, but she's nowhere to be found
I took a look around but the only thing I found was
Lipstick on the glass
Cause we drank, got drunk, that night we lived it up
Yeah that night we did it up
And now the only trace I found was
Lipstick on the glass
Shot after shot we got hot, sipping we pour it up
Now all I got left is the
Lipstick on the glass
I can still smell your perfume in my home, I can still taste the sweetness of your touch
I should ask the neighbours, maybe they know
I know they heard us loving on the night before
I'm tryna find out where you are, hope you not very far, I gotta find you girl
Where we can have another night with all these bottles of Patrón
Empty, obvious that something crazy here went on, sex was everywhere
Whipped cream all over the counter, but she's nowhere to be found
I took a look around, that's when I saw that you left
Lipstick on the glass
Cause we drank, got drunk, that night we lived it up
Yeah that night we did it up
And now the only trace I found was
Lipstick on the glass
Shot after shot we got hot, sipping we pour it up
Now all I got left is the
Lipstick on the glass
Left her lipstick on the glass
She left her lipstick on the glass
Saying this the best night she ever had, lipstick on my glass
Saying call her ASAP, she'll be ready
Lipstick on the glass
Cause we drank, got drunk, that night we lived it up
Yeah that night we did it up
And now the only trace I found was
Lipstick on the glass
Shot after shot we got hot, sipping we pour it up
Now all I got left is the
Lipstick on the glass
After last night I'm looking for steps to trace
All I know is we made love all over my place
And that's all I can remember but my condo give the play by play
It started when I seen all of the bottles of Patrón
Empty, obvious that something crazy here went on, sex was everywhere
Whipped cream all over the counter, but she's nowhere to be found
I took a look around but the only thing I found was
Lipstick on the glass
Cause we drank, got drunk, that night we lived it up
Yeah that night we did it up
And now the only trace I found was
Lipstick on the glass
Shot after shot we got hot, sipping we pour it up
Now all I got left is the
Lipstick on the glass
I can still smell your perfume in my home, I can still taste the sweetness of your touch
I should ask the neighbours, maybe they know
I know they heard us loving on the night before
I'm tryna find out where you are, hope you not very far, I gotta find you girl
Where we can have another night with all these bottles of Patrón
Empty, obvious that something crazy here went on, sex was everywhere
Whipped cream all over the counter, but she's nowhere to be found
I took a look around, that's when I saw that you left
Lipstick on the glass
Cause we drank, got drunk, that night we lived it up
Yeah that night we did it up
And now the only trace I found was
Lipstick on the glass
Shot after shot we got hot, sipping we pour it up
Now all I got left is the
Lipstick on the glass
Left her lipstick on the glass
She left her lipstick on the glass
Saying this the best night she ever had, lipstick on my glass
Saying call her ASAP, she'll be ready
Lipstick on the glass
Cause we drank, got drunk, that night we lived it up
Yeah that night we did it up
And now the only trace I found was
Lipstick on the glass
Shot after shot we got hot, sipping we pour it up
Now all I got left is the
Lipstick on the glass
Scared To Love You lyrics - Chris Brown
You got my heart, one and only
You got my trust so baby I'mma never let you down, woah
You're the one I need right now and your body is like wow
Everything just, everything just, everything just revolves around you
Ey come baby tell me what's up, you already know me girl, what's up
Ain't nobody here baby, it's just us and I'm just in, understand?
Girl I hope you're ready for the backseat action, got a taxi driver
I'll go any, girl I'll go every and girl I'll go anywhere with you
Hey little love of mine
Can you spend a little more time with me baby?
I'm sure it'll be just fine
I'm not scared of loving you, I know baby
I don't get in your heels that's made to walk in, girl gon' and take 'em off
I just wanna see you shake it, show a little skin, she said "I don't need to break it off"
So maybe tell me, just what you wanna do now?
Cause I'll do any baby, I'll do every, I'll do anything for you
Hey little love of mine
Can you spend a little more time with me baby?
I'm sure it'll be just fine
I'm not scared of loving you, I know baby
You got my trust so baby I'mma never let you down, woah
You're the one I need right now and your body is like wow
Everything just, everything just, everything just revolves around you
Ey come baby tell me what's up, you already know me girl, what's up
Ain't nobody here baby, it's just us and I'm just in, understand?
Girl I hope you're ready for the backseat action, got a taxi driver
I'll go any, girl I'll go every and girl I'll go anywhere with you
Hey little love of mine
Can you spend a little more time with me baby?
I'm sure it'll be just fine
I'm not scared of loving you, I know baby
I don't get in your heels that's made to walk in, girl gon' and take 'em off
I just wanna see you shake it, show a little skin, she said "I don't need to break it off"
So maybe tell me, just what you wanna do now?
Cause I'll do any baby, I'll do every, I'll do anything for you
Hey little love of mine
Can you spend a little more time with me baby?
I'm sure it'll be just fine
I'm not scared of loving you, I know baby
Show Off lyrics - Chris Brown
That's how I know she a freak
That's how I know she a freak
Baby I ain't looking for love
And I gotta tell you, you the baddest thing I seen in this club
And I know you probably done been with every baller
But I'm still tryna see what's up with you girl
And baby if you want us to be alone, yeah
We can go somewhere where nobody will hear you scream
You gon' be begging when I got your legs up, sorry girl I fucked your head up
But you said put it on you and that's what I'm gon' do
It never really mattered to much too me
Cause tonight's the night for love
It never really mattered to much too me
I'm gonna lay you down, take you down, just call me daddy, kissing you girl
It never really mattered to much too me
Got you open, I'm in it, in it
Got you soaking making your body
Girl you wanna freak me yeah
So go 'head and show off
And you can take it off
Lemme break you off
I know you 'bout to show off
Got my car outside wanna ride let's go
And I don't drive let my chauffeur do that or we can take my boat
And I'mma put a stack on it
I could take you places all them lame niggas can't go as I'm going in and out, yeah
So now we driving down this back road, her hand on my thigh
She look me in the eyes and she started pulling me close
I said I wanna get freaky, she said yes just as long as I don't go
I gotta stay 'til the morning and baby it never really mattered
It never really mattered to much too me
Cause tonight's the night for love
It never really mattered to much too me
I'm gonna lay you down, take you down, just call me daddy, kissing you girl
It never really mattered to much too me
Got you open, I'm in it, in it
Got you soaking making your body
Girl you wanna freak me yeah
So go 'head and show off
And you can take it off
Lemme break you off
I know you 'bout to show off
This is for my ladies who got a man but they don't go away when she go to club
He be hating, nigga you better hope she don't meet me
Cause I think she look better naked and now she's in my presidential suite
Her body's on me, sick of being lonely, she make some new positions then she tries 'em on me
That's how I know she a freak
That's how I know she a freak
That's how I know she a freak
Baby I ain't looking for love
And I gotta tell you, you the baddest thing I seen in this club
And I know you probably done been with every baller
But I'm still tryna see what's up with you girl
And baby if you want us to be alone, yeah
We can go somewhere where nobody will hear you scream
You gon' be begging when I got your legs up, sorry girl I fucked your head up
But you said put it on you and that's what I'm gon' do
It never really mattered to much too me
Cause tonight's the night for love
It never really mattered to much too me
I'm gonna lay you down, take you down, just call me daddy, kissing you girl
It never really mattered to much too me
Got you open, I'm in it, in it
Got you soaking making your body
Girl you wanna freak me yeah
So go 'head and show off
And you can take it off
Lemme break you off
I know you 'bout to show off
Got my car outside wanna ride let's go
And I don't drive let my chauffeur do that or we can take my boat
And I'mma put a stack on it
I could take you places all them lame niggas can't go as I'm going in and out, yeah
So now we driving down this back road, her hand on my thigh
She look me in the eyes and she started pulling me close
I said I wanna get freaky, she said yes just as long as I don't go
I gotta stay 'til the morning and baby it never really mattered
It never really mattered to much too me
Cause tonight's the night for love
It never really mattered to much too me
I'm gonna lay you down, take you down, just call me daddy, kissing you girl
It never really mattered to much too me
Got you open, I'm in it, in it
Got you soaking making your body
Girl you wanna freak me yeah
So go 'head and show off
And you can take it off
Lemme break you off
I know you 'bout to show off
This is for my ladies who got a man but they don't go away when she go to club
He be hating, nigga you better hope she don't meet me
Cause I think she look better naked and now she's in my presidential suite
Her body's on me, sick of being lonely, she make some new positions then she tries 'em on me
That's how I know she a freak
That's how I know she a freak
Desperado lyrics - Chris Brown
Shit is kinda crazy, how you work me, lady
Thought I wouldn't notice, I can see you changing
When did all this happen? All this extra foreplay?
How you gon' try to play me then go and try to kiss my face?
I want you to know that it's over, get your shit right now
I guess the good guys always play the fool
I want you to know that I'll be fine if you're not my girl
Don't need you anymore, don't love you anymore cause you're a cold desperado
No won't last and you feeling like something's wrong, you got me, good one baby
Why'd you break my heart? Never thought you were this way before, but now I know
But I ain't gonna run away and little mama, you won't put me out cause I bought this house, so leave
If you so fly, be gone, if you the shit, here's some toilet paper, you did me a favour
I want you to know that it's over, get your shit right now
I guess the good guys always play the fool
I want you to know that I'll be fine if you're not my girl
Don't need you anymore, don't love you anymore cause you're a cold desperado
Thought I wouldn't notice, I can see you changing
When did all this happen? All this extra foreplay?
How you gon' try to play me then go and try to kiss my face?
I want you to know that it's over, get your shit right now
I guess the good guys always play the fool
I want you to know that I'll be fine if you're not my girl
Don't need you anymore, don't love you anymore cause you're a cold desperado
No won't last and you feeling like something's wrong, you got me, good one baby
Why'd you break my heart? Never thought you were this way before, but now I know
But I ain't gonna run away and little mama, you won't put me out cause I bought this house, so leave
If you so fly, be gone, if you the shit, here's some toilet paper, you did me a favour
I want you to know that it's over, get your shit right now
I guess the good guys always play the fool
I want you to know that I'll be fine if you're not my girl
Don't need you anymore, don't love you anymore cause you're a cold desperado
Trust Me lyrics - Chris Brown
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
Every time I go, they keep telling me no
And life's travelling fast all around you, whispers about my past
I can tell you anything I want
But I'd rather rewrite my wrongs if I'm allowed to
So let me know if you can trust me
If you can trust me, then trust me
If you can trust me baby
If you can trust me, then trust me
This your moment baby, I'm just trying not to miss it
You just gotta keep it 100 with all your bitches
Tell 'em that you fucking with a thug who got a pistol
That sip codeine and made a quarter million of a chickens
But you know every boy gotta man up
And what's the point of fucking if we can't love?
I wonder she's right
I know I broke her heart now, now I understand her
I know that she wanna forgive but I know better she'll never forget it
All of the people that's all in her head, wish she could make up her mind with decisions
Already heard that she fucked with a player, told me she never would fuck with a player
Even when I was that nigga in jail, one visitation but never no mail
Every time I go, they keep telling me no
And life's travelling fast all around you, whispers about my past
I can tell you anything I want
But I'd rather rewrite my wrongs if I'm allowed to
So let me know if you can trust me
If you can trust me, then trust me
If you can trust me baby
If you can trust me, then trust me
Every time I go, they keep telling me no
And life's travelling fast all around you, whispers about my past
I can tell you anything I want
But I'd rather rewrite my wrongs if I'm allowed to
So let me know if you can trust me
If you can trust me, then trust me
If you can trust me baby
If you can trust me, then trust me
This your moment baby, I'm just trying not to miss it
You just gotta keep it 100 with all your bitches
Tell 'em that you fucking with a thug who got a pistol
That sip codeine and made a quarter million of a chickens
But you know every boy gotta man up
And what's the point of fucking if we can't love?
I wonder she's right
I know I broke her heart now, now I understand her
I know that she wanna forgive but I know better she'll never forget it
All of the people that's all in her head, wish she could make up her mind with decisions
Already heard that she fucked with a player, told me she never would fuck with a player
Even when I was that nigga in jail, one visitation but never no mail
Every time I go, they keep telling me no
And life's travelling fast all around you, whispers about my past
I can tell you anything I want
But I'd rather rewrite my wrongs if I'm allowed to
So let me know if you can trust me
If you can trust me, then trust me
If you can trust me baby
If you can trust me, then trust me
4 Seconds lyrics - Chris Brown
Four seconds, four seconds
To take it all off, yeah
Oh baby, you got four seconds, four seconds
To turn that ass around, yeah
Said she did more than a little molly
Said she's got a man but she don't hold down
She don't wanna be alone tonight, wanted me to get her right
So baby we can dim the lights and have ourselves a party
Four seconds, four seconds
To take it all off, yeah
Oh baby, you got four seconds, four seconds
To turn that ass around, yeah
Baby turn that ass around
Baby turn that ass around
Baby turn that ass around
Four seconds, four seconds
To take it all off, yeah
Oh baby, you got four seconds, four seconds
To turn that ass around, yeah
There's nothing I could ever say to save you, I'mma bounce it, drive you crazy, speeding into you right now
Drunk fucking, like we're faded, all night and day, yeah, baby I'mma break your heart
She don't wanna be alone tonight, wanted me to get her right
So baby we can dim the lights and have ourselves a party
Four seconds, four seconds
To take it all off, yeah
Oh baby, you got four seconds, four seconds
To turn that ass around, yeah
Baby turn that ass around
Baby turn that ass around
Baby turn that ass around
Four seconds, four seconds
To take it all off, yeah
Oh baby, you got four seconds, four seconds
To turn that ass around, yeah
Baby turn that ass around
Baby turn that ass around
Baby turn that ass around
Four seconds, four seconds
To take it all off, yeah
Oh baby, you got four seconds, four seconds
To turn that ass around, yeah
To take it all off, yeah
Oh baby, you got four seconds, four seconds
To turn that ass around, yeah
Said she did more than a little molly
Said she's got a man but she don't hold down
She don't wanna be alone tonight, wanted me to get her right
So baby we can dim the lights and have ourselves a party
Four seconds, four seconds
To take it all off, yeah
Oh baby, you got four seconds, four seconds
To turn that ass around, yeah
Baby turn that ass around
Baby turn that ass around
Baby turn that ass around
Four seconds, four seconds
To take it all off, yeah
Oh baby, you got four seconds, four seconds
To turn that ass around, yeah
There's nothing I could ever say to save you, I'mma bounce it, drive you crazy, speeding into you right now
Drunk fucking, like we're faded, all night and day, yeah, baby I'mma break your heart
She don't wanna be alone tonight, wanted me to get her right
So baby we can dim the lights and have ourselves a party
Four seconds, four seconds
To take it all off, yeah
Oh baby, you got four seconds, four seconds
To turn that ass around, yeah
Baby turn that ass around
Baby turn that ass around
Baby turn that ass around
Four seconds, four seconds
To take it all off, yeah
Oh baby, you got four seconds, four seconds
To turn that ass around, yeah
Baby turn that ass around
Baby turn that ass around
Baby turn that ass around
Four seconds, four seconds
To take it all off, yeah
Oh baby, you got four seconds, four seconds
To turn that ass around, yeah
Start It Slow lyrics - Chris Brown
Think I met a bad girl out in LA
I fell in love with her on the first date
She got queen written all over her face
When she gotta go, I just tell her to stay, got a nigga sprung
The way you move your body, girl you make me wanna love ya
She the only one after I hit it, I just wanna cuddle
She call me daddy, she ain't never had a father but I'm cool with her mother
She gon' have a baby when we fucking, we ain't never use a rubber
We gon' take our time and do it right, do it right
Take off your panties, leave 'em right here
Girl you know that pussy belongs to me, you know that body is gold to me
Make it last so start it off slow and I'mma speed it up
Sauvignon Blanc, we gon' drink the whole bottle
I'mma pop a molly cause you know it make me tear it up for hours
Pussy so wet, squirting on a nigga she done gave me a shower
Then I put it all in, all in and she get a little louder, oh
Smacking on the booty she done came 'bout three times
She gotta go to work in the morning, so tonight is our free time
And when she get her ass off of work, I'mma take her on a G-5
All around the world, that's my girl we the best when we hide
We gon' take our time and do it right, do it right
Take off your panties, leave 'em right here
Girl you know that pussy belongs to me, you know that body is gold to me
Make it last so start it off slow and I'mma speed it up
Wanna spend the rest of my life with her
She my ride or die, hold it down for me, that's my nigga
You can get it all from me, I got a wedding ring for you baby
All I need is for you to say one word and that's "Yes"
We go anywhere you wanna go
Making love in Italy all way to Monaco
Looking at the water when we pull up to the coast
And a candlelight dinner, celebrate and make a toast
Then it's to the bed, you just tell me when to go
Doing all that freaky shit that's for grown folks
Kissing on that pussy, know you need a little more
All my heart and all my love
We gon' take our time and do it right, do it right
Take off your panties, leave 'em right here
Girl you know that pussy belongs to me, you know that body is gold to me
Make it last so start it off slow and I'mma speed it up
I fell in love with her on the first date
She got queen written all over her face
When she gotta go, I just tell her to stay, got a nigga sprung
The way you move your body, girl you make me wanna love ya
She the only one after I hit it, I just wanna cuddle
She call me daddy, she ain't never had a father but I'm cool with her mother
She gon' have a baby when we fucking, we ain't never use a rubber
We gon' take our time and do it right, do it right
Take off your panties, leave 'em right here
Girl you know that pussy belongs to me, you know that body is gold to me
Make it last so start it off slow and I'mma speed it up
Sauvignon Blanc, we gon' drink the whole bottle
I'mma pop a molly cause you know it make me tear it up for hours
Pussy so wet, squirting on a nigga she done gave me a shower
Then I put it all in, all in and she get a little louder, oh
Smacking on the booty she done came 'bout three times
She gotta go to work in the morning, so tonight is our free time
And when she get her ass off of work, I'mma take her on a G-5
All around the world, that's my girl we the best when we hide
We gon' take our time and do it right, do it right
Take off your panties, leave 'em right here
Girl you know that pussy belongs to me, you know that body is gold to me
Make it last so start it off slow and I'mma speed it up
Wanna spend the rest of my life with her
She my ride or die, hold it down for me, that's my nigga
You can get it all from me, I got a wedding ring for you baby
All I need is for you to say one word and that's "Yes"
We go anywhere you wanna go
Making love in Italy all way to Monaco
Looking at the water when we pull up to the coast
And a candlelight dinner, celebrate and make a toast
Then it's to the bed, you just tell me when to go
Doing all that freaky shit that's for grown folks
Kissing on that pussy, know you need a little more
All my heart and all my love
We gon' take our time and do it right, do it right
Take off your panties, leave 'em right here
Girl you know that pussy belongs to me, you know that body is gold to me
Make it last so start it off slow and I'mma speed it up
"Fan Of A Fan: The Album" (2015)
- Westside lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga)
- Nothin' Like Me lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga feat. Ty Dolla $ign)
- Ayo lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga)
- Girl You Loud lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga)
- Remember Me lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga)
- I Bet lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga feat. 50 Cent)
- D.G.I.F.U. lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga) (feat. Pusha T)
- Better lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga)
- Lights Out lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga feat. Fat Trel)
- Real One lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga feat. Boosie Badazz)
- Bitches N Marijuana lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga feat. Schoolboy Q)
- She Goin' Up lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga)
- Wrong In The Right Way lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga)
- Bunkin' lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga feat. Jay 305 & T.I.)
- It's Yo Shit lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga feat. Wale)
- Banjo lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga)
Westside lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga)
[Tyga:]
100 thou, 3 kilos, my chain is illegal
My life a Tarantino, tomorrow you in the sequel
It's big dollars fuckin with this big screen
Shouldn't got crazy on the side lately, turn it on screen
Kick it like dojo, know you used to the finer things
Raised from good homes, imagine how that pussy leak
Hood Mona Lis', model for me in that lingerie
Diamond covered rosary, say a prayer then I eat
Downtown penthouse in the city, sleep
All six bitches still high from last week
Back at it, the routine is automatic
They love my ass statics, I love they ass clappin
It's all sex, we do it the best on the west
And see I walk around like I got a S on my chest
As I long ordered, that bitch coming tomorrow
King shit, [?], who think [?], come on
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
I see you workin' that baby
You need to bring your ass to the Westside
Tonight we tryin' to freak some
Bring a friend, bring a friend, it's a threesome
So tell me girl what you drinking?
We gon' have a good time, it's a party
So bring your ass to the Westside
[Chris Brown:]
Look, Virginia nigga on a California king size
Pull your panties to the left, let it G slide
Bonnie & Clyde, ride or die
That's what you need right?
Her daddy OG, she grew up on the East Side
Bumpin' and humpin' like it's nothing, feel like a assmatic
69 her favorite, that's simple mathematics
And she can tell by my eyes I love that ass-clapping
A nigga looking surprised, she got my name tatted
She a fan, fuck any nigga affiliated
Went from drug dealing to [?] graduated
But I deal with her, and let her think she made it
I'mma spend it all, shit I'm just playing baby
A 100k for the strippers, just me and my niggas
After that we party with bitches and sippin' on liquor
Inhalate them niggas, let them tats fly
That's how we do it on the Westside
[Hook]
[Chris Brown:]
You ready? Just give me a sign, girl
Cause that body looks amazing, girl
And I'm ready to give you the time of your life, baby
I think you deserve a change
Girl I'm falling in love tonight, my hand up your thigh
I see you don't give a fuck tonight, girl show you right
Let's not waste our time, like it's a 9 to 5
Me and you, both together
Getting freaky on the Westside
100 thou, 3 kilos, my chain is illegal
My life a Tarantino, tomorrow you in the sequel
It's big dollars fuckin with this big screen
Shouldn't got crazy on the side lately, turn it on screen
Kick it like dojo, know you used to the finer things
Raised from good homes, imagine how that pussy leak
Hood Mona Lis', model for me in that lingerie
Diamond covered rosary, say a prayer then I eat
Downtown penthouse in the city, sleep
All six bitches still high from last week
Back at it, the routine is automatic
They love my ass statics, I love they ass clappin
It's all sex, we do it the best on the west
And see I walk around like I got a S on my chest
As I long ordered, that bitch coming tomorrow
King shit, [?], who think [?], come on
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
I see you workin' that baby
You need to bring your ass to the Westside
Tonight we tryin' to freak some
Bring a friend, bring a friend, it's a threesome
So tell me girl what you drinking?
We gon' have a good time, it's a party
So bring your ass to the Westside
[Chris Brown:]
Look, Virginia nigga on a California king size
Pull your panties to the left, let it G slide
Bonnie & Clyde, ride or die
That's what you need right?
Her daddy OG, she grew up on the East Side
Bumpin' and humpin' like it's nothing, feel like a assmatic
69 her favorite, that's simple mathematics
And she can tell by my eyes I love that ass-clapping
A nigga looking surprised, she got my name tatted
She a fan, fuck any nigga affiliated
Went from drug dealing to [?] graduated
But I deal with her, and let her think she made it
I'mma spend it all, shit I'm just playing baby
A 100k for the strippers, just me and my niggas
After that we party with bitches and sippin' on liquor
Inhalate them niggas, let them tats fly
That's how we do it on the Westside
[Hook]
[Chris Brown:]
You ready? Just give me a sign, girl
Cause that body looks amazing, girl
And I'm ready to give you the time of your life, baby
I think you deserve a change
Girl I'm falling in love tonight, my hand up your thigh
I see you don't give a fuck tonight, girl show you right
Let's not waste our time, like it's a 9 to 5
Me and you, both together
Getting freaky on the Westside
Nothin' Like Me lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga feat. Ty Dolla $ign)
[Hook: Chris Brown]
She don't think that I can change
So I switched from a Benz to a Range
First class to the jet (yeah!)
Got more money than her ex
Way more money than her ex
And he ain't nothing like me, girl
I done showed you shit you never seen, girl
But he ain't nothing like me, girl
[Verse 1: Ty Dolla Sign]
He complain about your spending
I hand you the card, tell you spend it
Master P, no limit
I let you do you, girl
He don't put no gas in your car, nah
We hit the lot and buy cars, girl
He fuck you every blue moon
I hit it till the sun come up
That's why I fuck with you girl
You ain't looking for no come up
Your nigga ain't about his money
He got zeros, I got commas
He buying drinks, I'm buying bottles
We pulling up on Forgiato's
All of my niggas got money
That nigga can't pull out a hundred
[Hook: Chris Brown]
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
I ain't gone start shit
And a nigga ain't worried 'bout the homies
Twerk that shit on me from the front to the back
I know you got a nigga, don't lie
Fuck your boyfriend, not tonight
I'ma make you mine, all night
Damn I'm on your ass can't hide it
Cause all my girls that sing this shit don't want a broke nigga (no)
All they wanna do smoke and drink
And they know what I'm thinking
She choosing (choosing) to fuck with a fly nigga
Your bitch about to change up
I'm the truth, you a lie, nigga
[Hook: Chris Brown]
[Verse 3: Tyga]
More money, most money
Marlon Wayans, tell them niggas ain't shit funny
Tight money, shit too private for your plane money
You coach money, I toast crimes loaf running
Rich nigga, Alpo, Rich Porter
I'm CEO, plus I fucked his granddaughter
I do shit you think about on the toilet
My cup over-running, flowing like Fiji water
And my new bitch sorta like an alcoholic
Bitch my new car, call that bitch "whatchamacallit"
T-Raw (yeah) got pussy calling
OHB L-K, only balling
I came with the tooth filler
In case a nigga wanna score a round with me, nigga
True shit, trill nigga
Put down my hard hat, drill bitches, fuck with me
[Hook: Chris Brown x2]
She don't think that I can change
So I switched from a Benz to a Range
First class to the jet (yeah!)
Got more money than her ex
Way more money than her ex
And he ain't nothing like me, girl
I done showed you shit you never seen, girl
But he ain't nothing like me, girl
[Verse 1: Ty Dolla Sign]
He complain about your spending
I hand you the card, tell you spend it
Master P, no limit
I let you do you, girl
He don't put no gas in your car, nah
We hit the lot and buy cars, girl
He fuck you every blue moon
I hit it till the sun come up
That's why I fuck with you girl
You ain't looking for no come up
Your nigga ain't about his money
He got zeros, I got commas
He buying drinks, I'm buying bottles
We pulling up on Forgiato's
All of my niggas got money
That nigga can't pull out a hundred
[Hook: Chris Brown]
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
I ain't gone start shit
And a nigga ain't worried 'bout the homies
Twerk that shit on me from the front to the back
I know you got a nigga, don't lie
Fuck your boyfriend, not tonight
I'ma make you mine, all night
Damn I'm on your ass can't hide it
Cause all my girls that sing this shit don't want a broke nigga (no)
All they wanna do smoke and drink
And they know what I'm thinking
She choosing (choosing) to fuck with a fly nigga
Your bitch about to change up
I'm the truth, you a lie, nigga
[Hook: Chris Brown]
[Verse 3: Tyga]
More money, most money
Marlon Wayans, tell them niggas ain't shit funny
Tight money, shit too private for your plane money
You coach money, I toast crimes loaf running
Rich nigga, Alpo, Rich Porter
I'm CEO, plus I fucked his granddaughter
I do shit you think about on the toilet
My cup over-running, flowing like Fiji water
And my new bitch sorta like an alcoholic
Bitch my new car, call that bitch "whatchamacallit"
T-Raw (yeah) got pussy calling
OHB L-K, only balling
I came with the tooth filler
In case a nigga wanna score a round with me, nigga
True shit, trill nigga
Put down my hard hat, drill bitches, fuck with me
[Hook: Chris Brown x2]
Ayo lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga)
[Intro:]
I need you [x8]
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
We poppin' like ayo
All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like ayo
I'mma take her ass down when she bring her friend around
Fuck ‘em both like ayo
I'm a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home
We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
But don't be acting like I need you
[Verse 1 - Tyga:]
Ahhh! Aye babe this my new shit
I'm the black Richie Rich with the roof missing
If it don't make dollars it don't make sense
Z, wake up like I gotta get it
And I got an engine full of trunk space
I get money three ways, fucking bitches three ways
7 different foreigns plus she's no hablé
But I make that bitch walk with some cheesecake
Yeah, I'm the coldest nigga, icy
Lookin in the mirror like I wish I can be me
She too into me, I'm more into money
My hobby's her body, that pussy's my lobby
I'mma eat it, I'mma eat it
I won't lie, hope my dick's too conceited
Uh, told her she's my wife for the weekend
But don't be acting like I need you cause we poppin' like
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Ayo
All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like ayo
I'mma take her ass down when she bring her friend around
Fuck ‘em both like ayo
I'm a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home
We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
But don't be acting like I need you
[Verse 2 - Chris Brown:]
I'm in a Rolls, you don't roll right
My chain shine brighter than a strobe light
I'm tryna fuck Coco, this don't concern Ice
If I motor boat, she gonna motorbike
A nigga ain't worried about nothin'
Rehabilitation just had me worried about fucking
Money, decision-making only worried about stuntin
She worried about me, her nigga worried about cuffin'
I wanna see her body (bodyyyy)
And she said get inside of me
I wanna feel you baby (yeahhh)
Just bring the animal right out of me
We lovin', she love it
Especially when I go down on her
Now we fucking, she thugging
Getting loud (cause we poppin' like)
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Ayo
All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like ayo
I'mma take her ass down when she bring her friend around
Fuck ‘em both like ayo
I'm a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home
We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
But don't be acting like I need you
[Verse 3 - Chris Brown (Tyga):]
Huh, look, alright
Now I can spot your bitch from a mile away
Valentine in that pussy, it's a holiday
(Uh, you losin' money, I win mills Dr. J
She's gonna follow my lead, Simon Says)
Paper, paper, I'm riding scrapers in California
Car smell like ammonia, we got that stank on us
(Never been an outcast that stank on ya
From the ghetto but my bitch like Apollonia)
We in the hood, tatted like a Mexican
Car too fast, give a fuck about pedestrians
(In my section less niggas, more lesbians)
Got your bitch, I'm that nigga
(Yeah we poppin' like)
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Ayo
All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like ayo
I'mma take her ass down when she bring her friend around
Fuck ‘em both like ayo
I'm a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home
We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
But don't be acting like I need you
[Outro - Tyga:]
This that fly shit, King shit only
Drop top, no roof - ahhh!
I need you [x8]
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
We poppin' like ayo
All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like ayo
I'mma take her ass down when she bring her friend around
Fuck ‘em both like ayo
I'm a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home
We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
But don't be acting like I need you
[Verse 1 - Tyga:]
Ahhh! Aye babe this my new shit
I'm the black Richie Rich with the roof missing
If it don't make dollars it don't make sense
Z, wake up like I gotta get it
And I got an engine full of trunk space
I get money three ways, fucking bitches three ways
7 different foreigns plus she's no hablé
But I make that bitch walk with some cheesecake
Yeah, I'm the coldest nigga, icy
Lookin in the mirror like I wish I can be me
She too into me, I'm more into money
My hobby's her body, that pussy's my lobby
I'mma eat it, I'mma eat it
I won't lie, hope my dick's too conceited
Uh, told her she's my wife for the weekend
But don't be acting like I need you cause we poppin' like
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Ayo
All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like ayo
I'mma take her ass down when she bring her friend around
Fuck ‘em both like ayo
I'm a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home
We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
But don't be acting like I need you
[Verse 2 - Chris Brown:]
I'm in a Rolls, you don't roll right
My chain shine brighter than a strobe light
I'm tryna fuck Coco, this don't concern Ice
If I motor boat, she gonna motorbike
A nigga ain't worried about nothin'
Rehabilitation just had me worried about fucking
Money, decision-making only worried about stuntin
She worried about me, her nigga worried about cuffin'
I wanna see her body (bodyyyy)
And she said get inside of me
I wanna feel you baby (yeahhh)
Just bring the animal right out of me
We lovin', she love it
Especially when I go down on her
Now we fucking, she thugging
Getting loud (cause we poppin' like)
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Ayo
All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like ayo
I'mma take her ass down when she bring her friend around
Fuck ‘em both like ayo
I'm a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home
We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
But don't be acting like I need you
[Verse 3 - Chris Brown (Tyga):]
Huh, look, alright
Now I can spot your bitch from a mile away
Valentine in that pussy, it's a holiday
(Uh, you losin' money, I win mills Dr. J
She's gonna follow my lead, Simon Says)
Paper, paper, I'm riding scrapers in California
Car smell like ammonia, we got that stank on us
(Never been an outcast that stank on ya
From the ghetto but my bitch like Apollonia)
We in the hood, tatted like a Mexican
Car too fast, give a fuck about pedestrians
(In my section less niggas, more lesbians)
Got your bitch, I'm that nigga
(Yeah we poppin' like)
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Ayo
All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like ayo
I'mma take her ass down when she bring her friend around
Fuck ‘em both like ayo
I'm a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home
We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
But don't be acting like I need you
[Outro - Tyga:]
This that fly shit, King shit only
Drop top, no roof - ahhh!
Girl You Loud lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga)
[Intro - Tyga:]
Niggas won't ride for you, niggas won't die for you
Bitch I'll ride for you, niggas won't die for you
Fuckin' in the mornin', makin' love, fuckin' in the mornin'
Wakin' up, fuckin' in the mornin', niggas won't ride for you
[Hook x2 - Chris Brown:]
I'm 'bout to get up on that ass right now
Just love me, love me down, now
And you a smoker, I'ma roll up, you blow it down
One more, oh, oh, girl you loud
[Verse 1 - Tyga:]
I put that diamond in you, boo
Put on your favorite birthday suit
I hit them lights, we in the mood
I'ma slide inside and don't you move
Scorpio, sex drive for two
Who else you know would die for you?
Them niggas ain't livin' that shit
I showed you shit them niggas won't ever do
This year I do my thing
'Bout to put that def to shame
So high, eyes low
How you scream my name the only time you use in vain
But I swear this time no foreplay and games
Shoot it straight to your naval ring, put it back in, go again
Lookin' at this mess we made but I can't take the blame
[Pre-Hook - Both:]
This your bed, you lay in it
I'ma lick it up, girl gon' play with it
Taste so good, I put my face in it
Now she runnin' from the dick, I told her stay with it
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2 - Chris Brown:]
Yeah you are
Steppin' on my heart
You're so cold right now
And you tried to lay me down
But I'm not scared of death, girl
If I die, my love ain't gon' change
Cause we're in deep, hold your breath, girl
Baby I'm in so deep, and you just wanna be loud all night, girl
[Pre-Hook]
[Hook]
[Pre-Hook]
[Hook]
Niggas won't ride for you, niggas won't die for you
Bitch I'll ride for you, niggas won't die for you
Fuckin' in the mornin', makin' love, fuckin' in the mornin'
Wakin' up, fuckin' in the mornin', niggas won't ride for you
[Hook x2 - Chris Brown:]
I'm 'bout to get up on that ass right now
Just love me, love me down, now
And you a smoker, I'ma roll up, you blow it down
One more, oh, oh, girl you loud
[Verse 1 - Tyga:]
I put that diamond in you, boo
Put on your favorite birthday suit
I hit them lights, we in the mood
I'ma slide inside and don't you move
Scorpio, sex drive for two
Who else you know would die for you?
Them niggas ain't livin' that shit
I showed you shit them niggas won't ever do
This year I do my thing
'Bout to put that def to shame
So high, eyes low
How you scream my name the only time you use in vain
But I swear this time no foreplay and games
Shoot it straight to your naval ring, put it back in, go again
Lookin' at this mess we made but I can't take the blame
[Pre-Hook - Both:]
This your bed, you lay in it
I'ma lick it up, girl gon' play with it
Taste so good, I put my face in it
Now she runnin' from the dick, I told her stay with it
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2 - Chris Brown:]
Yeah you are
Steppin' on my heart
You're so cold right now
And you tried to lay me down
But I'm not scared of death, girl
If I die, my love ain't gon' change
Cause we're in deep, hold your breath, girl
Baby I'm in so deep, and you just wanna be loud all night, girl
[Pre-Hook]
[Hook]
[Pre-Hook]
[Hook]
Remember Me lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga)
[Hook: Chris Brown & (Tyga)]
Girl you know we got the time
Got that pussy on my mind
Later on, what are we doing?
I know you're ready, show that ass
Girl you looking so bad, getting horny watching you do it
Girl I wanna kiss it, while you kissin your girlfriends
I wanna see a whole lot of licking, that's a memory
(Yeah, bet I make that pussy remember me)
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
I be banging all on that beat
808, she got the bass when her booty shake
She got her friends with her and they a sight to see
All that ass, don't let it go to waste
All this Hennessy, the liquor, 'bout to penetrate
While I'm pushing Lamborghini's on the interstate
I long-dick her, I'ma go for hours
You minute-made like lemonade
I'm fresh as fuck in these Margielas
I skate past a nigga better than veterans
Bipolar cold, give me the medicine
My chain too bright, no Thomas Edison
When I pull it out, bitch nervous
Better ride this wave - bitch, surf it
Girl, you better keep them legs open
The only thing you close is these curtains
And she only got time for a nigga if I take her out to eat
A nigga really gotta motivate
Man, that's too much work for the pussy
I don't work for the pussy, nigga really don't communicate
I'd rather lick it like a dinner plate
I'd rather keep my money in a safe
Bitch, I ain't got time to play
I need it now, not a minute late
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Tyga]
Drive your head to a king, nigga
Dream house, my dream's bigger
Got a deck of cards if my heart switch up
Ace of spades, her eyes lit up
Diamonds glitter in my car, thriller
She pray for me, that's god willin
I'm hard to break my boss prison
Her new name : Ass-Zilla
She love a nigga and that pussy tight
Come thru, fuck you all night
Some foreplay, that's all right
But she rather do number 69
High notes, it's prime time
On a couch, hit it from behind
Hit you with that large stroke
Now she fiendin' for that good dope, yeah
That's my bae, she cook and clean and I got it made
Handcuff like she a slave, touch ya, let ya tongue taste
So high, no ceiling space
Numb to it, can't feel her face
Yeah, she numb to it, can't feel her face
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Blowing up my line on the cellular
She wanna lock a nigga down, on the regular
Talking crazy to me like she own the dick
But I don't trust her as far as I can throw the bitch
Momma told me to find a keeper
But I switch like designer sneakers
A girl with the finest features
Every nigga wanna talk to her
But I got her first, finders keepers
Violins in the back, is my theme music
Her ass on my mind, I dream booty
Any nigga tryna fuck my bitch
Then its off with his head, how kings do it
My rings ruby
Red bandana, I stay woopin'
Got too many cribs, I stay movin'
Three Lambos, I stay coupin'
Yeah, but you don't hear me though
Virginia to the Westside
My car foreign, the girl sit on the left side
Smokin' weed on the plane, that's the best high
She gotta sign the waiver 'fore I let her fly
It's helipads on the boat
Chilling in the South of France, Saint-Tropez, Nice, Monaco
But nothing compare to what's in my pants
Girl, stop playing!
[Hook]
Girl you know we got the time
Got that pussy on my mind
Later on, what are we doing?
I know you're ready, show that ass
Girl you looking so bad, getting horny watching you do it
Girl I wanna kiss it, while you kissin your girlfriends
I wanna see a whole lot of licking, that's a memory
(Yeah, bet I make that pussy remember me)
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
I be banging all on that beat
808, she got the bass when her booty shake
She got her friends with her and they a sight to see
All that ass, don't let it go to waste
All this Hennessy, the liquor, 'bout to penetrate
While I'm pushing Lamborghini's on the interstate
I long-dick her, I'ma go for hours
You minute-made like lemonade
I'm fresh as fuck in these Margielas
I skate past a nigga better than veterans
Bipolar cold, give me the medicine
My chain too bright, no Thomas Edison
When I pull it out, bitch nervous
Better ride this wave - bitch, surf it
Girl, you better keep them legs open
The only thing you close is these curtains
And she only got time for a nigga if I take her out to eat
A nigga really gotta motivate
Man, that's too much work for the pussy
I don't work for the pussy, nigga really don't communicate
I'd rather lick it like a dinner plate
I'd rather keep my money in a safe
Bitch, I ain't got time to play
I need it now, not a minute late
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Tyga]
Drive your head to a king, nigga
Dream house, my dream's bigger
Got a deck of cards if my heart switch up
Ace of spades, her eyes lit up
Diamonds glitter in my car, thriller
She pray for me, that's god willin
I'm hard to break my boss prison
Her new name : Ass-Zilla
She love a nigga and that pussy tight
Come thru, fuck you all night
Some foreplay, that's all right
But she rather do number 69
High notes, it's prime time
On a couch, hit it from behind
Hit you with that large stroke
Now she fiendin' for that good dope, yeah
That's my bae, she cook and clean and I got it made
Handcuff like she a slave, touch ya, let ya tongue taste
So high, no ceiling space
Numb to it, can't feel her face
Yeah, she numb to it, can't feel her face
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Blowing up my line on the cellular
She wanna lock a nigga down, on the regular
Talking crazy to me like she own the dick
But I don't trust her as far as I can throw the bitch
Momma told me to find a keeper
But I switch like designer sneakers
A girl with the finest features
Every nigga wanna talk to her
But I got her first, finders keepers
Violins in the back, is my theme music
Her ass on my mind, I dream booty
Any nigga tryna fuck my bitch
Then its off with his head, how kings do it
My rings ruby
Red bandana, I stay woopin'
Got too many cribs, I stay movin'
Three Lambos, I stay coupin'
Yeah, but you don't hear me though
Virginia to the Westside
My car foreign, the girl sit on the left side
Smokin' weed on the plane, that's the best high
She gotta sign the waiver 'fore I let her fly
It's helipads on the boat
Chilling in the South of France, Saint-Tropez, Nice, Monaco
But nothing compare to what's in my pants
Girl, stop playing!
[Hook]
I Bet lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga feat. 50 Cent)
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Shawty wanna leave with a nigga, I bet
Cause she wanna be on TV with a nigga, I bet
Bet you never thought that she would cheat on you, nigga, I bet
Don't be mad at me
I pull that chopper out and squeeze on you niggas
No sympathy for you niggas
[Verse 1 - Chris Brown:]
Ho, shut the fuck up, miss me with the bullshit
Balling like a bitch, all my niggas hood rich
Bring some bitches to the crib, show 'em what the wood is
Your bitch look like shanayay, nah-uh, oh my goodness
It's 500, that be the block
Then you see that ghetto bird when you hear the shots
Where the plug at? Tell him meet me at the docks
Sent the little homie through, it might be the cops
Hold up, I'm getting money, boy
Your girl want me cause I got them toys
Rari's and the Bentleys and the bender doors
Double decker buses and them private jets I spend it on
Painted on the Maserati, look like it been shitted on
Make her lift her skirt up, if she nervous I'm a pervert
I be in the pussy deep, a nigga fuckin' up her cervex
Leave the condoms on the bed, man, I do that shit on purpose
Cause I hope a nigga see it when he comin' home from work
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Tyga:]
I got a hundred on it
She ain't faithful to you, nigga
Word around town, you know thots get around
Nah, she testify, wouldn't trust her, homie
I gave her fuck what you know, makes no sense you, ho
Rolls gas pedals, Pockets on roseo
Rosetta, my stones ain't meant for the home, bitch
So comfortable, now get your ass off my couch, bitch
Bounce shit, mouse shit, put in your mouth shit
I've been playin' with the pussy, time to put that thing in
Bang it, I'm bangin', my binger off safety
I'm slayin', she chased it, she swallowed, she wasted
Fuckin' amazin', pump out that bass like freebasin'
It's a rough demonstration, the mileage, replace it
Come again, I replay it, speed it up, I'm speed racer
Bet if you catch her lyin' she gonna reverse it cause
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - 50 Cent:]
I bet your bitch’ll be ready when I say I’m finna leave
We only fuck with the foreigns, Ferrari horse on them keys
You be that nigga she call on when she need someone to love
I be that nigga, we just turn up, we just ball out n fuck
After the thuggin' I be nuttin' in her mouth like this
And you come home like, honey, I'm home, come and give me kiss
It's not a thing for me, really not a thing for me
We from different sets, why your bitch wanna bang with me?
All the time, all the time, I be on the grind
Hoes look at me, the dollar signs run across they mind
It's the paper, they know a nigga get it, get it
Shawty gone be with it, let a nigga get it, hold up in it
[Hook]
[Outro:]
Ya'll bitchass niggas got me fucked up. I'm not fuckin' yall niggas. I don't give a fuck who ya'll is. And I don't give a fuck if you Chris Brown or Tyga. And ya'll not giving me my coin. I wanna be on TV, I wanna be on Love and Hip Hop, on Hollywood and shit. Don't get it fucked up
Shawty wanna leave with a nigga, I bet
Cause she wanna be on TV with a nigga, I bet
Bet you never thought that she would cheat on you, nigga, I bet
Don't be mad at me
I pull that chopper out and squeeze on you niggas
No sympathy for you niggas
[Verse 1 - Chris Brown:]
Ho, shut the fuck up, miss me with the bullshit
Balling like a bitch, all my niggas hood rich
Bring some bitches to the crib, show 'em what the wood is
Your bitch look like shanayay, nah-uh, oh my goodness
It's 500, that be the block
Then you see that ghetto bird when you hear the shots
Where the plug at? Tell him meet me at the docks
Sent the little homie through, it might be the cops
Hold up, I'm getting money, boy
Your girl want me cause I got them toys
Rari's and the Bentleys and the bender doors
Double decker buses and them private jets I spend it on
Painted on the Maserati, look like it been shitted on
Make her lift her skirt up, if she nervous I'm a pervert
I be in the pussy deep, a nigga fuckin' up her cervex
Leave the condoms on the bed, man, I do that shit on purpose
Cause I hope a nigga see it when he comin' home from work
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Tyga:]
I got a hundred on it
She ain't faithful to you, nigga
Word around town, you know thots get around
Nah, she testify, wouldn't trust her, homie
I gave her fuck what you know, makes no sense you, ho
Rolls gas pedals, Pockets on roseo
Rosetta, my stones ain't meant for the home, bitch
So comfortable, now get your ass off my couch, bitch
Bounce shit, mouse shit, put in your mouth shit
I've been playin' with the pussy, time to put that thing in
Bang it, I'm bangin', my binger off safety
I'm slayin', she chased it, she swallowed, she wasted
Fuckin' amazin', pump out that bass like freebasin'
It's a rough demonstration, the mileage, replace it
Come again, I replay it, speed it up, I'm speed racer
Bet if you catch her lyin' she gonna reverse it cause
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - 50 Cent:]
I bet your bitch’ll be ready when I say I’m finna leave
We only fuck with the foreigns, Ferrari horse on them keys
You be that nigga she call on when she need someone to love
I be that nigga, we just turn up, we just ball out n fuck
After the thuggin' I be nuttin' in her mouth like this
And you come home like, honey, I'm home, come and give me kiss
It's not a thing for me, really not a thing for me
We from different sets, why your bitch wanna bang with me?
All the time, all the time, I be on the grind
Hoes look at me, the dollar signs run across they mind
It's the paper, they know a nigga get it, get it
Shawty gone be with it, let a nigga get it, hold up in it
[Hook]
[Outro:]
Ya'll bitchass niggas got me fucked up. I'm not fuckin' yall niggas. I don't give a fuck who ya'll is. And I don't give a fuck if you Chris Brown or Tyga. And ya'll not giving me my coin. I wanna be on TV, I wanna be on Love and Hip Hop, on Hollywood and shit. Don't get it fucked up
D.G.I.F.U. lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga) (feat. Pusha T)
[Tyga:]
Ya'll know me, the still same OG, young T-Y-G
Hated on by most these niggas
But I still keep shittin' on niggas lowkey
I don't fuck with you to the third degree
I keep a G, DMV, you owe a three
Schemin' on the low, tryna make a nigga profitly
All I do is get money, fuck, and sleep
I should run for mayor
Been runnin' shit, you barely maintain your bitch
No, this ain’t no lets say regular degular shit
Break a neck on some Busta shit
Souls of Mischief aww shit
I be on til infinity
Don't predict, bitch, what I'm gonna do
Cause chances are I've outdone you
And most of my so called enemies
Spit your game, talk your shit
Grab your gat, call your clique
Ball so hard I don’t need the assist
I’m the best so I keep saying that shit
Nigga, you should too
If you knew what this game'll do to you
Look at bullshit that I've been through
This the drive through and shit on you
[Hook - Tyga:]
Don't get it fucked up
Yesterday I was the freshest nigga in America
I swear to God I ain't lyin', bruh, I ain't lyin' bruh
In America
Don't get it fucked up
Niggas talkin' bout oh shit
I pull up they like oh shit
Now look whose talkin', bitch
Now look whose talkin', bitch, yeah
Don't get it fucked up
I do this shit for my, I do this shit for my
Do this shit for my loved ones
Don't get it fucked up
I do this shit for my, I do this shit for my
I don't trust niggas, I only trust funds nigga
[Chris Brown:]
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say
But nothin' comes out when they move they lips
This extended clip will make Buddha shit
Shawty comin' and pullin' up with them hooter tips
Never use a nigga, but she abuse the dick
I lick the pussy, let it air dry
We in a boat, nigga, right off the coast
European or Caribbean, I'm sweatin' out my hair dye
So don't get it fucked up
I got a handful of matches, fuckin' with a bad bitch
All my niggas is savages, better loc up
Damn ,it's a tragedy, all of these casualties
Metal through his body, nigga, check his anatomy, oh shit
Why you pillow talkin'? That's ho shit
Nigga, you a geek, still talkin' 'bout me fucking yo' bitch
I can't lie, can't lie
I got a bunch of bad hoes and a wife on the side
I believe I can fly, I'm the shit now
Wanna be like Mike when I die
Step right up, can't name any nigga that can fuck with us
I'mma bring the pain, we gon' be the game-changers
All in your face, I'm bustin' nuts
[Hook]
[Pusha T:]
Did ya'll think I would let my dough freeze?
Ho, please! Better bow down on both knees
Who you think taught you to throw P's?
Who you think taught you to rap keys?
Dress Dries, Phillip Limb, SLP's
Like Snoop D-O-double G
Nigga murda was the case so motherfuck the police
Ya'll niggas soft like Emojis, with the heart eyes
Ya'll part skies, ya'll cloud killas
We aimin' niggas, my soldiers blacker than apartheid
We coupe niggas, you niggas riding four doors
Like Uber nigga, we pilin' all of your whores
On the canopy my stamina be
Enough for Pamela Anderson Lee
My Katy Perry ain't afraid to carry
That shit you sniff, Taylor Swift
Niggas talk yet it remains a myth
I never seen it, they only dream it
They rap about it, do interviews
With they toy cars and they little jewels
[Hook]
Ya'll know me, the still same OG, young T-Y-G
Hated on by most these niggas
But I still keep shittin' on niggas lowkey
I don't fuck with you to the third degree
I keep a G, DMV, you owe a three
Schemin' on the low, tryna make a nigga profitly
All I do is get money, fuck, and sleep
I should run for mayor
Been runnin' shit, you barely maintain your bitch
No, this ain’t no lets say regular degular shit
Break a neck on some Busta shit
Souls of Mischief aww shit
I be on til infinity
Don't predict, bitch, what I'm gonna do
Cause chances are I've outdone you
And most of my so called enemies
Spit your game, talk your shit
Grab your gat, call your clique
Ball so hard I don’t need the assist
I’m the best so I keep saying that shit
Nigga, you should too
If you knew what this game'll do to you
Look at bullshit that I've been through
This the drive through and shit on you
[Hook - Tyga:]
Don't get it fucked up
Yesterday I was the freshest nigga in America
I swear to God I ain't lyin', bruh, I ain't lyin' bruh
In America
Don't get it fucked up
Niggas talkin' bout oh shit
I pull up they like oh shit
Now look whose talkin', bitch
Now look whose talkin', bitch, yeah
Don't get it fucked up
I do this shit for my, I do this shit for my
Do this shit for my loved ones
Don't get it fucked up
I do this shit for my, I do this shit for my
I don't trust niggas, I only trust funds nigga
[Chris Brown:]
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say
But nothin' comes out when they move they lips
This extended clip will make Buddha shit
Shawty comin' and pullin' up with them hooter tips
Never use a nigga, but she abuse the dick
I lick the pussy, let it air dry
We in a boat, nigga, right off the coast
European or Caribbean, I'm sweatin' out my hair dye
So don't get it fucked up
I got a handful of matches, fuckin' with a bad bitch
All my niggas is savages, better loc up
Damn ,it's a tragedy, all of these casualties
Metal through his body, nigga, check his anatomy, oh shit
Why you pillow talkin'? That's ho shit
Nigga, you a geek, still talkin' 'bout me fucking yo' bitch
I can't lie, can't lie
I got a bunch of bad hoes and a wife on the side
I believe I can fly, I'm the shit now
Wanna be like Mike when I die
Step right up, can't name any nigga that can fuck with us
I'mma bring the pain, we gon' be the game-changers
All in your face, I'm bustin' nuts
[Hook]
[Pusha T:]
Did ya'll think I would let my dough freeze?
Ho, please! Better bow down on both knees
Who you think taught you to throw P's?
Who you think taught you to rap keys?
Dress Dries, Phillip Limb, SLP's
Like Snoop D-O-double G
Nigga murda was the case so motherfuck the police
Ya'll niggas soft like Emojis, with the heart eyes
Ya'll part skies, ya'll cloud killas
We aimin' niggas, my soldiers blacker than apartheid
We coupe niggas, you niggas riding four doors
Like Uber nigga, we pilin' all of your whores
On the canopy my stamina be
Enough for Pamela Anderson Lee
My Katy Perry ain't afraid to carry
That shit you sniff, Taylor Swift
Niggas talk yet it remains a myth
I never seen it, they only dream it
They rap about it, do interviews
With they toy cars and they little jewels
[Hook]
Better lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga)
[Verse 1 - Tyga:]
I love women and power, we used to sit and talk for hours
On the balcony, my condo play your favorite, shawty
No love lost, just the perfect soulmate, that's all
It's my fault, caught in a rupture
Should've been you I was touchin', I knew it wasn't
My ego, I was buzzin' but not how you wanted
Too busy tryna flaunt it, like I just bought it
You know them bitches 'round you can't hold water
This s'posed to be our moment
These pills set it, I'm feelin' better
Called you to tell you I love you
But you too busy with some other shit, I'm guessin'
No texts, no proof, no voice messages
How we become enemies so effortless?
Or was I blind when you was naked?
Or high when you was level
Know time is of the essence
No lie, I live and regret it
Decisions I made, embedded in my mind
Hate to admit it, but I gotta say it one time
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Should've treated you right
But every night I was livin' life in the fast lane
I should've put my focus on you
In the club every night
I just get it wrong when you do right
And I keep just fillin' your head with the lies
This shit comes with a price
A nigga should've loved you better
A nigga should've loved you better
A nigga should've loved you better
A nigga should've loved you
[Verse 2 - Chris Brown:]
What happened to me, babe?
This ain't who you fell in love with
You say you need space
Don't do this
Just look at me, one more time
I know I fucked up but I'm tryin' to please you
I'ma give you all
And your heartache and pain's gonna stop
Baby right here
Don't walk away
There is no one left to call
Don't wanna be alone when you disappear
I know I hurt you more than three times
Now you need me time
Fuck I'm s'posed to do in the meantime?
Then she told me "figure it out"
[Hook]
I love women and power, we used to sit and talk for hours
On the balcony, my condo play your favorite, shawty
No love lost, just the perfect soulmate, that's all
It's my fault, caught in a rupture
Should've been you I was touchin', I knew it wasn't
My ego, I was buzzin' but not how you wanted
Too busy tryna flaunt it, like I just bought it
You know them bitches 'round you can't hold water
This s'posed to be our moment
These pills set it, I'm feelin' better
Called you to tell you I love you
But you too busy with some other shit, I'm guessin'
No texts, no proof, no voice messages
How we become enemies so effortless?
Or was I blind when you was naked?
Or high when you was level
Know time is of the essence
No lie, I live and regret it
Decisions I made, embedded in my mind
Hate to admit it, but I gotta say it one time
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Should've treated you right
But every night I was livin' life in the fast lane
I should've put my focus on you
In the club every night
I just get it wrong when you do right
And I keep just fillin' your head with the lies
This shit comes with a price
A nigga should've loved you better
A nigga should've loved you better
A nigga should've loved you better
A nigga should've loved you
[Verse 2 - Chris Brown:]
What happened to me, babe?
This ain't who you fell in love with
You say you need space
Don't do this
Just look at me, one more time
I know I fucked up but I'm tryin' to please you
I'ma give you all
And your heartache and pain's gonna stop
Baby right here
Don't walk away
There is no one left to call
Don't wanna be alone when you disappear
I know I hurt you more than three times
Now you need me time
Fuck I'm s'posed to do in the meantime?
Then she told me "figure it out"
[Hook]
Lights Out lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga feat. Fat Trel)
[Chris Brown:]
Girl just come home with me
You in the passenger side when I'm drivin'
Girl you kissin' all on me
Lickin' my neck when my hand's on your thigh
And I'm makin' that pussy leak
Knowin' just what you want
Cause you ain't had dick in a week
And I know that you're a freak
[Pre-Hook - Chris Brown:]
Girl I know you're down for playin'
I know you're listenin' to what I'm sayin'
Your body done started up this conversation
We should really take this inside, when I'm inside
Girl, let's get it
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
We party all night, then you leave in the mornin'
Girl when you ride it, act like you're performin'
You a bad mothafucka, you the shit right now
Play your position, we switchin' positions, lights out
[Chris Brown:]
Girl I'm 'bout [?] and I'ma eat it on the floor
You'll see what you mean to me but first I need you on all fours
Now ass up, face down, when we're lovin'
Slow motion, in and out
Girl when you rain, I'ma break you off
Really need to take them panties off
Your body on my body, drippin' wet, baby
Lickin' on it got my dick way too hard
Girl I'm just in it explorin'
I got the camera recordin'
Makin' that pussy too soft and
You get it again in the mornin'
[Pre-Hook]
[Hook]
[Tyga:]
Drop funds on some new shit right now
I ain't talkin' yesterday, I mean right now
New Audemars for you and this lifestyle
Lingerie on, got you all wified down
Where you wanna be right now?
Ride on my top, now you all on my top
What you wanna be right now?
Got you all in my palms and that ass is the bomb
Versatile, got your Versace on
Fur, on the couch, lips soft, fresh out the shower
25th hour, eat it like [?] chow
Lick it down, yeah, use your mouth
Light up a blunt and we're zoned to the mornin'
Back to the sex and performin'
This time I'ma make sure it's recordin'
(When I take you down, down)
[Fat Trel:]
Called me on the phone and she opened up the door
I be skippin' all the kissin', get to hittin' it on the floor
Take it to the kitchen, so many different positions
Fuck her real slow, she talkin', I like to listen
On the roll with it, she don't like to pay attention
All this money on my mind but the pussy what I'm missin'
Skip the penitentiary, I'm [?] whipped
Sneakin', we freakin', no sleep on the weekend
But I just wanna hit it by the lake
From the back, from the front while I'm grippin' on her face
I just wanna give her what you can't
Fly her all around the world, poppin' bottles of the Ace
I just wanna take her to the bank
Shoppin' trip, what you get? DC, LA
I should let her meet CB, he a freak
She could give my young nigga what he needs
[Pre-Hook]
[Hook]
Girl just come home with me
You in the passenger side when I'm drivin'
Girl you kissin' all on me
Lickin' my neck when my hand's on your thigh
And I'm makin' that pussy leak
Knowin' just what you want
Cause you ain't had dick in a week
And I know that you're a freak
[Pre-Hook - Chris Brown:]
Girl I know you're down for playin'
I know you're listenin' to what I'm sayin'
Your body done started up this conversation
We should really take this inside, when I'm inside
Girl, let's get it
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
We party all night, then you leave in the mornin'
Girl when you ride it, act like you're performin'
You a bad mothafucka, you the shit right now
Play your position, we switchin' positions, lights out
[Chris Brown:]
Girl I'm 'bout [?] and I'ma eat it on the floor
You'll see what you mean to me but first I need you on all fours
Now ass up, face down, when we're lovin'
Slow motion, in and out
Girl when you rain, I'ma break you off
Really need to take them panties off
Your body on my body, drippin' wet, baby
Lickin' on it got my dick way too hard
Girl I'm just in it explorin'
I got the camera recordin'
Makin' that pussy too soft and
You get it again in the mornin'
[Pre-Hook]
[Hook]
[Tyga:]
Drop funds on some new shit right now
I ain't talkin' yesterday, I mean right now
New Audemars for you and this lifestyle
Lingerie on, got you all wified down
Where you wanna be right now?
Ride on my top, now you all on my top
What you wanna be right now?
Got you all in my palms and that ass is the bomb
Versatile, got your Versace on
Fur, on the couch, lips soft, fresh out the shower
25th hour, eat it like [?] chow
Lick it down, yeah, use your mouth
Light up a blunt and we're zoned to the mornin'
Back to the sex and performin'
This time I'ma make sure it's recordin'
(When I take you down, down)
[Fat Trel:]
Called me on the phone and she opened up the door
I be skippin' all the kissin', get to hittin' it on the floor
Take it to the kitchen, so many different positions
Fuck her real slow, she talkin', I like to listen
On the roll with it, she don't like to pay attention
All this money on my mind but the pussy what I'm missin'
Skip the penitentiary, I'm [?] whipped
Sneakin', we freakin', no sleep on the weekend
But I just wanna hit it by the lake
From the back, from the front while I'm grippin' on her face
I just wanna give her what you can't
Fly her all around the world, poppin' bottles of the Ace
I just wanna take her to the bank
Shoppin' trip, what you get? DC, LA
I should let her meet CB, he a freak
She could give my young nigga what he needs
[Pre-Hook]
[Hook]
Real One lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga feat. Boosie Badazz)
Yeah
Give a fuck about ya nigga, baby
That nigga weak
[Tyga:]
Aye baby, you baby
That's some good pussy we can make a new baby
Fuck you in the Maybach, fuck a room baby
I use my tongue, use your mouth, watch your tooth baby
Dick ain't proper got a lot of bodies
And the house game Hilton, got a lot of lobbies
Bitches overnight it, what you know 'bout it?
T-Raww whip out, tap out
[Pre-Hook - Chris Brown:]
I got 'em all hooked like drugs
And all them tryin' to fuck with a young nigga
Pulled up to the club like what
Straight to V.I.P
Double cuppin' I stay too turned up
Cause we poppin' bottles in here
Baby I'm just tryin' to party, yeah
Cause I'm the man of the year
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
I'm tryin' to get a little buzz
Party poppin' and a nigga spendin' money
Hope I get fucked up
I see your girl lookin' over, at me
She wanna turn up
I can tell by the look in her face
That she ain't happy with you, nigga
And I can bet that I'm gon' get her
And I don't, I don't really care if, if you gotta man
You over there starin', at me, at me, yeah
Guess your nigga too lame, huh?
Girl I bet you want a real one, yeah
You want a real one, yeah
You want a real one
[Chris Brown:]
Girl I know you wanna jump up on it right there, right there
Cause everybody in the club gettin' faded
A hundred thousand dollar tab, I'mma pay it
Girl the party's jumpin', DJ's bumpin' my shit, oh yeah
Got everybody in the club lookin' at us
I'm at the top I just climbed up the ladder, real shit
Girl you givin' me the screw face
I know them bitches hatin' you, yeah they two-faced
I know he told you not to drink but what do you say?
I know he tryin' to lock you down like me and Boosie
Fuck that nigga, my middle finger up
Fuck a rap nigga, you just want a singer, huh?
I'm with this shit and you love it
Go on and twerk some for me
[Hook]
[Boosie Badazz:]
Turn, turn, turn, turn up
Stop stuntin' that nigga
We straight I got more money than that nigga
She ain't loyal cause he ain't me
Go to jail she gon' need me like [?]
She want a real one, oh she want some
Look at all this money over here, she want some
She ain't thirsty
But when you that bad every chick need bags and purses
Scorpio says girl my tongue on her
[?] me all day we just press record
Ten million in two months, God bless me girl
You over there starin', next me girl
Them hotties is flockin' it's three in the mornin'
Them bodies is poppin' she's feelin' the moment
She gotta man, I ain't worried about that
Got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta respect
[Chris Brown:]
And I don't, I don't really care if, if you gotta man
You over there starin', at me, at me, yeah
Guess your nigga too lame, huh?
Girl I bet you want a real one, yeah
You want a real one, yeah
You want a real one
Give a fuck about ya nigga, baby
That nigga weak
[Tyga:]
Aye baby, you baby
That's some good pussy we can make a new baby
Fuck you in the Maybach, fuck a room baby
I use my tongue, use your mouth, watch your tooth baby
Dick ain't proper got a lot of bodies
And the house game Hilton, got a lot of lobbies
Bitches overnight it, what you know 'bout it?
T-Raww whip out, tap out
[Pre-Hook - Chris Brown:]
I got 'em all hooked like drugs
And all them tryin' to fuck with a young nigga
Pulled up to the club like what
Straight to V.I.P
Double cuppin' I stay too turned up
Cause we poppin' bottles in here
Baby I'm just tryin' to party, yeah
Cause I'm the man of the year
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
I'm tryin' to get a little buzz
Party poppin' and a nigga spendin' money
Hope I get fucked up
I see your girl lookin' over, at me
She wanna turn up
I can tell by the look in her face
That she ain't happy with you, nigga
And I can bet that I'm gon' get her
And I don't, I don't really care if, if you gotta man
You over there starin', at me, at me, yeah
Guess your nigga too lame, huh?
Girl I bet you want a real one, yeah
You want a real one, yeah
You want a real one
[Chris Brown:]
Girl I know you wanna jump up on it right there, right there
Cause everybody in the club gettin' faded
A hundred thousand dollar tab, I'mma pay it
Girl the party's jumpin', DJ's bumpin' my shit, oh yeah
Got everybody in the club lookin' at us
I'm at the top I just climbed up the ladder, real shit
Girl you givin' me the screw face
I know them bitches hatin' you, yeah they two-faced
I know he told you not to drink but what do you say?
I know he tryin' to lock you down like me and Boosie
Fuck that nigga, my middle finger up
Fuck a rap nigga, you just want a singer, huh?
I'm with this shit and you love it
Go on and twerk some for me
[Hook]
[Boosie Badazz:]
Turn, turn, turn, turn up
Stop stuntin' that nigga
We straight I got more money than that nigga
She ain't loyal cause he ain't me
Go to jail she gon' need me like [?]
She want a real one, oh she want some
Look at all this money over here, she want some
She ain't thirsty
But when you that bad every chick need bags and purses
Scorpio says girl my tongue on her
[?] me all day we just press record
Ten million in two months, God bless me girl
You over there starin', next me girl
Them hotties is flockin' it's three in the mornin'
Them bodies is poppin' she's feelin' the moment
She gotta man, I ain't worried about that
Got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta respect
[Chris Brown:]
And I don't, I don't really care if, if you gotta man
You over there starin', at me, at me, yeah
Guess your nigga too lame, huh?
Girl I bet you want a real one, yeah
You want a real one, yeah
You want a real one
Bitches N Marijuana lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga feat. Schoolboy Q)
[Chorus - Chris Brown:]
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches n marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you a problem
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches n marijuana
I got 'em, I got 'em
Ooh, she bad, she don't do it for free
I got em, I got em
Got bitches n marijuana
[Tyga:]
T-ballin', globetrotter
Got a bunch of pre-rolls and a gold lighter
Think you on fire? You gon' need more fire
I tell her that's all you get like Street Fighter
Nah, walk with me, talk to me
That body cold, chess game like a pawn to me
She wanna ride with me, kick it and vibe with me
I got that long clip, fall asleep to the movie
Motherfuckin' goonies, Cartier rubies
Coupe, no top, yeah I took off the Kufi
I'm high, I'm woozie, D'usse, I'm doosing
I might just be right with my bitch in Jacuzzi
Right, nigga, gettin' right, nigga
I'ma knock that pussy out, fight night, nigga
I'mma light it up, pass it to the right nigga
Our bitches at the crib, don't invite niggas
[Chorus]
[Chris Brown:]
Pull up, got the fat sack
With some clean motherfuckers, no hood rats
Yeah we suited and booted, you know your bitch 'bout to toot it
She want love from a nigga, that's a heart attack, Yack!
Loud pack, give me all of that
Don't be sending naked pics cause my phone tapped
Black Mas, duffel bag and a hundred racks
I don't snitch but I could show you where the money at, me nigga
It's right here
Got girls and they all on my lap, they with me nigga
Hell yeah
You see the Lambo parked in the trap, that's me nigga
I own it while you living on a lease nigga
I'm known to keep my bitches on a leash nigga
I smoke it by the pound what you talking 'bout
I dick your bitch down then I walk it out
[Chorus]
[ScHoolboy Q:]
Grimy nigga way too groovy for the Grammys
Overseas collecting panties, poppin' Xanies
Young nigga, hundred grand for the gram, hot damn
Hit the curb with the Benz, swerve
Rollie do no ticky do the blingy
I spending hundreds, all the fifties
Word around the city I'm that nigg-y
But this month I made a milli
Another month, another milli, man that shit be gettin' silly
Man, bitch you looking silly
Why you broke, go get a check
And when you fly, who need a jet
She wanna move out to the west
She want them diamonds on her neck
And palm trees in the yard, wanna be's with a star
And get the keys to the car huh
And wanna lick on every scar huh
My money good, shit we buying off the bar right now, right now
Who got the weed right now, right now
[Chorus]
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches n marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you a problem
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches n marijuana
I got 'em, I got 'em
Ooh, she bad, she don't do it for free
I got em, I got em
Got bitches n marijuana
[Tyga:]
T-ballin', globetrotter
Got a bunch of pre-rolls and a gold lighter
Think you on fire? You gon' need more fire
I tell her that's all you get like Street Fighter
Nah, walk with me, talk to me
That body cold, chess game like a pawn to me
She wanna ride with me, kick it and vibe with me
I got that long clip, fall asleep to the movie
Motherfuckin' goonies, Cartier rubies
Coupe, no top, yeah I took off the Kufi
I'm high, I'm woozie, D'usse, I'm doosing
I might just be right with my bitch in Jacuzzi
Right, nigga, gettin' right, nigga
I'ma knock that pussy out, fight night, nigga
I'mma light it up, pass it to the right nigga
Our bitches at the crib, don't invite niggas
[Chorus]
[Chris Brown:]
Pull up, got the fat sack
With some clean motherfuckers, no hood rats
Yeah we suited and booted, you know your bitch 'bout to toot it
She want love from a nigga, that's a heart attack, Yack!
Loud pack, give me all of that
Don't be sending naked pics cause my phone tapped
Black Mas, duffel bag and a hundred racks
I don't snitch but I could show you where the money at, me nigga
It's right here
Got girls and they all on my lap, they with me nigga
Hell yeah
You see the Lambo parked in the trap, that's me nigga
I own it while you living on a lease nigga
I'm known to keep my bitches on a leash nigga
I smoke it by the pound what you talking 'bout
I dick your bitch down then I walk it out
[Chorus]
[ScHoolboy Q:]
Grimy nigga way too groovy for the Grammys
Overseas collecting panties, poppin' Xanies
Young nigga, hundred grand for the gram, hot damn
Hit the curb with the Benz, swerve
Rollie do no ticky do the blingy
I spending hundreds, all the fifties
Word around the city I'm that nigg-y
But this month I made a milli
Another month, another milli, man that shit be gettin' silly
Man, bitch you looking silly
Why you broke, go get a check
And when you fly, who need a jet
She wanna move out to the west
She want them diamonds on her neck
And palm trees in the yard, wanna be's with a star
And get the keys to the car huh
And wanna lick on every scar huh
My money good, shit we buying off the bar right now, right now
Who got the weed right now, right now
[Chorus]
She Goin' Up lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga)
[Chris Brown:]
Now usually I don't do this
But a nigga wanna trip so I'ma take a nigga's bitch
Yeah, got 200 on the dash
A couple hundreds in my pocket but my credit card rich
Every night is somethin' different
I started poppin' pills with no prescription
24/7 on a mission
I'm the man with these bitches, if you watchin', pay attention
You shoulda left her in the kitchen
Now she cookin' up my mama's favorite dishes
She used to kiss it for you, now she swallow me
Now she missin', got your nigga reminiscin'
Why you textin'? She complainin', you be stressin'
With your weak ass cuffin', said she feel like she arrested
I told her, "do better", said she's open for suggestions
I said, "Come over to the crib and put your panties on my dresser"
And I don't really care
I know shit gon' hit the fan like a booty in the air
I'm with her, fuckin' up the sheets now
If your nigga bring his ass over here he gettin' beat down
Pause, nigga don't act like we boys
I bought a strap from a d-boy, my trap house got three floors
Better not fuck around with me, boy
That bullet wound going keloid, why you mad, nigga?
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Got your girl goin' up, goin' up right now
She be rockin' diamonds, fuckin' with designer
Red bottoms up right now
Got a nigga mad cause she seen your bitch chose up
Not you, made her life, brand new
She actin', brand new
Your girl goin' up, goin' up right now
[Tyga:]
Pussy open, yours two doors
Legs up like Aventador
Raw nigga to the core
Money long, boy broke niggas gon' snore
And I'm fresh out the store
I just bought it cause I'm bored
All up on the news in my new girl couture
They don't sell that at Nordstroms, imported, important
Tax out the border, the cash flow enormous
Dubai and endorsements, sources and foursomes
Got a bad bitch, so she touring, I got money on my lap
Pistol on my back, steaks on my tab
Fuck you know about that? 500 hundred on the Lamb'
Goin' up, yeah, I'm pourin' up
She took too much, now she throwin' up
Came out the top and I'm blazin'
Worldwide, nigga, it's amazin'
[Hook]
[Chris Brown:]
Screamin' loud, they gon' call the popos on us
She putting shit up her nose, she in love with the coco
Dámelo that ass goin' loco
And I ain't gon' interrupt her dancin'
Cause she turnin' up right now
Do your thing, we gon' party all night long, baby
I'ma do what he won't do
I bet he won't sing to you
He ain't even got a ring for you
I got you, girl
I'ma make you hit them notes
When I'm in and out, baby don't let go
[Hook]
Now usually I don't do this
But a nigga wanna trip so I'ma take a nigga's bitch
Yeah, got 200 on the dash
A couple hundreds in my pocket but my credit card rich
Every night is somethin' different
I started poppin' pills with no prescription
24/7 on a mission
I'm the man with these bitches, if you watchin', pay attention
You shoulda left her in the kitchen
Now she cookin' up my mama's favorite dishes
She used to kiss it for you, now she swallow me
Now she missin', got your nigga reminiscin'
Why you textin'? She complainin', you be stressin'
With your weak ass cuffin', said she feel like she arrested
I told her, "do better", said she's open for suggestions
I said, "Come over to the crib and put your panties on my dresser"
And I don't really care
I know shit gon' hit the fan like a booty in the air
I'm with her, fuckin' up the sheets now
If your nigga bring his ass over here he gettin' beat down
Pause, nigga don't act like we boys
I bought a strap from a d-boy, my trap house got three floors
Better not fuck around with me, boy
That bullet wound going keloid, why you mad, nigga?
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Got your girl goin' up, goin' up right now
She be rockin' diamonds, fuckin' with designer
Red bottoms up right now
Got a nigga mad cause she seen your bitch chose up
Not you, made her life, brand new
She actin', brand new
Your girl goin' up, goin' up right now
[Tyga:]
Pussy open, yours two doors
Legs up like Aventador
Raw nigga to the core
Money long, boy broke niggas gon' snore
And I'm fresh out the store
I just bought it cause I'm bored
All up on the news in my new girl couture
They don't sell that at Nordstroms, imported, important
Tax out the border, the cash flow enormous
Dubai and endorsements, sources and foursomes
Got a bad bitch, so she touring, I got money on my lap
Pistol on my back, steaks on my tab
Fuck you know about that? 500 hundred on the Lamb'
Goin' up, yeah, I'm pourin' up
She took too much, now she throwin' up
Came out the top and I'm blazin'
Worldwide, nigga, it's amazin'
[Hook]
[Chris Brown:]
Screamin' loud, they gon' call the popos on us
She putting shit up her nose, she in love with the coco
Dámelo that ass goin' loco
And I ain't gon' interrupt her dancin'
Cause she turnin' up right now
Do your thing, we gon' party all night long, baby
I'ma do what he won't do
I bet he won't sing to you
He ain't even got a ring for you
I got you, girl
I'ma make you hit them notes
When I'm in and out, baby don't let go
[Hook]
Wrong In The Right Way lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga)
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
It's 'bout to go down (Oh yeah)
Baby, you're gonna get your wish tonight
Lay it down, right here
Scream my name, baby I love you
Wherever you are, I'll be right by your side tonight
If you wearing panties taking 'em of, yeah
Imma do it wrong in the right way.
[Verse 1 - Chris Brown:]
(Okay, haha, look)
Now Imma do you wrong, in the right way
Fucking with the lights on, know you had a long day
Hold you nigga down, girl I fuck with you the long way
Pull up to your college, then I fuck you in the hallway
Real nigga, all day
You know I don't fuck with fakes
Said she on her period, she told me just to fuck her face
Real bitch, trill bitch, someone I could deal with
Feds try to run up in my crib, she hit the kill switch
She would never let me down, only wanna lift me up
When I got locked down in county, she was there to pick me up
Mind her business, know wussup
Purple sprite, she pour it up
Even bought a pound for a nigga, 'bout to roll it up
If the lights off in the club, niggas still gon' notice her
Gave my bitch my Lamborghini, nigga get your motor up
When I get that ass in my bed, Imma bust her head open
Her legs stroaking, got the whole bed soaking
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Tyga:]
You got that work, that pussy purr
That Lambo driver, she ride it, for sure
My chauffeur, know wussup, it's yours
I mean hers, she can concur
Baddest thing on this Earth
Let me take my time, Imma lick it first
Imma make it hurt, put it in the dirt... mmm
That's some crazy ass shit for you
And you know I got this hit for you, put this dick on you
Enjoy you, and I spoil you
Back and forth, in and out, no backing off
My shit don't harp, My lover love real don't dissolve
Bitches ain't loyal, one love
But they hot and cold
I swerve that deuce on 'em, baby like this dick cold
T-Raww got that flame doe
She want burgers in Bordeaux, stop giving that 'cause she mine doe
In this game you gotta find hope
I'm young and kingin', so you know what it is...
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Chris Brown:]
Let me kiss that body, when I get excited
When you scream my name, when you hit the notes
You gon' sound melodic
Baby girl just ride it
Show me something they can't see
Fuck me like you angry, playin' all of that K-Ci & Jojo
Them slow jams, we hold hands
Do that there like a stripper, on my dick she pole dance (Oh no)
It's going down, going down babe
Put it in reverse, flip it around babe
Yeah, 'cause we're one on one
Busting round after round like a gun
Doing all that freaky shit to me
I love the way you put it down babe
I like it, when I'm in and out, and you're making them sounds babe
And I want some more, it's about to go down
[Hook]
It's 'bout to go down (Oh yeah)
Baby, you're gonna get your wish tonight
Lay it down, right here
Scream my name, baby I love you
Wherever you are, I'll be right by your side tonight
If you wearing panties taking 'em of, yeah
Imma do it wrong in the right way.
[Verse 1 - Chris Brown:]
(Okay, haha, look)
Now Imma do you wrong, in the right way
Fucking with the lights on, know you had a long day
Hold you nigga down, girl I fuck with you the long way
Pull up to your college, then I fuck you in the hallway
Real nigga, all day
You know I don't fuck with fakes
Said she on her period, she told me just to fuck her face
Real bitch, trill bitch, someone I could deal with
Feds try to run up in my crib, she hit the kill switch
She would never let me down, only wanna lift me up
When I got locked down in county, she was there to pick me up
Mind her business, know wussup
Purple sprite, she pour it up
Even bought a pound for a nigga, 'bout to roll it up
If the lights off in the club, niggas still gon' notice her
Gave my bitch my Lamborghini, nigga get your motor up
When I get that ass in my bed, Imma bust her head open
Her legs stroaking, got the whole bed soaking
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Tyga:]
You got that work, that pussy purr
That Lambo driver, she ride it, for sure
My chauffeur, know wussup, it's yours
I mean hers, she can concur
Baddest thing on this Earth
Let me take my time, Imma lick it first
Imma make it hurt, put it in the dirt... mmm
That's some crazy ass shit for you
And you know I got this hit for you, put this dick on you
Enjoy you, and I spoil you
Back and forth, in and out, no backing off
My shit don't harp, My lover love real don't dissolve
Bitches ain't loyal, one love
But they hot and cold
I swerve that deuce on 'em, baby like this dick cold
T-Raww got that flame doe
She want burgers in Bordeaux, stop giving that 'cause she mine doe
In this game you gotta find hope
I'm young and kingin', so you know what it is...
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Chris Brown:]
Let me kiss that body, when I get excited
When you scream my name, when you hit the notes
You gon' sound melodic
Baby girl just ride it
Show me something they can't see
Fuck me like you angry, playin' all of that K-Ci & Jojo
Them slow jams, we hold hands
Do that there like a stripper, on my dick she pole dance (Oh no)
It's going down, going down babe
Put it in reverse, flip it around babe
Yeah, 'cause we're one on one
Busting round after round like a gun
Doing all that freaky shit to me
I love the way you put it down babe
I like it, when I'm in and out, and you're making them sounds babe
And I want some more, it's about to go down
[Hook]
Bunkin' lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga feat. Jay 305 & T.I.)
[Intro - Chris Brown:]
100, keep this shit 100
100
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Yeah, my bitch she bunkin'
She went from nothing now she somthing
My bitch bunkin'
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin'
I taught her how to whip a key
Now my trap jumpin'
She bring that dough to me how I want it
In fifties, hundreds, all that
Money is money, my nigga
Even small stacks
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga
I throw that cash in the air
This shit feel great, my nigga
[Verse 1 - Jay 305:]
(I don't know if you know
How it feel to ride out in sunset watching the sunset
California, Los Angeles my nigga
Whats happen though?)
My bitch grind
My boo now know I'm thugging
I'm from the Slums
She know I'm in the streets, she hold my guns
Ain't seen my P.O. in weeks
Fuckin' months
Told her hold my spot down I'm on the run
I got my motherfucking J's on
Finna hit Arkansas get these OXYs off
Come back to L.A., wipe my case
Where I'm from it's bang or ball
Fucking bitches like yo misses
Flip em' like a case of raw
Back to to business flipping digits
Splitting switches with my niggas
Came from nothing, from nothing to something
Know my struggle, my momma know I'm thugging
Coming out the county jail smell like public
Yo momma love it, got your main bitch
On my side on time, nigga my bitch she bunkin'
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Yeah, my bitch she bunkin'
She went from nothing now she somthing
My bitch bunkin'
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin'
I taught her how to whip a key
Now my trap jumpin'
She bring that dough to me how I want it
In fifties, hundreds, all that
Money is money, my nigga
Even small stacks
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga
I throw that cash in the air
This shit feel great, my nigga
[Verse 2 - T.I.:]
Now don't it feel great
When you ride through the hood when you known as Bill Gates
With a super bad bitch in a drop Lamborghini
Make a home girl hate
Trap nigga known to have a quarter-mill a day
Proof that selling drugs on the corner still pay
I make a hundred Gs, spend 40 on ki's
Put the rest away just in case I caught a real case
And I ain't gon' stop
Teaching you the shit that you ain't know about
Stop cuffing that bitch, like she ain't no thot
Racks on that ass, think it ain’t gon drop?
Even if not, bet the brain on fire
Nigga 14 years I remain on fire
Men do, women too but the game don’t lie
Still up to the same old shit
Bang on the pussy nigga they ain't no shit
Stop playing with the pussy you know you don't want this
Shut the fuck down or yo ass gon get it
In public, it's nothing
I'm right back in my bunkin'
Ain't what you do it's how you does it and we does it cuzin
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Yeah, my bitch she bunkin'
She went from nothing now she somthing
My bitch bunkin'
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin'
I taught her how to whip a key
Now my trap jumpin'
She bring that dough to me how I want it
In fifties, hundreds, all that
Money is money, my nigga
Even small stacks
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga
I throw that cash in the air
This shit feel great, my nigga
[Verse 3 - Tyga:]
Make me harder, miss your daughter
She just wanna lay and party
Be my naughty girl in college
Fuck you all the time, I'm tired
Wake up on it it's that
Early morning, tap that wet wet
You know a nigga love breakfast, I'ma bite that
Got money in the mattress where I hide it at
Counting alla that, fuck alla them niggas
They don't know what to do with all that
As a matter fact get on my lap
Put you on the map take you out the trap
From a condo to a larger state
Got double gates, if I catch a case
Will you wait on me and build me up again, if so
[Bridge - Chris Brown:]
Yeah my niggas thuggin', poppin' rubber bands
Money in my hand
Double cuppin' with the Sprite
Mix it up with the Xans
With some zombies here tonight
Slow motion, your bitch choosy
She say "Don't they call you Breezy?"
I told that bitch "I'm out here coolin"
With a hunnid million dollars, got a hunnid on my chain
Got a million dollar body with a hundred dollar brain
Girl your booty like a pumpkin
And my bitch she be bunkin'
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Yeah, my bitch she bunkin'
She went from nothing now she somthing
My bitch bunkin'
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin'
I taught her how to whip a key
Now my trap jumpin'
She bring that dough to me how I want it
In fifties, hundreds, all that
Money is money, my nigga
Even small stacks
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga
I throw that cash in the air
This shit feel great, my nigga
100, keep this shit 100
100
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Yeah, my bitch she bunkin'
She went from nothing now she somthing
My bitch bunkin'
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin'
I taught her how to whip a key
Now my trap jumpin'
She bring that dough to me how I want it
In fifties, hundreds, all that
Money is money, my nigga
Even small stacks
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga
I throw that cash in the air
This shit feel great, my nigga
[Verse 1 - Jay 305:]
(I don't know if you know
How it feel to ride out in sunset watching the sunset
California, Los Angeles my nigga
Whats happen though?)
My bitch grind
My boo now know I'm thugging
I'm from the Slums
She know I'm in the streets, she hold my guns
Ain't seen my P.O. in weeks
Fuckin' months
Told her hold my spot down I'm on the run
I got my motherfucking J's on
Finna hit Arkansas get these OXYs off
Come back to L.A., wipe my case
Where I'm from it's bang or ball
Fucking bitches like yo misses
Flip em' like a case of raw
Back to to business flipping digits
Splitting switches with my niggas
Came from nothing, from nothing to something
Know my struggle, my momma know I'm thugging
Coming out the county jail smell like public
Yo momma love it, got your main bitch
On my side on time, nigga my bitch she bunkin'
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Yeah, my bitch she bunkin'
She went from nothing now she somthing
My bitch bunkin'
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin'
I taught her how to whip a key
Now my trap jumpin'
She bring that dough to me how I want it
In fifties, hundreds, all that
Money is money, my nigga
Even small stacks
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga
I throw that cash in the air
This shit feel great, my nigga
[Verse 2 - T.I.:]
Now don't it feel great
When you ride through the hood when you known as Bill Gates
With a super bad bitch in a drop Lamborghini
Make a home girl hate
Trap nigga known to have a quarter-mill a day
Proof that selling drugs on the corner still pay
I make a hundred Gs, spend 40 on ki's
Put the rest away just in case I caught a real case
And I ain't gon' stop
Teaching you the shit that you ain't know about
Stop cuffing that bitch, like she ain't no thot
Racks on that ass, think it ain’t gon drop?
Even if not, bet the brain on fire
Nigga 14 years I remain on fire
Men do, women too but the game don’t lie
Still up to the same old shit
Bang on the pussy nigga they ain't no shit
Stop playing with the pussy you know you don't want this
Shut the fuck down or yo ass gon get it
In public, it's nothing
I'm right back in my bunkin'
Ain't what you do it's how you does it and we does it cuzin
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Yeah, my bitch she bunkin'
She went from nothing now she somthing
My bitch bunkin'
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin'
I taught her how to whip a key
Now my trap jumpin'
She bring that dough to me how I want it
In fifties, hundreds, all that
Money is money, my nigga
Even small stacks
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga
I throw that cash in the air
This shit feel great, my nigga
[Verse 3 - Tyga:]
Make me harder, miss your daughter
She just wanna lay and party
Be my naughty girl in college
Fuck you all the time, I'm tired
Wake up on it it's that
Early morning, tap that wet wet
You know a nigga love breakfast, I'ma bite that
Got money in the mattress where I hide it at
Counting alla that, fuck alla them niggas
They don't know what to do with all that
As a matter fact get on my lap
Put you on the map take you out the trap
From a condo to a larger state
Got double gates, if I catch a case
Will you wait on me and build me up again, if so
[Bridge - Chris Brown:]
Yeah my niggas thuggin', poppin' rubber bands
Money in my hand
Double cuppin' with the Sprite
Mix it up with the Xans
With some zombies here tonight
Slow motion, your bitch choosy
She say "Don't they call you Breezy?"
I told that bitch "I'm out here coolin"
With a hunnid million dollars, got a hunnid on my chain
Got a million dollar body with a hundred dollar brain
Girl your booty like a pumpkin
And my bitch she be bunkin'
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Yeah, my bitch she bunkin'
She went from nothing now she somthing
My bitch bunkin'
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin'
I taught her how to whip a key
Now my trap jumpin'
She bring that dough to me how I want it
In fifties, hundreds, all that
Money is money, my nigga
Even small stacks
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga
I throw that cash in the air
This shit feel great, my nigga
It's Yo Shit lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga feat. Wale)
[Verse 1 - Chris Brown:]
Baby tell me if you're ready, ready for the real thing
You got them lining up and running block but you need the real me
And if I get the chance Imma ask you when's the last time you've been satisfied
Give me a chance and I'll show you that I ain't even like them other guys
I'ma wait a bit, before I try to kiss it
I do it different from them others guys I know they be tripping
I know what you want so let's get right out of here
Let's go baby I'm counting all my blessing tonight
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
You saying all the right shit, well girl I like it
I'm going to make this night romantic
I'm going to love you baby
And I know what you've been dreaming about
I'm gonna' take advantage of you
It's yo shit, it's yo shit
(Oh the way you put it on me)
It's yo shit, it's yo shit
[Verse 2 - Tyga:]
Sex on the dresser legs on the leather
Do it so good I might let you rub my necklace
We fucking to record just for the record
Nickname Alexis but you don't push a Lexus
V.I. no ordinary shit
Southern part of Euro spending Euros at the camp
Checks waiting when I land that's money in advanced
Benjamin talk frankly you don't understand me
My repertoire upper echelon
You should tag along, get your girls involved
What we doing here and speaking through your bras
Bra, fuck you hard
I'm a midnight star David, son of God
When you see the headlights like a falling star
Yacht no barge looking like DeBarge
Got a hater so blue liker Marge
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
You saying all the right shit, well girl I like it
I'm going to make this night romantic
I'm going to love you baby
And I know what you've been dreaming about
I'm gonna' take advantage of you
It's yo shit, it's yo shit
(Oh the way you put it on me)
It's yo shit, it's yo shit
[Verse 3 - Wale:]
It's yo shit, it's yo shit
I dope dick her, leave her bow-legged
I'm dope yes I know this
The word is my third leg a bowflex
Time to have sex
Climb inside her 'gina as I'm in my stretch
I'm dipping in the 362 with the 57
Soon as she get in here she pull the flip on the zipper
I'm different with it, I can tickle your kidney with it
Miss me with trash, don't kick it with kitty litter
You see me with CB in the DMV of course
Hit the streets guarantee the women be abroad
Every blue moon, that's EBM for short
The ring and the bling look like Billie Jean Porsche
This that Mike Jack flow
I'mma bite that, spike that, you like now, ghost
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
You saying all the right shit, well girl I like it
I'm going to make this night romantic
I'm going to love you baby
And I know what you've been dreaming about
I'm gonna' take advantage of you
It's yo shit, it's yo shit
(Oh the way you put it on me)
It's yo shit, it's yo shit
Baby tell me if you're ready, ready for the real thing
You got them lining up and running block but you need the real me
And if I get the chance Imma ask you when's the last time you've been satisfied
Give me a chance and I'll show you that I ain't even like them other guys
I'ma wait a bit, before I try to kiss it
I do it different from them others guys I know they be tripping
I know what you want so let's get right out of here
Let's go baby I'm counting all my blessing tonight
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
You saying all the right shit, well girl I like it
I'm going to make this night romantic
I'm going to love you baby
And I know what you've been dreaming about
I'm gonna' take advantage of you
It's yo shit, it's yo shit
(Oh the way you put it on me)
It's yo shit, it's yo shit
[Verse 2 - Tyga:]
Sex on the dresser legs on the leather
Do it so good I might let you rub my necklace
We fucking to record just for the record
Nickname Alexis but you don't push a Lexus
V.I. no ordinary shit
Southern part of Euro spending Euros at the camp
Checks waiting when I land that's money in advanced
Benjamin talk frankly you don't understand me
My repertoire upper echelon
You should tag along, get your girls involved
What we doing here and speaking through your bras
Bra, fuck you hard
I'm a midnight star David, son of God
When you see the headlights like a falling star
Yacht no barge looking like DeBarge
Got a hater so blue liker Marge
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
You saying all the right shit, well girl I like it
I'm going to make this night romantic
I'm going to love you baby
And I know what you've been dreaming about
I'm gonna' take advantage of you
It's yo shit, it's yo shit
(Oh the way you put it on me)
It's yo shit, it's yo shit
[Verse 3 - Wale:]
It's yo shit, it's yo shit
I dope dick her, leave her bow-legged
I'm dope yes I know this
The word is my third leg a bowflex
Time to have sex
Climb inside her 'gina as I'm in my stretch
I'm dipping in the 362 with the 57
Soon as she get in here she pull the flip on the zipper
I'm different with it, I can tickle your kidney with it
Miss me with trash, don't kick it with kitty litter
You see me with CB in the DMV of course
Hit the streets guarantee the women be abroad
Every blue moon, that's EBM for short
The ring and the bling look like Billie Jean Porsche
This that Mike Jack flow
I'mma bite that, spike that, you like now, ghost
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
You saying all the right shit, well girl I like it
I'm going to make this night romantic
I'm going to love you baby
And I know what you've been dreaming about
I'm gonna' take advantage of you
It's yo shit, it's yo shit
(Oh the way you put it on me)
It's yo shit, it's yo shit
Banjo lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga)
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo
And all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor
[Chris Brown:]
Pull up, nigga creeping
Colder than a motherfucker
Guess it's ho season (bitch)
Shorty got that ass, baby girl it's nice to meet you
With these lights off, give a fuck about your features
I'm tryna fuck
If it's one on one gimme that eye soap
But if it's two of ya'll I'm a let the dice roll
It's the weekend, I could tell you been freaking
Cause you popping Miley Cyrus and you twerking with your eyes closed
Go figure, skinny nigga with a suit on
Bunch of bad bitches
Yeah, they like me nigga, who don't?
Drop top, everything
We party like the roof gone
A nigga got a problem, blaka-blaka, then we move on (blap)
Tell 'em hold that
If you looking for liquor, better lick up
My liquor zing and you know that
Bitches looking for a sponsorship, cha-ching, cause I sponsor shit
Bitch I throw racks
Fucked up, got me dancing on the floor
Tryna dance in that pussy, tell me when to go
I'm tore up, feeling like I'm 'bout to throw up
One night with me this bitch about to blow up
[Hook x2]
[Tyga:]
Ain't shit but model bitches over here
I'm a nigga with money bitch, let's make that clear
You here with a elf ear, hoes in stock over here
And the price going up by the year
It's a good year, baby on my blimp shit
You too defensive and sensitive, that's on some mental shit
No sense in lingering, can't count on you niggas man
Only count Benjamins, yeah, he my closest friend
My wrist's a risk, ice the bitch
Like it's sprained and shit, I'm the nigga, nigga
Yes he is, the flyest with three yes' is
I take that pussy and ransom it, Mel Gibson that
When I hit the block, better have your banger
That's my babe, she don't talk to strangers
She fold it closed, we ain't gon' ever hang
Beat the box like manana-bing, manana-bang-bang-bang
[Hook x2]
[Chris Brown:]
She was bomb but she wanted me to pay for it
Alley-oop bitch, you know a nigga play whores
I play with pussy, girl you know that I'm a playboy
Clap, clap, clap then she make that booty make noise
Man, she make that ass wobble like a monster
Twerk something, hurt something, damn, I'm a need a doctor
A bitch with some real hair straight up out the projects
And she turn her phone off from all them niggas she be dodging
She ain't loyal, I brought her head
She don't give a fuck about nothing but her bread
But when I dance in that pussy do the running man
While all these other niggas fucking with Juwanna Man
I'm throwing all of this money and I'm advancing these strippers
I got my hand on the pussy, she got her hand on my zipper
She started going to work, my shit got hard as a missile
Then she said she had a twin, I started fucking her sister
[Hook]
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo
And all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor
[Chris Brown:]
Pull up, nigga creeping
Colder than a motherfucker
Guess it's ho season (bitch)
Shorty got that ass, baby girl it's nice to meet you
With these lights off, give a fuck about your features
I'm tryna fuck
If it's one on one gimme that eye soap
But if it's two of ya'll I'm a let the dice roll
It's the weekend, I could tell you been freaking
Cause you popping Miley Cyrus and you twerking with your eyes closed
Go figure, skinny nigga with a suit on
Bunch of bad bitches
Yeah, they like me nigga, who don't?
Drop top, everything
We party like the roof gone
A nigga got a problem, blaka-blaka, then we move on (blap)
Tell 'em hold that
If you looking for liquor, better lick up
My liquor zing and you know that
Bitches looking for a sponsorship, cha-ching, cause I sponsor shit
Bitch I throw racks
Fucked up, got me dancing on the floor
Tryna dance in that pussy, tell me when to go
I'm tore up, feeling like I'm 'bout to throw up
One night with me this bitch about to blow up
[Hook x2]
[Tyga:]
Ain't shit but model bitches over here
I'm a nigga with money bitch, let's make that clear
You here with a elf ear, hoes in stock over here
And the price going up by the year
It's a good year, baby on my blimp shit
You too defensive and sensitive, that's on some mental shit
No sense in lingering, can't count on you niggas man
Only count Benjamins, yeah, he my closest friend
My wrist's a risk, ice the bitch
Like it's sprained and shit, I'm the nigga, nigga
Yes he is, the flyest with three yes' is
I take that pussy and ransom it, Mel Gibson that
When I hit the block, better have your banger
That's my babe, she don't talk to strangers
She fold it closed, we ain't gon' ever hang
Beat the box like manana-bing, manana-bang-bang-bang
[Hook x2]
[Chris Brown:]
She was bomb but she wanted me to pay for it
Alley-oop bitch, you know a nigga play whores
I play with pussy, girl you know that I'm a playboy
Clap, clap, clap then she make that booty make noise
Man, she make that ass wobble like a monster
Twerk something, hurt something, damn, I'm a need a doctor
A bitch with some real hair straight up out the projects
And she turn her phone off from all them niggas she be dodging
She ain't loyal, I brought her head
She don't give a fuck about nothing but her bread
But when I dance in that pussy do the running man
While all these other niggas fucking with Juwanna Man
I'm throwing all of this money and I'm advancing these strippers
I got my hand on the pussy, she got her hand on my zipper
She started going to work, my shit got hard as a missile
Then she said she had a twin, I started fucking her sister
[Hook]
"X" (2014)
- X lyrics - Chris Brown
- Add Me In lyrics - Chris Brown
- Loyal lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Lil Wayne, Tyga)
- New Flame lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Rick Ross & Usher)
- Songs On 12 Play lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Trey Songz)
- 101 (Interlude) lyrics - Chris Brown
- Drown In It lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. R. Kelly)
- Came To Do lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Akon)
- Stereotype lyrics - Chris Brown
- Time For Love lyrics - Chris Brown
- Lady In A Glass Dress (Interlude) lyrics - Chris Brown
- Autumn Leaves lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Kendrick Lamar)
- Do Better lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Brandy)
- See You Around lyrics - Chris Brown
- Don't Be Gone Too Long lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Ariana Grande)
- Body Shots lyrics - Chris Brown
- Drunk Texting lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Jhené Aiko)
- Lost In Ya Love lyrics - Chris Brown
- Love More lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Nicki Minaj)
- Don't Think They Know lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Aaliyah)
- Fine China lyrics - Chris Brown
- No Lights lyrics - Chris Brown
X lyrics - Chris Brown
If you're only as good as the company you keep
Then I'm a blame you for what they say about me
(Free your mind, and let your conscience be free)
When I was by myself I was fast asleep
Since you came around I've been up for weeks
(Free your mind, and let your conscience be free)
Yi-yi-X, I've been with the wrong crowd
I can make you a believer, if I turn the nonsense down
I keep my secrets in a safehouse, better if I don't speak
Devil's tryna tempt me, they just outline my shape out
Place me at the crime scene
I can see from this high up, you ain't got a heart girl
Privacy is for the cheater obviously you're deceiving
[Pre-Hook:]
I know
I know just who you are
You put me on lay away
You just love to heart shop
I think that it's over
I think that it's over
[Hook:]
I swear to God I'm moving on
(Mm, back up)
I ain't go back no more, I ain't go back no more
I ain't go back no more, I ain't go back no more
(I ain't tripping of you you you you)
I ain't go back no more, I ain't go back no more
(I ain't tripping of you you you)
I ain't go back no more, I ain't go back no more
[Bridge:]
You just start a fight, I ain't fighting back I'm cool with it
I, simply came here to party
Why, would I trip off that bullshit, when I'm on that good shit
I swear to God I'm moving on
(Mm, back up)
Substitute love for a better thing
I deal with my pain like a lonely child
I didn't build these walls for you to piss all on my past oh
Go ahead burn it down, I'm a build me another one
All these clouds...
[Pre-Hook]
[Hook]
[Bridge]
[Hook]
Then I'm a blame you for what they say about me
(Free your mind, and let your conscience be free)
When I was by myself I was fast asleep
Since you came around I've been up for weeks
(Free your mind, and let your conscience be free)
Yi-yi-X, I've been with the wrong crowd
I can make you a believer, if I turn the nonsense down
I keep my secrets in a safehouse, better if I don't speak
Devil's tryna tempt me, they just outline my shape out
Place me at the crime scene
I can see from this high up, you ain't got a heart girl
Privacy is for the cheater obviously you're deceiving
[Pre-Hook:]
I know
I know just who you are
You put me on lay away
You just love to heart shop
I think that it's over
I think that it's over
[Hook:]
I swear to God I'm moving on
(Mm, back up)
I ain't go back no more, I ain't go back no more
I ain't go back no more, I ain't go back no more
(I ain't tripping of you you you you)
I ain't go back no more, I ain't go back no more
(I ain't tripping of you you you)
I ain't go back no more, I ain't go back no more
[Bridge:]
You just start a fight, I ain't fighting back I'm cool with it
I, simply came here to party
Why, would I trip off that bullshit, when I'm on that good shit
I swear to God I'm moving on
(Mm, back up)
Substitute love for a better thing
I deal with my pain like a lonely child
I didn't build these walls for you to piss all on my past oh
Go ahead burn it down, I'm a build me another one
All these clouds...
[Pre-Hook]
[Hook]
[Bridge]
[Hook]
Add Me In lyrics - Chris Brown
Your body's an isosceles
And I'm just tryna try angles
Your love is trigonometry
Just tryna solve the whole equation
[Pre-Hook:]
What's it about you (about you)
I wanna love you
Picking you up, picking you up
So I can touch you
Should we do that? Can I do that? (baby)
Anwsers are usually in the back
[Hook:]
Substitution, add me in
Multiply my love
Is that too much?
Substitution
What's the problem, girl?
Add me in
[Bridge:]
Baby just add me, baby just add me in
Baby just add me, baby just add me in
I'll calculate her home invasion
Divide your legs and count to 3 (3, 2, 1, come on)
He's just not the answer baby
And that's just my hypothesis
[Pre-Hook]
[Hook]
Girl if I said I loved you, I need you
Would you care?
So many things that I could learn
Baby if we do the math, it will equal up to me!
[Hook x2]
[Bridge x2]
And I'm just tryna try angles
Your love is trigonometry
Just tryna solve the whole equation
[Pre-Hook:]
What's it about you (about you)
I wanna love you
Picking you up, picking you up
So I can touch you
Should we do that? Can I do that? (baby)
Anwsers are usually in the back
[Hook:]
Substitution, add me in
Multiply my love
Is that too much?
Substitution
What's the problem, girl?
Add me in
[Bridge:]
Baby just add me, baby just add me in
Baby just add me, baby just add me in
I'll calculate her home invasion
Divide your legs and count to 3 (3, 2, 1, come on)
He's just not the answer baby
And that's just my hypothesis
[Pre-Hook]
[Hook]
Girl if I said I loved you, I need you
Would you care?
So many things that I could learn
Baby if we do the math, it will equal up to me!
[Hook x2]
[Bridge x2]
Loyal lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Lil Wayne, Tyga)
[Intro — Lil Wayne & Chris Brown:]
Young mula, baby (let me see)!
Ha ha, you thought it was over?
(let me see)
[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 — Tyga:]
Uh
Rich young nigga
Name got bigger and my change got bigger
So my chains got bigger
Ferrari, Jaguar, switching four lanes
With the top down screaming out, "Money ain't a thing!"
Ha, me and CB in the bay with her
I send her back home so you can lay with her
Okay, let's talk about this ice that I'm carrying
All these karats like I'm a fucking vegetarian
Shout-out Weezy F., keep a red bone wet
Rose Rolex, hoes on deck
She know I got a cheque
Do it too good when she ride that dick
Man I wouldn't trust that bitch
No!
[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 just spent your bread on her
And it's all for nothing
[Hook]
Young mula, baby (let me see)!
Ha ha, you thought it was over?
(let me see)
[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 — Tyga:]
Uh
Rich young nigga
Name got bigger and my change got bigger
So my chains got bigger
Ferrari, Jaguar, switching four lanes
With the top down screaming out, "Money ain't a thing!"
Ha, me and CB in the bay with her
I send her back home so you can lay with her
Okay, let's talk about this ice that I'm carrying
All these karats like I'm a fucking vegetarian
Shout-out Weezy F., keep a red bone wet
Rose Rolex, hoes on deck
She know I got a cheque
Do it too good when she ride that dick
Man I wouldn't trust that bitch
No!
[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 just spent your bread on her
And it's all for nothing
[Hook]
New Flame lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Rick Ross & Usher)
[Verse 1 — Chris Brown:]
There can be one only you
And, baby, God can never make two
And I know you came here with your crew
But I promise you that it feels like it's just us two, aha.
[Bridge — Chris Brown:]
Oh, I don't know what you had planned to do tonight
But I just wanna be the one to do you right, right
And we're standing here looking at each other, baby, eye to eye
And I'm hoping that you're thinking about leaving with me tonight
[Hook — Chris Brown:]
Who said you can't find love in the club?
'Cause I wanna tell them they're wrong
Come on, just, baby, try a new thing
And let's spark a new flame
You gon' be my baby
Love me, love you crazy
Tell me if you're ready
Baby, come and get it
Try a new thing
And let's spark a new flame
[Verse 2 — Usher:]
I can't believe you came here all alone, baby girl, where's your lover?
Oh, it don't really matter 'cause I got plans to get to know you better, yeah.
[Another version:] Oh, it don't really, matter 'cause I only wanna get to know you better, yeah.
Baby, baby, baby, baby, let's make what we got here last forever
[Another version:] Baby, baby, baby, baby, I can stand and stare at you forever
Girl, 'cause I don't wanna let you go, never
[Bridge:]
Oh, I don't know what you had planned to do tonight
Girl, I just wanna be the one to do you right, right
And we're standing here looking at each other, baby, eye to eye
Baby, I hope that you're thinking about leaving with me tonight
[Hook:]
Who said you can't find love in the club?
'Cause I wanna tell them they're wrong
Come on, just, baby, try a new thing
And let's spark a new flame
You gon' be my, baby
Love me, love you crazy
Tell me if you're ready
Baby, come and get it
Try a new thing
And let's spark a new flame
(You know what time it is, Chris)
[Verse 3 — Rick Ross:]
Home plate, world series, our nigga sliding in her
Baby, I'm a boss, I'm talking George Steinbrenner
Panamera, Yogi Berra, my two-seater Derek Jeter
Got more stripes than all these niggas
Babe Ruth balling in the Beamer
Collar on my Polo, kisses on my necklace
All my diamonds watching, now my watches getting jealous
Smoking on a bomb in my autograph Lebrons
Yeah, she told me I'm the one, that's when I only hit it once
[Hook — Chris Brown:]
Who said you can't find love in the club?
'Cause I wanna tell them they're wrong
Come on, just, baby, try a new thing
And let's spark a new flame
You gon' be my, baby
Love me, love you crazy
Tell me if you're ready
Baby, come and get it
Try a new thing
And let's spark a new flame
There can be one only you
And, baby, God can never make two
And I know you came here with your crew
But I promise you that it feels like it's just us two, aha.
[Bridge — Chris Brown:]
Oh, I don't know what you had planned to do tonight
But I just wanna be the one to do you right, right
And we're standing here looking at each other, baby, eye to eye
And I'm hoping that you're thinking about leaving with me tonight
[Hook — Chris Brown:]
Who said you can't find love in the club?
'Cause I wanna tell them they're wrong
Come on, just, baby, try a new thing
And let's spark a new flame
You gon' be my baby
Love me, love you crazy
Tell me if you're ready
Baby, come and get it
Try a new thing
And let's spark a new flame
[Verse 2 — Usher:]
I can't believe you came here all alone, baby girl, where's your lover?
Oh, it don't really matter 'cause I got plans to get to know you better, yeah.
[Another version:] Oh, it don't really, matter 'cause I only wanna get to know you better, yeah.
Baby, baby, baby, baby, let's make what we got here last forever
[Another version:] Baby, baby, baby, baby, I can stand and stare at you forever
Girl, 'cause I don't wanna let you go, never
[Bridge:]
Oh, I don't know what you had planned to do tonight
Girl, I just wanna be the one to do you right, right
And we're standing here looking at each other, baby, eye to eye
Baby, I hope that you're thinking about leaving with me tonight
[Hook:]
Who said you can't find love in the club?
'Cause I wanna tell them they're wrong
Come on, just, baby, try a new thing
And let's spark a new flame
You gon' be my, baby
Love me, love you crazy
Tell me if you're ready
Baby, come and get it
Try a new thing
And let's spark a new flame
(You know what time it is, Chris)
[Verse 3 — Rick Ross:]
Home plate, world series, our nigga sliding in her
Baby, I'm a boss, I'm talking George Steinbrenner
Panamera, Yogi Berra, my two-seater Derek Jeter
Got more stripes than all these niggas
Babe Ruth balling in the Beamer
Collar on my Polo, kisses on my necklace
All my diamonds watching, now my watches getting jealous
Smoking on a bomb in my autograph Lebrons
Yeah, she told me I'm the one, that's when I only hit it once
[Hook — Chris Brown:]
Who said you can't find love in the club?
'Cause I wanna tell them they're wrong
Come on, just, baby, try a new thing
And let's spark a new flame
You gon' be my, baby
Love me, love you crazy
Tell me if you're ready
Baby, come and get it
Try a new thing
And let's spark a new flame
Songs On 12 Play lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Trey Songz)
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
You're a goddess in the bedroom
Devil in them skintights
Drug that, I'm hooked to
But it's ok, I'll be alright
Tried my best to please you
Show you what it means to
Be a victim of love
So turn on that red light, Oh
Turn on that red light
Ooh, eh
[Hook: Chris Brown & Trey Songz]
We gon' be bumping and grinding
Seems like you're ready to sex me, baby, baby
And I'm feeling on your booty, driving me crazy
Half on a baby
Cause' your body's calling me
And with your permission let me start your ignition
Don't you know that you're reminding me
Of a song on 12 play
You're like a song on 12 play
[Verse 2: Trey Songz]
Fuckin' with an R&B thug
You gon' have the greatest sex
Do you mind if I stroke you up
Baby girl, imagine that
Dripping that honey love, I'm a hit it hard from the back
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh - just like that
Do your body like a real freak (have a little private)
Fiesta, fiesta
Somebody's girl is on my body
Naked, shaking
Etcetera, et cetera, et cetera
Hey baby
[Hook]
Ok, foreplay, that's childs play
Making love is my forte
Shots of you when I'm thirsty
Damn right, I'm a eat that pussy
Clothes all in the background
I give a back shot, I don't back down
She likes her hair pulled, that ass slapped around
And the neighbours screaming out
"Keep it down"
Baby turn on the red light tonight
Lil' mama, it'll be alright
I just wanna be all on you
Do it 'til we both can't move
Your body
Your hips, Your ass, girl
Sweat dripping on my body,
Like this my last girl
So tonight
[Hook]
[Outro: Chris Brown & Trey Songz]
Oh na na na na na na, down low, down low
Oh baby, baby, baby, baby baby
Keep it on the down low, down low
You're a goddess in the bedroom
Devil in them skintights
Drug that, I'm hooked to
But it's ok, I'll be alright
Tried my best to please you
Show you what it means to
Be a victim of love
So turn on that red light, Oh
Turn on that red light
Ooh, eh
[Hook: Chris Brown & Trey Songz]
We gon' be bumping and grinding
Seems like you're ready to sex me, baby, baby
And I'm feeling on your booty, driving me crazy
Half on a baby
Cause' your body's calling me
And with your permission let me start your ignition
Don't you know that you're reminding me
Of a song on 12 play
You're like a song on 12 play
[Verse 2: Trey Songz]
Fuckin' with an R&B thug
You gon' have the greatest sex
Do you mind if I stroke you up
Baby girl, imagine that
Dripping that honey love, I'm a hit it hard from the back
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh - just like that
Do your body like a real freak (have a little private)
Fiesta, fiesta
Somebody's girl is on my body
Naked, shaking
Etcetera, et cetera, et cetera
Hey baby
[Hook]
Ok, foreplay, that's childs play
Making love is my forte
Shots of you when I'm thirsty
Damn right, I'm a eat that pussy
Clothes all in the background
I give a back shot, I don't back down
She likes her hair pulled, that ass slapped around
And the neighbours screaming out
"Keep it down"
Baby turn on the red light tonight
Lil' mama, it'll be alright
I just wanna be all on you
Do it 'til we both can't move
Your body
Your hips, Your ass, girl
Sweat dripping on my body,
Like this my last girl
So tonight
[Hook]
[Outro: Chris Brown & Trey Songz]
Oh na na na na na na, down low, down low
Oh baby, baby, baby, baby baby
Keep it on the down low, down low
101 (Interlude) lyrics - Chris Brown
You got me doing 101 on the 101
Don't go nowhere baby, don't you run
You got me doing 101 on the 101
Got me speeding for your love
I been waiting for you all day
Stuck in traffic, tryna make it to my baby
I'm tryna go half on a baby
Just wear that sexy shit I like
And I will do you just right
Don't you worry, help is soon on the way
I'll kiss you up
I'll lick you up
I'll stick it up
I'll smack it up
I'll flip it up
I'll pick you up
I'll sex you up
I like it when your bottom up
Your top down, take you down
Won't fuck around
I'll hold you down
I'ma break it down
When I lay you down
Yeah
Don't go nowhere baby, don't you run
You got me doing 101 on the 101
Got me speeding for your love
I been waiting for you all day
Stuck in traffic, tryna make it to my baby
I'm tryna go half on a baby
Just wear that sexy shit I like
And I will do you just right
Don't you worry, help is soon on the way
I'll kiss you up
I'll lick you up
I'll stick it up
I'll smack it up
I'll flip it up
I'll pick you up
I'll sex you up
I like it when your bottom up
Your top down, take you down
Won't fuck around
I'll hold you down
I'ma break it down
When I lay you down
Yeah
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