I wouldn't trust anybody after that
I'll take you to the promised land (yeah, uh-huh)
Elevate your mind, body and your soul, girl (soul)
To the promised land (uh-huh)
Elevate your mind, body and your soul, girl
Ain't no other feeling better than you here, girl (oh yeah)
I swear, I'm up late night scrolling through your pictures
Wanna know, wanna know if I'm still on your mind
Going through your favorite places hoping I would run into you, I can't lie
It's the same shit, just a different day
I keep thinkin' 'bout you, oh
Same shit, just a different girl
But ain't nothing like you, oh (oh, woo)
Do you love me? Oh baby, do you?
Do you love me? Me, me, what about me?
I dedicate, dedicate this to you (oh)
For every word, I ever said to you (oh)
All you ever wanted was a shoulder
You can hold on, oh yeah, oh yeah, girl
Ain't no other feeling better than you here, girl (you here, girl)
Got a nigga fucked up when I'm scrolling through your pictures
Wondering if I'm still on your mind
Try to have this conversation with the love of my life but it's the
Same shit, just a different day
I keep thinkin' 'bout you ('bout you)
Same shit, just a different girl
But ain't nothing like you, oh (oh)
Do you love me? love me? (Yeah)
Do you love me? Do you love? Me, me, what about me?
I dedicate, dedicate this to you (oh)
For every word, I ever said to you (oh)
All you ever wanted was a shoulder
You can hold on, oh yeah, oh yeah, girl
Ain't no other feeling better than you here, girl (you here, girl)
Got a nigga fucked up when I'm scrolling through your pictures
Wondering if I'm still on your mind
Try to have this conversation with the love of my life but it's the
Same shit, it's the same shit, girl, you know it is
Don't be acting stuck up, you gotta let it go
Give a damn 'bout your pride
I've been thinking 'bout you
My nightmares, I'm dreaming 'bout you
I might have to see the doctor
'Cause I can't make it 'til tomorrow
Same shit, just a different day
I keep thinkin' 'bout you
Same shit, just a different, girl
But, ain't nothing like you (oh, oh)
Do you love me? Love me (yeah)
Do you love me? Me, me, what a hoe
It's the same shit, just a different day
I keep thinkin' 'bout you
Same shit, just a different girl
But, ain't nothing like you (oh, oh)
Do you love me?
Do you love me? Me
Trust Me lyrics - Chris Brown
I can't take my eyes off you
I think God made you for me
It's too good to be true
Didn't know my blessing, I learned a lesson
Every man needs a queen, oh
Don't care how far, even if it's impossible, I'ma dream
Reminiscing like
I had you screaming like (oh yeah, oh yeah)
I promise I won't tell anybody about your Victoria Secrets (I won't, I won't)
Babe, if you say, "I do", baby then I'ma show you what you mean to me (if you say, "I do", ha)
I'ma take good care of you
Trust me if you love me
It's like ring around the rosies, round and round (yeah)
Up and down like a rollercoaster
If you believe in us you gotta trust me, baby (trust me)
Honestly, I can't wait for you to love me baby
Don't ever doubt us baby (trust me)
He don't have the answers for your soul (trust me)
Uplift your spirits baby, hold you up (trust me)
You gotta trust that I don't fuck up our lives
I used to drive around the town and try to fuck up everybody talking to my baby, baby (oh hell nah)
I used to fuck up all the time, I was a liar switchin' stories up
Split personalities, know I drove you crazy
You need your space, I understand, you need your freedom
Girl, you and I we 'posed to mean some'
Oh, you and me together we supposed to be one
Like day ones reminiscing like
I had you screaming like (remember screaming like?)
I promise I won't tell anybody about your Victoria Secrets
(Victoria Secrets, I won't, I won't)
Babe, if you say, "I do", baby then I'ma show you what you mean to me (if you say, "I do", ha)
I'ma take good care of you (I'ma take good, you)
Trust me if you love me
It's like ring around the rosies, round and round (ow, yeah)
Up and down like a rollercoaster
If you believe in us you gotta trust me, baby (if you believe in us you gotta, ooh, trust me)
Honestly, I can't wait for you to love me baby (ooh)
Don't ever doubt us baby (trust me, yeah)
He don't have the answers for your soul (trust me, yeah)
Uplift your spirits baby, hold you up (hold you baby, trust me)
You gotta trust that I don't fuck up our lives
You ain't like them other girls, huh?
You the type don't like diamonds and pearls, huh?
Now we fucking, got you fighting with your girls now
Bitches hating, wishin' I could fuck 'em first, huh?
Stay classy, party packin', I got the world, huh?
But I need you to trust me 'cause you my girl now
Don't wanna be that nigga that's gon' stress you out
Joking when we recite our wedding vows
This is what it's all about
It's like ring around the rosies, round and round (yeah)
Up and down like a rollercoaster
If you believe in us you gotta trust me, baby (trust me)
Honestly, I can't wait for you to love me baby
Don't ever doubt us baby (trust me)
He don't have the answers for your soul (trust me)
Uplift your spirits baby, hold you up (trust me)
You gotta trust that I don't fuck up our lives
I think God made you for me
It's too good to be true
Didn't know my blessing, I learned a lesson
Every man needs a queen, oh
Don't care how far, even if it's impossible, I'ma dream
Reminiscing like
I had you screaming like (oh yeah, oh yeah)
I promise I won't tell anybody about your Victoria Secrets (I won't, I won't)
Babe, if you say, "I do", baby then I'ma show you what you mean to me (if you say, "I do", ha)
I'ma take good care of you
Trust me if you love me
It's like ring around the rosies, round and round (yeah)
Up and down like a rollercoaster
If you believe in us you gotta trust me, baby (trust me)
Honestly, I can't wait for you to love me baby
Don't ever doubt us baby (trust me)
He don't have the answers for your soul (trust me)
Uplift your spirits baby, hold you up (trust me)
You gotta trust that I don't fuck up our lives
I used to drive around the town and try to fuck up everybody talking to my baby, baby (oh hell nah)
I used to fuck up all the time, I was a liar switchin' stories up
Split personalities, know I drove you crazy
You need your space, I understand, you need your freedom
Girl, you and I we 'posed to mean some'
Oh, you and me together we supposed to be one
Like day ones reminiscing like
I had you screaming like (remember screaming like?)
I promise I won't tell anybody about your Victoria Secrets
(Victoria Secrets, I won't, I won't)
Babe, if you say, "I do", baby then I'ma show you what you mean to me (if you say, "I do", ha)
I'ma take good care of you (I'ma take good, you)
Trust me if you love me
It's like ring around the rosies, round and round (ow, yeah)
Up and down like a rollercoaster
If you believe in us you gotta trust me, baby (if you believe in us you gotta, ooh, trust me)
Honestly, I can't wait for you to love me baby (ooh)
Don't ever doubt us baby (trust me, yeah)
He don't have the answers for your soul (trust me, yeah)
Uplift your spirits baby, hold you up (hold you baby, trust me)
You gotta trust that I don't fuck up our lives
You ain't like them other girls, huh?
You the type don't like diamonds and pearls, huh?
Now we fucking, got you fighting with your girls now
Bitches hating, wishin' I could fuck 'em first, huh?
Stay classy, party packin', I got the world, huh?
But I need you to trust me 'cause you my girl now
Don't wanna be that nigga that's gon' stress you out
Joking when we recite our wedding vows
This is what it's all about
It's like ring around the rosies, round and round (yeah)
Up and down like a rollercoaster
If you believe in us you gotta trust me, baby (trust me)
Honestly, I can't wait for you to love me baby
Don't ever doubt us baby (trust me)
He don't have the answers for your soul (trust me)
Uplift your spirits baby, hold you up (trust me)
You gotta trust that I don't fuck up our lives
Let Shit Go lyrics - Chris Brown
'Bout to outlaw
You think you got the upper hand right now
Give you a taste of this life, yeah, my bad
To give a fuck about the love we had
Shut up bitch, it ain't mainstream
You wanna play with fire
Well I'm smokin' gasoline and I can't get no higher
And we all know that you a liar
Shut the fuck up, I don't wanna hear it
Got a nigga tired
But whoa, she
She wouldn't know what to say
If she was in front of my face
Nobody would know of the day
If I wasn't makin' them payments
Now you got all this to say
Need to keep it real with yourself
What are you doing? Why did you do this?
Girl, fuck you bitch, you think you slick, I'ma do my own thing
I ain't 'bout to pay you no mind
I done did this shit over and over
And I think it's 'bout time I
Let this shit go
Let this shit go
I gotta let this bitch go
I gotta let this shit go
Let it go
How you gon' be wifey when you don't really like me
I ain't fuckin' with no fighting
She be fucking with the swiper
But a nigga kinda like it
Hella [?]
But I can't blame you for it 'cause I did the same shit
And you do the lame shit just like me
Here we go, lay on the fly baby
And let me know if you want some raw baby
Do it the most, it's the same old story
Everybody knows your game baby
She wouldn't know what to say
If she was in front of my face
Nobody would know of the day
If I wasn't makin' them payments
Now you got all this to say
Need to keep it real with yourself
What are you doing? Why did you do this?
Girl, fuck you bitch, you think you slick, I'ma do my own thing
I ain't 'bout to pay you no mind
I done did this shit over and over
And I think it's 'bout time I
Let this shit go
Let this shit go
I gotta let this bitch go
I gotta let this shit go
Let it go
You think you got the upper hand right now
Give you a taste of this life, yeah, my bad
To give a fuck about the love we had
Shut up bitch, it ain't mainstream
You wanna play with fire
Well I'm smokin' gasoline and I can't get no higher
And we all know that you a liar
Shut the fuck up, I don't wanna hear it
Got a nigga tired
But whoa, she
She wouldn't know what to say
If she was in front of my face
Nobody would know of the day
If I wasn't makin' them payments
Now you got all this to say
Need to keep it real with yourself
What are you doing? Why did you do this?
Girl, fuck you bitch, you think you slick, I'ma do my own thing
I ain't 'bout to pay you no mind
I done did this shit over and over
And I think it's 'bout time I
Let this shit go
Let this shit go
I gotta let this bitch go
I gotta let this shit go
Let it go
How you gon' be wifey when you don't really like me
I ain't fuckin' with no fighting
She be fucking with the swiper
But a nigga kinda like it
Hella [?]
But I can't blame you for it 'cause I did the same shit
And you do the lame shit just like me
Here we go, lay on the fly baby
And let me know if you want some raw baby
Do it the most, it's the same old story
Everybody knows your game baby
She wouldn't know what to say
If she was in front of my face
Nobody would know of the day
If I wasn't makin' them payments
Now you got all this to say
Need to keep it real with yourself
What are you doing? Why did you do this?
Girl, fuck you bitch, you think you slick, I'ma do my own thing
I ain't 'bout to pay you no mind
I done did this shit over and over
And I think it's 'bout time I
Let this shit go
Let this shit go
I gotta let this bitch go
I gotta let this shit go
Let it go
I Wanna lyrics - Chris Brown
She turn down by the way
She got that coke bottle shape, somethin' 'bout her face
She from Broadway
She wanna hoop to my place
Wanna know how it taste
Baby girl, you know you fine, fine
Never laid your own time, time
Tear that pussy up, mine, mine
Tonight
Get it, pop your chest, it's Mardi Gras
Couple, couple baggies hangin' down
Choose just to feed your appetite
I-I-I
Oh, you don't need the sun to see it rise (oh)
Ain't no need to lie
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna (go)
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna (go)
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna
Go, yeah
She turn down by the way
She got that coke bottle shape, somethin' 'bout her face
She from Broadway
She wanna hoop to my place
Wanna know how it taste
Listen, babe, I know you right, right
You keep on giving me the high, yeah
You and I gon' light a fire
Tonight
Baby girl, don't change your mind, mind
Why we here just dancin' all night
This Patrón got a little cheap like
I-I-I
Oh, you don't need the sun to see it rise (oh)
Ain't no need to lie
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna (go)
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna (go)
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna
Go, yeah
She turn down by the way
She got that coke bottle shape, somethin' 'bout her face
She from Broadway
She wanna hoop to my place
Wanna know how it taste
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna
Oh, you don't need the sun to see it rise
Ain't no need to lie
She turn down by the way
She got that coke bottle shape, somethin' 'bout her face
She from Broadway
She wanna hoop to my place
Wanna know how it taste
She got that coke bottle shape, somethin' 'bout her face
She from Broadway
She wanna hoop to my place
Wanna know how it taste
Baby girl, you know you fine, fine
Never laid your own time, time
Tear that pussy up, mine, mine
Tonight
Get it, pop your chest, it's Mardi Gras
Couple, couple baggies hangin' down
Choose just to feed your appetite
I-I-I
Oh, you don't need the sun to see it rise (oh)
Ain't no need to lie
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna (go)
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna (go)
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna
Go, yeah
She turn down by the way
She got that coke bottle shape, somethin' 'bout her face
She from Broadway
She wanna hoop to my place
Wanna know how it taste
Listen, babe, I know you right, right
You keep on giving me the high, yeah
You and I gon' light a fire
Tonight
Baby girl, don't change your mind, mind
Why we here just dancin' all night
This Patrón got a little cheap like
I-I-I
Oh, you don't need the sun to see it rise (oh)
Ain't no need to lie
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna (go)
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna (go)
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna
Go, yeah
She turn down by the way
She got that coke bottle shape, somethin' 'bout her face
She from Broadway
She wanna hoop to my place
Wanna know how it taste
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna
Oh, you don't need the sun to see it rise
Ain't no need to lie
She turn down by the way
She got that coke bottle shape, somethin' 'bout her face
She from Broadway
She wanna hoop to my place
Wanna know how it taste
Water lyrics - Chris Brown
Baby, don't fall in love, don't you fall for me
You might be what I want, but you're not what I need
Baby, don't fall in love, don't you fall for me
You might be what I want, but you're not what I need
Oh yeah
Pussy get wet like water
But I don't call her
Pussy get wet like water
But I don't call her
Pussy get wet like water
Drippin' like water
Yeah, she get wet for me
I swear the pussy be the death of me, yeah
You're not the one, darling, oh
You can't be the one shawty, oh
Hear you bad as hell and you do it very well
But I got so many bitches and that's just how I'm living so
Baby, don't fall in love, don't you fall for me
You might be what I want, but you're not what I need
Baby, don't fall in love, don't you fall for me
You might be what I want, but you're not what I need
Oh yeah
Pussy get wet like water
But I don't call her
Pussy get wet like water
But I don't call her
Pussy get wet like water
Drippin' like water
Yeah, she get wet for me
I swear the pussy be the death of me, yeah
R.I.P. to me, swear that pussy got me weak
She shaking her knees
Locking her legs, I can hardly breathe
She making money, I have you
But she fuckin' on me for free
And she can buy her own red bottles
But I don't really care about that
Baby, don't fall in love, don't you fall for me
You might be what I want, but you're not what I need
Baby, don't fall in love, don't you fall for me
You might be what I want, but you're not what I need
Oh yeah
Pussy get wet like water
But I don't call her
Pussy get wet like water
But I don't call her
Pussy get wet like water
Drippin' like water
Yeah, she get wet for me
I swear the pussy be the death of me, yeah
Girl, you know I love to lick it, lick it
And you like it when I lick it, lick it, oh yeah
Girl, it's hard to fight the feelings
And I can't lie, you know I love it
Come on baby, that's a big mistake to shake your ass
You know I can't control my dick when you start moving that
I close my eyes but I can still feel that ass
Oh my body
Baby, don't fall in love, don't you fall for me
You might be what I want, but you're not what I need
Baby, don't fall in love, don't you fall for me
You might be what I want, but you're not what I need
Oh yeah
Pussy get wet like water
But I don't call her
Pussy get wet like water
But I don't call her
Pussy get wet like water
Drippin' like water
Yeah, she get wet for me
I swear the pussy be the death of me, yeah
Pussy get wet like water
Pussy get wet like
Pussy get wet like water
But I don't call her
Pussy get wet like water
But I don't call her
Pussy get wet like water
Drippin' like water
Yeah, she get wet for me
I swear the pussy be the death of me, yeah
You might be what I want, but you're not what I need
Baby, don't fall in love, don't you fall for me
You might be what I want, but you're not what I need
Oh yeah
Pussy get wet like water
But I don't call her
Pussy get wet like water
But I don't call her
Pussy get wet like water
Drippin' like water
Yeah, she get wet for me
I swear the pussy be the death of me, yeah
You're not the one, darling, oh
You can't be the one shawty, oh
Hear you bad as hell and you do it very well
But I got so many bitches and that's just how I'm living so
Baby, don't fall in love, don't you fall for me
You might be what I want, but you're not what I need
Baby, don't fall in love, don't you fall for me
You might be what I want, but you're not what I need
Oh yeah
Pussy get wet like water
But I don't call her
Pussy get wet like water
But I don't call her
Pussy get wet like water
Drippin' like water
Yeah, she get wet for me
I swear the pussy be the death of me, yeah
R.I.P. to me, swear that pussy got me weak
She shaking her knees
Locking her legs, I can hardly breathe
She making money, I have you
But she fuckin' on me for free
And she can buy her own red bottles
But I don't really care about that
Baby, don't fall in love, don't you fall for me
You might be what I want, but you're not what I need
Baby, don't fall in love, don't you fall for me
You might be what I want, but you're not what I need
Oh yeah
Pussy get wet like water
But I don't call her
Pussy get wet like water
But I don't call her
Pussy get wet like water
Drippin' like water
Yeah, she get wet for me
I swear the pussy be the death of me, yeah
Girl, you know I love to lick it, lick it
And you like it when I lick it, lick it, oh yeah
Girl, it's hard to fight the feelings
And I can't lie, you know I love it
Come on baby, that's a big mistake to shake your ass
You know I can't control my dick when you start moving that
I close my eyes but I can still feel that ass
Oh my body
Baby, don't fall in love, don't you fall for me
You might be what I want, but you're not what I need
Baby, don't fall in love, don't you fall for me
You might be what I want, but you're not what I need
Oh yeah
Pussy get wet like water
But I don't call her
Pussy get wet like water
But I don't call her
Pussy get wet like water
Drippin' like water
Yeah, she get wet for me
I swear the pussy be the death of me, yeah
Pussy get wet like water
Pussy get wet like
Pussy get wet like water
But I don't call her
Pussy get wet like water
But I don't call her
Pussy get wet like water
Drippin' like water
Yeah, she get wet for me
I swear the pussy be the death of me, yeah
Yoppa lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Trippie Redd)
[Trippie Redd (Chris Brown):]
Flexin' on you, I'm yo' father (ayy)
Choppa spin lugees like a motherfuckin' Llama (ayy)
Got the big racks on me, bitch I'm thumbin' through them commas
Presidential rollie got me feelin' like Obama (woo)
Blew up big, got me feelin' like Osama
Pussy rappin' 'bout that choppa
Bitch you know I keep a Yoppa (yeah)
Know I keep a Yoppa, bitch you know I keep a Yoppa
Know I told her yeah but bitch you know I keep a Yoppa, keep a Yoppa
[Chris Brown:]
Keep it on me, it stay on me at all times
Don't sleep on me, don't speak on me, its suicide
Aim it at your brain, it's insane how them slugs fly
Codeine purple rain
Is this what it means when doves cry?
Never leave my piece, full day under the seat
Protect my family 'cause I don't trust the police now
Love my choppa and I know she loves me
Ain't no safety 'cause it got the lemon squeeze
Don't even try
You ain't bout that life
You ain't ready to die
Choppa tell the truth, it expose yo' life
[Trippie Redd (Chris Brown):]
Flexin' on you, I'm yo' father (ayy, father)
Choppa spin lugees like a motherfuckin' Llama (ayy)
Got the big racks on me, bitch I'm thumbin' through them commas
Presidential rollie got me feelin' like Obama (yeah)
Blew up big, got me feelin' like Osama
Pussy rappin' 'bout that choppa
Bitch you know I keep a Yoppa (yeah)
Know I keep a Yoppa, bitch you know I keep a Yoppa
Know I told her yeah but bitch you know I keep a Yoppa, keep a Yoppa
[Chris Brown:]
Keep a Yoppa, my nigga I keep a choppa
If you put it in, your gun jam, sayonara, c'est la vie
Say you got a problem my nigg, so what's the problem?
It can go down right now, just slide up
Should think smarter, should think better
And I ain't 'bout to argue with a grown ass nigga
I ain't here to play no games, give a fuck who you claim
Got her on me, this the gang, I let it bang
Don't even try
You ain't bout that life
You ain't ready to die
Choppa tell the truth, it expose yo' life
[Trippie Redd (Chris Brown):]
Flexin' on you, I'm yo' father (ayy)
Choppa spin lugees like a motherfuckin' Llama (ayy)
Got the big racks on me, bitch I'm thumbin' through them commas
Presidential rollie got me feelin' like Obama (woo)
Blew up big, got me feelin' like Osama
Pussy rappin' 'bout that choppa
Bitch you know I keep a Yoppa (yeah)
Know I keep a Yoppa, bitch you know I keep a Yoppa
Know I told her yeah but bitch you know I keep a Yoppa, keep a Yoppa
Flexin' on you, I'm yo' father (ayy)
Choppa spin lugees like a motherfuckin' Llama (ayy)
Got the big racks on me, bitch I'm thumbin' through them commas
Presidential rollie got me feelin' like Obama (woo)
Blew up big, got me feelin' like Osama
Pussy rappin' 'bout that choppa
Bitch you know I keep a Yoppa (yeah)
Know I keep a Yoppa, bitch you know I keep a Yoppa
Know I told her yeah but bitch you know I keep a Yoppa, keep a Yoppa
[Chris Brown:]
Keep it on me, it stay on me at all times
Don't sleep on me, don't speak on me, its suicide
Aim it at your brain, it's insane how them slugs fly
Codeine purple rain
Is this what it means when doves cry?
Never leave my piece, full day under the seat
Protect my family 'cause I don't trust the police now
Love my choppa and I know she loves me
Ain't no safety 'cause it got the lemon squeeze
Don't even try
You ain't bout that life
You ain't ready to die
Choppa tell the truth, it expose yo' life
[Trippie Redd (Chris Brown):]
Flexin' on you, I'm yo' father (ayy, father)
Choppa spin lugees like a motherfuckin' Llama (ayy)
Got the big racks on me, bitch I'm thumbin' through them commas
Presidential rollie got me feelin' like Obama (yeah)
Blew up big, got me feelin' like Osama
Pussy rappin' 'bout that choppa
Bitch you know I keep a Yoppa (yeah)
Know I keep a Yoppa, bitch you know I keep a Yoppa
Know I told her yeah but bitch you know I keep a Yoppa, keep a Yoppa
[Chris Brown:]
Keep a Yoppa, my nigga I keep a choppa
If you put it in, your gun jam, sayonara, c'est la vie
Say you got a problem my nigg, so what's the problem?
It can go down right now, just slide up
Should think smarter, should think better
And I ain't 'bout to argue with a grown ass nigga
I ain't here to play no games, give a fuck who you claim
Got her on me, this the gang, I let it bang
Don't even try
You ain't bout that life
You ain't ready to die
Choppa tell the truth, it expose yo' life
[Trippie Redd (Chris Brown):]
Flexin' on you, I'm yo' father (ayy)
Choppa spin lugees like a motherfuckin' Llama (ayy)
Got the big racks on me, bitch I'm thumbin' through them commas
Presidential rollie got me feelin' like Obama (woo)
Blew up big, got me feelin' like Osama
Pussy rappin' 'bout that choppa
Bitch you know I keep a Yoppa (yeah)
Know I keep a Yoppa, bitch you know I keep a Yoppa
Know I told her yeah but bitch you know I keep a Yoppa, keep a Yoppa
Get Off lyrics - Chris Brown
I'm ready for you
And girl, you better feel the same
Take a shower and change
Girl, I'll be in the bed waiting (yeah, yeah)
Girl, kick off your shoes, be a masseuse
And feel my fingers
All on your body and through your hair
Ain't 'bout to start complainin', love it when you rainin'
Pussy popping, we be fucking everywhere
Make sure you call me when you get off
When you get to my crib, take that shit off
I know that we gon' get fucked up, girl, this the last call
For love and alcohol
You better show your ass up, yay yay
I'm tryna fuck you in the middle of the night
1 AM, 2 AM, second round, three, four, five
I wanna do all the freaky shit that you like, baby
I'ma fuck you right, make sure you call me when you get off
I know that you tired, I don't really care
'Cause I know that pussy by, baby, bring it here
I wanna put my tongue where your thong is
Baby, as long as you just give me both lips
Who yo' daddy?
When I hit it, look back at me
Snackin' then I'm smackin'
Smashin', blastin', 'cause I know your booty ain't plastic
Ooh, look at you, you the baddest
I'ma hit it like a nigga never had it
Really don't like static but I need love
When we do the nasty, you smilin'
Make sure you call me when you get off
When you get to my crib, take that shit off
I know that we gon' get fucked up, girl, this the last call
For love and alcohol
You better show your ass up, yay yay
I'm tryna fuck you in the middle of the night
1 AM, 2 AM, second round, three, four, five
I wanna do all the freaky shit that you like, baby
I'ma fuck you right, make sure you call me when you get off
Call me when you're about to get off
You better show up
No one's talkin'
I'm tired of stalkin' you
I might sound like I'm crazy and wild
'Cause I just wanna lay with you
Fuckin' it up and I cuddle with you
Had a long day, you're 'bout to have a long night
You ain't gon' get no sleep, girl
But you'll be alright
I'm tryna fuck you in the middle of the night
1 AM, 2 AM, second round, three, four, five
I wanna do all the freaky shit that you like, baby
I'ma fuck you right, make sure you call me when you get off
Call me when you get off
Make sure you call me when you get off
Call me when you get off
Make sure you call me when you get off
And girl, you better feel the same
Take a shower and change
Girl, I'll be in the bed waiting (yeah, yeah)
Girl, kick off your shoes, be a masseuse
And feel my fingers
All on your body and through your hair
Ain't 'bout to start complainin', love it when you rainin'
Pussy popping, we be fucking everywhere
Make sure you call me when you get off
When you get to my crib, take that shit off
I know that we gon' get fucked up, girl, this the last call
For love and alcohol
You better show your ass up, yay yay
I'm tryna fuck you in the middle of the night
1 AM, 2 AM, second round, three, four, five
I wanna do all the freaky shit that you like, baby
I'ma fuck you right, make sure you call me when you get off
I know that you tired, I don't really care
'Cause I know that pussy by, baby, bring it here
I wanna put my tongue where your thong is
Baby, as long as you just give me both lips
Who yo' daddy?
When I hit it, look back at me
Snackin' then I'm smackin'
Smashin', blastin', 'cause I know your booty ain't plastic
Ooh, look at you, you the baddest
I'ma hit it like a nigga never had it
Really don't like static but I need love
When we do the nasty, you smilin'
Make sure you call me when you get off
When you get to my crib, take that shit off
I know that we gon' get fucked up, girl, this the last call
For love and alcohol
You better show your ass up, yay yay
I'm tryna fuck you in the middle of the night
1 AM, 2 AM, second round, three, four, five
I wanna do all the freaky shit that you like, baby
I'ma fuck you right, make sure you call me when you get off
Call me when you're about to get off
You better show up
No one's talkin'
I'm tired of stalkin' you
I might sound like I'm crazy and wild
'Cause I just wanna lay with you
Fuckin' it up and I cuddle with you
Had a long day, you're 'bout to have a long night
You ain't gon' get no sleep, girl
But you'll be alright
I'm tryna fuck you in the middle of the night
1 AM, 2 AM, second round, three, four, five
I wanna do all the freaky shit that you like, baby
I'ma fuck you right, make sure you call me when you get off
Call me when you get off
Make sure you call me when you get off
Call me when you get off
Make sure you call me when you get off
This X-Mas lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Ella Mai)
[Ella Mai (Chris Brown):]
I've been thinking 'bout some jiggle bells (ring, ring, ring, ring)
Snow falling on the window-sill (ooh)
Santa baby you can pull ahead, yeah (yeah)
Just make sure you got that thing to give, yeah
I've been a naughty but I want to make up for the bad times (oh yeah)
Baking cookies for you, know you wanna taste it, don't you be shy
Full of cheer
I've been waiting for them 12 Reindeer
Sittin', chillin' under the mistletoe
[?] the tree, I know you feel the glow
Santa baby stay a little, don't you rush, we got time (got time)
I wanna take a selfie with you, show the world you're all mine, all mine yeah
'Cause this Christmas, will be the
First time that I tell you I'm in love with you
But hol' up Santa baby, I got trust issues
I know you gon' be
Dashing through the snow, down these chimneys
I know you got plans, I just wanna make sure you feel me
'Cause this Christmas, will be the
Greatest time of your life from me
I ain't asking for the diamond rings
I ain't really got a list of expensive things
I just want you to myself while the children sleeps
Santa baby, will you make a little time for me?
(Hooray!)
Time, time, sur-prise
What's inside?
Sweet pie
Chestnut, mine
Good times, on your sleigh-ride
Full of cheer
I've been waiting for them 12 Reindeer
Sittin', chillin' under the mistletoe
[?] the tree, I know you feel the glow
Santa baby stay a little, don't you rush, we got time
(I'm all you need, all you need)
I wanna take a selfie with you, show the world you're all mine, all mine yeah (ooh-woo)
'Cause this Christmas, will be the (this Chrismas)
First time that I tell you I'm in love with you (first time)
But hol' up Santa baby, I got trust issues
I know you gon' be (I know you gon' be)
Dashing through the snow, down these chimneys (crashin' down the chimneys)
I know you got plans, I just wanna make sure you feel me
'Cause this Christmas, will be the (this, this, this)
Greatest time of your life from me
I ain't asking for the diamond rings (ooh)
I ain't really got a list of expensive things
I just want you to myself while the children sleeps
Santa baby, will you make a little time for me?
Frosty, the snowman, it's cold out today
Hot cocoa is waiting, come get you a taste
On the 2nd Day of Christmas, my baby gave to me
Two Doves, like to think it's you and me
1st Day of Christmas, my baby gave to me
Real love and joyful memories
'Cause this Christmas, will be the (hey)
First time that I tell you I'm in love with you
But hol' up Santa baby, I got trust issues (I got)
I know you gon' be
Dashing through the snow, down these chimneys (chimneys)
I know you got plans, I just wanna make sure you feel me
'Cause this Christmas, will be the (will be)
Greatest time of your life from me
I ain't asking for the diamond rings (no, no)
I ain't really got a list of expensive things (I ain't got)
I just want you to myself while the children sleeps
Santa baby, will you make a little time for me?
Ring, ring, ring, ring
Santa baby, will you make a little time for me?
Ring, ring, ring, ring
Santa baby, will you make a little time for me?
Santa baby, will you make a little time for me?
I've been thinking 'bout some jiggle bells (ring, ring, ring, ring)
Snow falling on the window-sill (ooh)
Santa baby you can pull ahead, yeah (yeah)
Just make sure you got that thing to give, yeah
I've been a naughty but I want to make up for the bad times (oh yeah)
Baking cookies for you, know you wanna taste it, don't you be shy
Full of cheer
I've been waiting for them 12 Reindeer
Sittin', chillin' under the mistletoe
[?] the tree, I know you feel the glow
Santa baby stay a little, don't you rush, we got time (got time)
I wanna take a selfie with you, show the world you're all mine, all mine yeah
'Cause this Christmas, will be the
First time that I tell you I'm in love with you
But hol' up Santa baby, I got trust issues
I know you gon' be
Dashing through the snow, down these chimneys
I know you got plans, I just wanna make sure you feel me
'Cause this Christmas, will be the
Greatest time of your life from me
I ain't asking for the diamond rings
I ain't really got a list of expensive things
I just want you to myself while the children sleeps
Santa baby, will you make a little time for me?
(Hooray!)
Time, time, sur-prise
What's inside?
Sweet pie
Chestnut, mine
Good times, on your sleigh-ride
Full of cheer
I've been waiting for them 12 Reindeer
Sittin', chillin' under the mistletoe
[?] the tree, I know you feel the glow
Santa baby stay a little, don't you rush, we got time
(I'm all you need, all you need)
I wanna take a selfie with you, show the world you're all mine, all mine yeah (ooh-woo)
'Cause this Christmas, will be the (this Chrismas)
First time that I tell you I'm in love with you (first time)
But hol' up Santa baby, I got trust issues
I know you gon' be (I know you gon' be)
Dashing through the snow, down these chimneys (crashin' down the chimneys)
I know you got plans, I just wanna make sure you feel me
'Cause this Christmas, will be the (this, this, this)
Greatest time of your life from me
I ain't asking for the diamond rings (ooh)
I ain't really got a list of expensive things
I just want you to myself while the children sleeps
Santa baby, will you make a little time for me?
Frosty, the snowman, it's cold out today
Hot cocoa is waiting, come get you a taste
On the 2nd Day of Christmas, my baby gave to me
Two Doves, like to think it's you and me
1st Day of Christmas, my baby gave to me
Real love and joyful memories
'Cause this Christmas, will be the (hey)
First time that I tell you I'm in love with you
But hol' up Santa baby, I got trust issues (I got)
I know you gon' be
Dashing through the snow, down these chimneys (chimneys)
I know you got plans, I just wanna make sure you feel me
'Cause this Christmas, will be the (will be)
Greatest time of your life from me
I ain't asking for the diamond rings (no, no)
I ain't really got a list of expensive things (I ain't got)
I just want you to myself while the children sleeps
Santa baby, will you make a little time for me?
Ring, ring, ring, ring
Santa baby, will you make a little time for me?
Ring, ring, ring, ring
Santa baby, will you make a little time for me?
Santa baby, will you make a little time for me?
Secret lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Solo Lucci)
[Chris Brown:]
Baby, where you going? Party that way
With your sexy ass, fuck it up
Let me see you wobble, wobble, drop it, drop it, all on me
Baby, all on me, oh yeah
Take your time
Right now girl, give me the lovin' that I need, oh baby, baby
Keep it between us, this is a secret
You my little freak, girl, you know I love 'em all
'Cause you sneaky
I like it, I love it, the way you ride it
I love to eat you girl, so delicious
I know that you going to have to call into work
Because I'm giving you the business (ha)
You feel me?
Want you to show me how to so [?] a little
Push me to the limit (yeah)
Tell the neighbors we gon' fuck all night
And I don't care if they hear us
Tear that pussy up, while she looking in the mirror (oh)
Say you bad, yeah you bad, running up with you
Baby stop strippin' where the Henny at (right here!)
Breakin' glass, smokin' gas, I mean no disrespect (no babe)
I hear water, flowin' that pussy wet (ooh)
You better not tell your girls, I got up in them ribs (yeah)
'Cause that's gon' make them bitches wanna suck my dick (oh, shit)
You better take an Uber, better not tell them where I live (yeah)
Keep it to yourself (ha)
Unless you wanna share (This gon' be a party)
Baby, where you going? Party that way
With your sexy ass, fuck it up
Let me see you wobble, wobble, drop it, drop it, all on me
Baby, all on me (Baby, all on me), oh yeah
Take your time
Right now girl, give me the lovin' that I need, oh baby, baby
Keep it between us, this is a secret
You my little freak, girl, you know I love 'em all
'Cause you sneaky
[Solo Lucci:]
You can be my little secret
Yeah, I'm saucin' on you
Baby, I'm too wavy for you, got you seasick
[?]
Diamonds just like Breezy and they on us (oh yeah)
I can't lie, you fly (uh)
And they like my drop top
I see me inside you
Got me right, no hopscotch
Fuck around and blind you
Girl, you know you sneaky
And right now I'm feelin' freaky, what you tryna do
I'm tryna wait, so I got it in you
I'm like baby where you gonna party?
[?]
Why you second guessin', you gon' miss out on your blessing
[Chris Brown:]
Baby, where you going? Party that way
With your sexy ass, fuck it up
Let me see you wobble, wobble, drop it, drop it, all on me
Baby, all on me (Baby, all on me), oh yeah
Take your time
Right now girl, give me the lovin' that I need, oh baby, baby
Keep it between us, this is a secret
You my little freak, girl, you know I love 'em all
'Cause you sneaky
We makin' love all night 'til the morning
I think she want a round 3
All this sexy positions
Pussy taste like mango
So you know I ate that Georgia peach
Victoria is a secret
I just pull them panties to the side
You let me in, I'm finna stay for a long while
You know your body hates me girl
Crazy for your pussy when I cuss you out
Shake that ass, smack that ass
I got the party back
Cocaine and molly, that's a heart attack
Girl when I last, you have some sex
I mean no disrespect
Girl, I'm tryna get that pussy wet
Girl, you might see me with the Bloods and Crips
Is thug life, bitch you know what it is
Two girls fucking, while I'm licking on the ear
Just where the party at?
Babe, I'm tryna make a fifth for you
Baby, where you going? Party that way
With your sexy ass, fuck it up
Let me see you wobble, wobble, drop it, drop it, all on me
Baby, all on me (Baby, all on me), oh yeah
Take your time
Right now girl, give me the lovin' that I need, oh baby, baby
Keep it between us, this is a secret
You my little freak, girl, you know I love 'em all
'Cause you sneaky
Baby, where you going? Party that way
With your sexy ass, fuck it up
Let me see you wobble, wobble, drop it, drop it, all on me
Baby, all on me, oh yeah
Take your time
Right now girl, give me the lovin' that I need, oh baby, baby
Keep it between us, this is a secret
You my little freak, girl, you know I love 'em all
'Cause you sneaky
I like it, I love it, the way you ride it
I love to eat you girl, so delicious
I know that you going to have to call into work
Because I'm giving you the business (ha)
You feel me?
Want you to show me how to so [?] a little
Push me to the limit (yeah)
Tell the neighbors we gon' fuck all night
And I don't care if they hear us
Tear that pussy up, while she looking in the mirror (oh)
Say you bad, yeah you bad, running up with you
Baby stop strippin' where the Henny at (right here!)
Breakin' glass, smokin' gas, I mean no disrespect (no babe)
I hear water, flowin' that pussy wet (ooh)
You better not tell your girls, I got up in them ribs (yeah)
'Cause that's gon' make them bitches wanna suck my dick (oh, shit)
You better take an Uber, better not tell them where I live (yeah)
Keep it to yourself (ha)
Unless you wanna share (This gon' be a party)
Baby, where you going? Party that way
With your sexy ass, fuck it up
Let me see you wobble, wobble, drop it, drop it, all on me
Baby, all on me (Baby, all on me), oh yeah
Take your time
Right now girl, give me the lovin' that I need, oh baby, baby
Keep it between us, this is a secret
You my little freak, girl, you know I love 'em all
'Cause you sneaky
[Solo Lucci:]
You can be my little secret
Yeah, I'm saucin' on you
Baby, I'm too wavy for you, got you seasick
[?]
Diamonds just like Breezy and they on us (oh yeah)
I can't lie, you fly (uh)
And they like my drop top
I see me inside you
Got me right, no hopscotch
Fuck around and blind you
Girl, you know you sneaky
And right now I'm feelin' freaky, what you tryna do
I'm tryna wait, so I got it in you
I'm like baby where you gonna party?
[?]
Why you second guessin', you gon' miss out on your blessing
[Chris Brown:]
Baby, where you going? Party that way
With your sexy ass, fuck it up
Let me see you wobble, wobble, drop it, drop it, all on me
Baby, all on me (Baby, all on me), oh yeah
Take your time
Right now girl, give me the lovin' that I need, oh baby, baby
Keep it between us, this is a secret
You my little freak, girl, you know I love 'em all
'Cause you sneaky
We makin' love all night 'til the morning
I think she want a round 3
All this sexy positions
Pussy taste like mango
So you know I ate that Georgia peach
Victoria is a secret
I just pull them panties to the side
You let me in, I'm finna stay for a long while
You know your body hates me girl
Crazy for your pussy when I cuss you out
Shake that ass, smack that ass
I got the party back
Cocaine and molly, that's a heart attack
Girl when I last, you have some sex
I mean no disrespect
Girl, I'm tryna get that pussy wet
Girl, you might see me with the Bloods and Crips
Is thug life, bitch you know what it is
Two girls fucking, while I'm licking on the ear
Just where the party at?
Babe, I'm tryna make a fifth for you
Baby, where you going? Party that way
With your sexy ass, fuck it up
Let me see you wobble, wobble, drop it, drop it, all on me
Baby, all on me (Baby, all on me), oh yeah
Take your time
Right now girl, give me the lovin' that I need, oh baby, baby
Keep it between us, this is a secret
You my little freak, girl, you know I love 'em all
'Cause you sneaky
mixtape: "Burn My Name" (2017)
- Fuck Them Hoes lyrics - Ray-J & Chris Brown
- I Already Love Her lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Ray J)
- Come Back lyrics - Ray-J & Chris Brown
- Side Bitch lyrics - Ray-J & Chris Brown
- Interlude [Vince Staples] lyrics - Ray-J & Chris Brown
- Cherry Red Vans lyrics - Ray-J & Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Luvaboy TJ & Ray J)
- New Gang lyrics - Ray-J & Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Luvaboy TJ & Ray J)
- Let It Bang lyrics - Ray-J & Chris Brown (feat. Payso B, Jackie Long, Truth KO, Knotch)
- Famous lyrics - Ray-J & Chris Brown
- Burn My Name lyrics - Ray-J & Chris Brown (feat. Bizzy Bone)
Fuck Them Hoes lyrics - Ray-J & Chris Brown
[Jacquees & Chris Brown]
I said I'm sorry if I hurt you, baby (I'm sorry, I'm sorry)
'Cause I been, I been fuckin' hoes (ooh)
And I know you don't care about shit right now
Fuck that, I can't let it go
Oh yeah
I know I've been fuckin' hoes, fuck them hoes
You know I, you know I, fuck them hoes, girl, I own it
Every time I'm out of line, fuck them hoes
I know I been a dog but you now that you here tonight
Fuck them hoes
[Chris Brown:]
Baby, I been doin' way too much, I'm ruthless (yeah, yeah)
I been playin' stupid, way too much excuses (stupid, oh yeah)
I know I let you down, pussy made me lose it (down, ow)
You know my mind get stupid whenever she shake her booty (ha)
Tried to make her by makin' her payments
Nigga keepin' a lid on the latest
In the dog house, 'bout to buy a plane for her
'Cause, she don't fuck with the Mercedes
Money, I'm in cut with the paper
And she in the cut with the razor
Baby, just do me a favor
Live for now and talk 'bout it later
[Jacquees & Chris Brown:]
I said I'm sorry if I hurt you, baby (I'm sorry, I'm sorry)
'Cause I been, I been fuckin' hoes (ooh)
And I know you don't care about shit right now
Fuck that, I can't let it go
Oh yeah
I know I've been fuckin' hoes, fuck them hoes
You know I, you know I, fuck them hoes, girl, I own it
Every time I'm out of line, fuck them hoes
I know I been a dog but you now that you here tonight
Fuck them hoes
[Ray J:]
You know I been whippin', whippin', young, rich and ruthless
And I been playin' stupid, way too much excuses
I know I let you down, when I saw you do it
You put your heart into it and then I broke into it
Damn, girl, I'm sorry
All these drugs I'm doin'
All this weed I'm smokin'
All these bitches choosin'
I'm the one in the club with the paper
All of these models I paid for
2: 30 in the club, gettin' fucked up
Let's talk about that shit later
[Jacquees, Ray J & Chris Brown:]
I said I'm sorry if I hurt you, baby (talk about it later, I'm sorry, I'm sorry)
'Cause I been, I been fuckin' hoes (ooh)
And I know you don't care about shit right now
Fuck that, I can't let it go
Oh yeah
I know I've been fuckin' hoes, fuck them hoes
You know I, you know I, fuck them hoes, girl, I own it
Every time I'm out of line, fuck them hoes
I know I been a dog but you now that you here tonight, fuck them hoes
I said I'm sorry if I hurt you, baby (I'm sorry, I'm sorry)
'Cause I been, I been fuckin' hoes (ooh)
And I know you don't care about shit right now
Fuck that, I can't let it go
Oh yeah
I know I've been fuckin' hoes, fuck them hoes
You know I, you know I, fuck them hoes, girl, I own it
Every time I'm out of line, fuck them hoes
I know I been a dog but you now that you here tonight
Fuck them hoes
[Chris Brown:]
Baby, I been doin' way too much, I'm ruthless (yeah, yeah)
I been playin' stupid, way too much excuses (stupid, oh yeah)
I know I let you down, pussy made me lose it (down, ow)
You know my mind get stupid whenever she shake her booty (ha)
Tried to make her by makin' her payments
Nigga keepin' a lid on the latest
In the dog house, 'bout to buy a plane for her
'Cause, she don't fuck with the Mercedes
Money, I'm in cut with the paper
And she in the cut with the razor
Baby, just do me a favor
Live for now and talk 'bout it later
[Jacquees & Chris Brown:]
I said I'm sorry if I hurt you, baby (I'm sorry, I'm sorry)
'Cause I been, I been fuckin' hoes (ooh)
And I know you don't care about shit right now
Fuck that, I can't let it go
Oh yeah
I know I've been fuckin' hoes, fuck them hoes
You know I, you know I, fuck them hoes, girl, I own it
Every time I'm out of line, fuck them hoes
I know I been a dog but you now that you here tonight
Fuck them hoes
[Ray J:]
You know I been whippin', whippin', young, rich and ruthless
And I been playin' stupid, way too much excuses
I know I let you down, when I saw you do it
You put your heart into it and then I broke into it
Damn, girl, I'm sorry
All these drugs I'm doin'
All this weed I'm smokin'
All these bitches choosin'
I'm the one in the club with the paper
All of these models I paid for
2: 30 in the club, gettin' fucked up
Let's talk about that shit later
[Jacquees, Ray J & Chris Brown:]
I said I'm sorry if I hurt you, baby (talk about it later, I'm sorry, I'm sorry)
'Cause I been, I been fuckin' hoes (ooh)
And I know you don't care about shit right now
Fuck that, I can't let it go
Oh yeah
I know I've been fuckin' hoes, fuck them hoes
You know I, you know I, fuck them hoes, girl, I own it
Every time I'm out of line, fuck them hoes
I know I been a dog but you now that you here tonight, fuck them hoes
I Already Love Her lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Ray J)
[Chris Brown:]
It's a battle in this love war
Through the fire, I'm your dragon slayer
Yeah, oh I
It feels like I'm drowning in water
Needed more air, all alone
You don't remember all the love we shared
And you pretend not to care
Girl it tears me
You've been fallin' in and out of love
All of your friends they keep tellin' me I'm a hoe
I keep fuckin' up, it's really hard to trust me
Going crazy off that codeine in that car, baby help me
Fuck it, I already love her, already smokin' that killer
Fuck it, I already love her, so let me start fuckin' with bitches
Fuck it, I already love her, I turn that girl to a lady
I put that girl in a Mercedes, 2016, the latest
Fuck it, I already love her
Oh, fuck it, I already love her
Fuck it, I already love her
Fuck it, I already love her
[Ray J:]
It's a battle in this love war
Through the fire, I'm your dragon slayer
Woah, I needed your help
Fuck it, I already love her, guess I'll stop fuckin' with bitches
And I won't be all undercover, oh you gon' see lots of pictures, oh yeah
Ever since I saw your photo, I've been doing a whole lotta drinkin;
Got fucked up off the coco, I did it until it was finished
It's like a dragon's burnin' in my soul
And I keep on battlin' with this devil on my shoulder
[Ray J & Chris Brown:]
Fuck it, I already love her, already smokin' that killer
Fuck it, I already love her, I can make her to a woman
That PG we fuckin' yeah
Put her in the mile high club, y'all
Fuck it, I already love her, already smokin' that killer
Fuck it, I already love her, so let me start fuckin' with bitches
Fuck it, I already love her, I turn that girl to a lady
I put that girl in a Mercedes, 2016, the latest
Fuck it, I already love her
Oh, fuck it, I already love her
Fuck it, I already love her
Fuck it, I already love her
It's a battle in this love war
Through the fire, I'm your dragon slayer
Yeah, oh I
It feels like I'm drowning in water
Needed more air, all alone
You don't remember all the love we shared
And you pretend not to care
Girl it tears me
You've been fallin' in and out of love
All of your friends they keep tellin' me I'm a hoe
I keep fuckin' up, it's really hard to trust me
Going crazy off that codeine in that car, baby help me
Fuck it, I already love her, already smokin' that killer
Fuck it, I already love her, so let me start fuckin' with bitches
Fuck it, I already love her, I turn that girl to a lady
I put that girl in a Mercedes, 2016, the latest
Fuck it, I already love her
Oh, fuck it, I already love her
Fuck it, I already love her
Fuck it, I already love her
[Ray J:]
It's a battle in this love war
Through the fire, I'm your dragon slayer
Woah, I needed your help
Fuck it, I already love her, guess I'll stop fuckin' with bitches
And I won't be all undercover, oh you gon' see lots of pictures, oh yeah
Ever since I saw your photo, I've been doing a whole lotta drinkin;
Got fucked up off the coco, I did it until it was finished
It's like a dragon's burnin' in my soul
And I keep on battlin' with this devil on my shoulder
[Ray J & Chris Brown:]
Fuck it, I already love her, already smokin' that killer
Fuck it, I already love her, I can make her to a woman
That PG we fuckin' yeah
Put her in the mile high club, y'all
Fuck it, I already love her, already smokin' that killer
Fuck it, I already love her, so let me start fuckin' with bitches
Fuck it, I already love her, I turn that girl to a lady
I put that girl in a Mercedes, 2016, the latest
Fuck it, I already love her
Oh, fuck it, I already love her
Fuck it, I already love her
Fuck it, I already love her
Come Back lyrics - Ray-J & Chris Brown
[Ray J:]
Girl, you should stay in tonight (oh, woah)
We don't gotta go out
'Cause I got something planned special, for you
But baby, you could keep your heels on and that lingerie
I'm loving your panties, in my bed, keep it romantic (mm, oh)
And girl, I know the sheets is all white
We can fuck 'em up, girl, it's all right
[Chris Brown & Ray J:]
Let's disappear, yeah, yeah
If you don't mind leaving your girlfriends, no?
We don't need nobody watching us, yeah
'Cause baby, that's when we making love
I want for you to scream, when you're about to climax (ooh)
When I'm kissing you, holding you and fucking you on the floor (ooh)
And when I'm inside, I'm gonna give it to you more (when I'm inside)
So you gon' come back
[Chris Brown:]
Oh, babe, your body, your body, your body (damn)
Oh, give it all to me, I don't wanna share
Making you scream, when I'm pullin' your hair
Neighbors bangin' on the walls
And baby, we're louder than the music
We goin' faster and faster
It can't get no better, lovin' is right here
So let's go
[Chris Brown & Ray J:]
Let's disappear, yeah, yeah
If you don't mind leaving your girlfriends, no?
We don't need nobody watching us, yeah
'Cause that's when, 'cause baby, that's when we making love (making love)
I want for you to scream, when you're about to climax (when you climax, ooh)
When I'm kissing you, holding you and fucking you on the floor (we doin' it on the floor)
And when I'm inside, I'm gonna give it to you more
So you gon' come back
[Ray J:]
All in your dreams, you gon' see my face at night (ooh)
My tongue, goes in the perfect place, right (ooh)
Girl, I want it, but, I know you want it more
Let's run away and watch you come back for more
Oh, let's get started with a little foreplay
Can we fuck up the bed? On them white sheets, yeah
Ooh, I know you gon' be comin' back
Gave you the best, now you runnin' it back
You know, I just wanna love you tonight
[Chris Brown & Ray J:]
Let's disappear, yeah, yeah
If you don't mind leaving your girlfriends, no? (you don't mind)
We'll be alright until the sunrise
'Cause baby, 'cause that's when, that's when we making love
I want for you to scream, when you're about to climax (ooh, I want for you to scream, ooh, ooh)
When I'm kissing you, holding you, fucking you on the floor (on the floor)
And when I'm inside
If I give it to you once more, you gon' come back
[Chris Brown:]
Let's disappear, yeah, yeah
If you don't mind leaving your girlfriends, no?
'Cause baby, that's when we makin' love
I want for you to scream, when you're about to climax
When I'm kissing you, holding you, fucking you on the floor
And when I'm inside
If I give it to you once more, you gon' come back
Side Bitch lyrics - Ray-J & Chris Brown
[Chris Brown:]
You ain't nothing but trouble, yeah, yeah
Girl, that's why you my side bitch
Give your ass to all them niggas
I just wanna fuck, no love
Say you love me, bitch, you lying
Give your ass to all them niggas
She's sexy, I want that
I know she been leadin' me on
He gave her a bottle of Rosé
Watch that bitch turn off her phone
She sneaky, can't believe
Anything that comes out her lips
Girl, that's why you my side bitch
That's why you my side bitch
Look, I'm takin' shots of D'USSÉ
Te-tellin' me you love me, better watch what you say
Bitchbitch, you a bird, I got a flock of groupies
Lo-lo-lookin' for the money, bitch, I ball, I'm too paid
What you, what you mean I ain't never committin'?
Every nigga in LA to hit it
I ain't, I ain't throwin' no shade, lil' mama got amazin' titties
Big booty but her brain is missin'
Let me paint the picture
Says she, says she couldn't see me tonight, had to go to work
Had to get her weight up
4-45 minutes later, seen the bitch in the club with another nigga laid up (laid up)
With her triflin' ass, I guess this hoe all about her paper
I'm-I'm-I'ma do me, I-I-I told her don't do me no favors, favors
Thinkin' 'bout wildin' out, then the DJ startin' shoutin' me out
Yeah, I'm finna send my niggas to the bitch crib
While she fuckin' my niggas, runnin' the house
Huh, I need to cool down, nigga
Call myself Brown, you that nigga
Get up off that mob shit
A nigga can't really be mad about a side bitch, ha
You ain't nothing but trouble, yeah, yeah
Girl, that's why you my side bitch
Give your ass to all them niggas
I just wanna fuck, no love
Say you love me, bitch, you lying
Give your ass to all them niggas
She's sexy, I want that
I know she been leadin' me on
He gave her a bottle of Rosé
Watch that bitch turn off her phone
She sneaky, can't believe
Anything that comes out her lips
Girl, that's why you my side bitch
That's why you my side bitch
[Ray J:]
I-I-I got a lot of freaky reasons
Why-why I call you my side chick, I-I-I call you my side chick (side chick)
I-I fuck you every other season (si-si-side chick, oh yeah)
Ba-baby, you too much trouble for a nigga to be in (si-si-side chick)
Why does that pussy feel so good? (So fucking good)
A fucked up position for a nigga to be in
She got so much motivation, my side bitch
Pussypussypussy good and hella tight
A fucked up position for a nigga to be in
Girl, we be fuckin' this bitch 'til she hate it
Bo-bottom bitches kinda crazy
Too much trouble for a nigga to be in
Si-si-side bitch tryna have my babies
[Chris Brown (Ray J):]
You ain't nothing but trouble, yeah, yeah (ooh, woah)
Girl, that's why you my side bitch (th-th-that's why you my side bitch)
Give your ass to all them niggas (all my niggas)
I just wanna fuck, no love (fuck, no love)
Say you love me, bitch, you lying
Give your ass to all them niggas (oh, wanna let the homies get it)
She's sexy, I want that
I know she been leadin' me on (and I know she been leadin' me on)
He gave her a bottle of Rosé (of Rosé)
Watch that bitch turn off her phone
She sneaky, can't believe
Anything that comes out her lips (can't believe anything that this bitch talking 'bout)
Girl, that's why you my side bitch (that's why)
That's why you my side bitch (that's why you my side bitch)
[Ray J:]
Yeah, ooh, that's why
That's why, that's why
You ain't nothing but trouble, yeah, yeah
Girl, that's why you my side bitch
Give your ass to all them niggas
I just wanna fuck, no love
Say you love me, bitch, you lying
Give your ass to all them niggas
She's sexy, I want that
I know she been leadin' me on
He gave her a bottle of Rosé
Watch that bitch turn off her phone
She sneaky, can't believe
Anything that comes out her lips
Girl, that's why you my side bitch
That's why you my side bitch
Look, I'm takin' shots of D'USSÉ
Te-tellin' me you love me, better watch what you say
Bitchbitch, you a bird, I got a flock of groupies
Lo-lo-lookin' for the money, bitch, I ball, I'm too paid
What you, what you mean I ain't never committin'?
Every nigga in LA to hit it
I ain't, I ain't throwin' no shade, lil' mama got amazin' titties
Big booty but her brain is missin'
Let me paint the picture
Says she, says she couldn't see me tonight, had to go to work
Had to get her weight up
4-45 minutes later, seen the bitch in the club with another nigga laid up (laid up)
With her triflin' ass, I guess this hoe all about her paper
I'm-I'm-I'ma do me, I-I-I told her don't do me no favors, favors
Thinkin' 'bout wildin' out, then the DJ startin' shoutin' me out
Yeah, I'm finna send my niggas to the bitch crib
While she fuckin' my niggas, runnin' the house
Huh, I need to cool down, nigga
Call myself Brown, you that nigga
Get up off that mob shit
A nigga can't really be mad about a side bitch, ha
You ain't nothing but trouble, yeah, yeah
Girl, that's why you my side bitch
Give your ass to all them niggas
I just wanna fuck, no love
Say you love me, bitch, you lying
Give your ass to all them niggas
She's sexy, I want that
I know she been leadin' me on
He gave her a bottle of Rosé
Watch that bitch turn off her phone
She sneaky, can't believe
Anything that comes out her lips
Girl, that's why you my side bitch
That's why you my side bitch
[Ray J:]
I-I-I got a lot of freaky reasons
Why-why I call you my side chick, I-I-I call you my side chick (side chick)
I-I fuck you every other season (si-si-side chick, oh yeah)
Ba-baby, you too much trouble for a nigga to be in (si-si-side chick)
Why does that pussy feel so good? (So fucking good)
A fucked up position for a nigga to be in
She got so much motivation, my side bitch
Pussypussypussy good and hella tight
A fucked up position for a nigga to be in
Girl, we be fuckin' this bitch 'til she hate it
Bo-bottom bitches kinda crazy
Too much trouble for a nigga to be in
Si-si-side bitch tryna have my babies
[Chris Brown (Ray J):]
You ain't nothing but trouble, yeah, yeah (ooh, woah)
Girl, that's why you my side bitch (th-th-that's why you my side bitch)
Give your ass to all them niggas (all my niggas)
I just wanna fuck, no love (fuck, no love)
Say you love me, bitch, you lying
Give your ass to all them niggas (oh, wanna let the homies get it)
She's sexy, I want that
I know she been leadin' me on (and I know she been leadin' me on)
He gave her a bottle of Rosé (of Rosé)
Watch that bitch turn off her phone
She sneaky, can't believe
Anything that comes out her lips (can't believe anything that this bitch talking 'bout)
Girl, that's why you my side bitch (that's why)
That's why you my side bitch (that's why you my side bitch)
[Ray J:]
Yeah, ooh, that's why
That's why, that's why
Interlude [Vince Staples] lyrics - Ray-J & Chris Brown
[Tyler, The Creator:]
Can you, I don't know if you've ever said this in an interview, can you tell them your theory, on how Ray J, has never taken an L?
[Vince Staples:]
Ray J will never lose, Ray J is the man, Ray J is probably top 5, hip-hop, West Coast of all time
[Interviewer:]
Why? Why do you feel this way, Vince?
[Vince Staples:]
Does Ray J not have hits?
[Interviewer:]
He has a couple hits
[Vince Staples:]
Ray J was the first Blood on a record that was certified. Have you seen the [?] interview?
[Interviewer:]
No, what did he say in it?
[Vince Staples:]
So, without Ray J, there is no game. This interview, first Ray J album, peep that out. I was just a youngster hanging on the 9 block. Okay?
[Tyler, The Creator:]
It's, it's, it's more facts like, he has...
[Interviewer:]
Facts, why, what you mean he never takes an L? He always end up winning?
[Vince Staples:]
You like Kanye West music don't you?
[Interviewer:]
Of course I do
[Vince Staples:]
You like Moesha don't you?
[Interviewer:]
Of course
[Vince Staples:]
You like VH1 don't you?
[Interviewer:]
VH1 is a great channel
[Vince Staples:]
Ray J has had a hand in everything that's occurred in black culture. Nigga disrespected the money team. Ray J was the first to hop up. Bro, everything that we love is directly directed to Ray J. Period
[Tyler, The Creator:]
Excuse me
[Vince Staples:]
For the, for the, for the love of Ray J
[Interviewer:]
For the love
[Vince Staples:]
Love & Hip-Hop, Ray J. That was the name of that fucking song on that show, period
[Interviewer:]
Woah, woah. Corey, can you work on getting a Ray J feature for this?
[Vince Staples:]
We don't need a Ray J feature, we not ready for nothing like that. We just need a cosign
Can you, I don't know if you've ever said this in an interview, can you tell them your theory, on how Ray J, has never taken an L?
[Vince Staples:]
Ray J will never lose, Ray J is the man, Ray J is probably top 5, hip-hop, West Coast of all time
[Interviewer:]
Why? Why do you feel this way, Vince?
[Vince Staples:]
Does Ray J not have hits?
[Interviewer:]
He has a couple hits
[Vince Staples:]
Ray J was the first Blood on a record that was certified. Have you seen the [?] interview?
[Interviewer:]
No, what did he say in it?
[Vince Staples:]
So, without Ray J, there is no game. This interview, first Ray J album, peep that out. I was just a youngster hanging on the 9 block. Okay?
[Tyler, The Creator:]
It's, it's, it's more facts like, he has...
[Interviewer:]
Facts, why, what you mean he never takes an L? He always end up winning?
[Vince Staples:]
You like Kanye West music don't you?
[Interviewer:]
Of course I do
[Vince Staples:]
You like Moesha don't you?
[Interviewer:]
Of course
[Vince Staples:]
You like VH1 don't you?
[Interviewer:]
VH1 is a great channel
[Vince Staples:]
Ray J has had a hand in everything that's occurred in black culture. Nigga disrespected the money team. Ray J was the first to hop up. Bro, everything that we love is directly directed to Ray J. Period
[Tyler, The Creator:]
Excuse me
[Vince Staples:]
For the, for the, for the love of Ray J
[Interviewer:]
For the love
[Vince Staples:]
Love & Hip-Hop, Ray J. That was the name of that fucking song on that show, period
[Interviewer:]
Woah, woah. Corey, can you work on getting a Ray J feature for this?
[Vince Staples:]
We don't need a Ray J feature, we not ready for nothing like that. We just need a cosign
Cherry Red Vans lyrics - Ray-J & Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Luvaboy TJ & Ray J)
[Chris Brown, Luvaboy TJ & Ray J:]
Just a young, fly nigga with a plan
Make 100 million in my cherry red van
Cherry red van, cherry red
Cherry red, cherry red
My niggas soo-woo and it's all on sight
A wife make a straight bitch wanna go dyke
I got that coke pure white, in them baby blue Xans
'Bout to make a million in my cherry red van, cherry red van
[Ray J:]
This one for my niggas in the slam, cherry red
Pontiac, 5 bird, Trans-Am
My auntie got the collard greens cookin' in the pan
And it feel like Thanksgiving when we feastin' with the fam
I buy my bottom bitch burgundy Porsche Cayenne
Paid my taxes to the church and said, "Fuck Uncle Sam"
I keep a mill in the oven like some honey baked ham
I went from black tuxedo with some cherry red Vans
[Chris Brown, Luvaboy TJ & Ray J:]
Just a young, fly nigga with a plan
Make 100 million in my cherry red van
Cherry red van, cherry red
Cherry red, cherry red
My niggas soo-woo and it's all on sight
A wife make a straight bitch wanna go dyke
I got that coke pure white, in them baby blue Xans
'Bout to make a million in my cherry red van, cherry red van
Cherry red van, cherry red van
Cherry red, cherry red van
[Chris Brown:]
All of you niggas some fake hoes
I dare any nigga to try some
Niggas upset, but won't take a hit
It's eastside nigga, 500
Piru, single that nigga from Avenue
Ray J, I fuck with this centre views
Give you one problem, we make the news
Soo-woo to my down boos
Pistol hang where my nuts at
Rain of fire, that's a blood bath
You already know where my cup at
Actavis, you can't touch that
If you got a problem, then pull up
We gon' handle this shit now
Only reason you hang with the shooters
Cause you not the man in the house
[Chris Brown, Luvaboy TJ & Ray J:]
Just a young, fly nigga with a plan
Make 100 million in my cherry red van
Cherry red van, cherry red
Cherry red, cherry red
My niggas soo-woo and it's all on sight
A wife make a straight bitch wanna go dyke
I got that coke pure white, in them baby blue Xans
'Bout to make a million in my cherry red van, cherry red van
[Luvaboy TJ:]
Lace up my red Vans, duckin' the feds
Helicopters on my head
Movin' the work on my momma house
Had to get the cheese, bitch a mighty mouse
Pull up in that cherry red chain
Breakin' the bread down with all my niggas
This is how we hang
Earned my stripes in the street like I banged up
That thug life, that's that hood life
Live your flag and throw your set up
Hustle for that good life
Chitty chitty bang bang
Ain't nothin' but a whoop thing
No stoppin' that shoot train
Bomb on 'em like Hussain
[Chris Brown, Luvaboy TJ & Ray J:]
Just a young, fly nigga with a plan
Make 100 million in my cherry red van
Cherry red van, cherry red
Cherry red, cherry red
My niggas soo-woo and it's all on sight
A wife make a straight bitch wanna go dyke
I got that coke pure white, in them baby blue Xans
'Bout to make a million in my cherry red van, cherry red van
Cherry red
Just a young, fly nigga with a plan
Make 100 million in my cherry red van
Cherry red van, cherry red
Cherry red, cherry red
My niggas soo-woo and it's all on sight
A wife make a straight bitch wanna go dyke
I got that coke pure white, in them baby blue Xans
'Bout to make a million in my cherry red van, cherry red van
[Ray J:]
This one for my niggas in the slam, cherry red
Pontiac, 5 bird, Trans-Am
My auntie got the collard greens cookin' in the pan
And it feel like Thanksgiving when we feastin' with the fam
I buy my bottom bitch burgundy Porsche Cayenne
Paid my taxes to the church and said, "Fuck Uncle Sam"
I keep a mill in the oven like some honey baked ham
I went from black tuxedo with some cherry red Vans
[Chris Brown, Luvaboy TJ & Ray J:]
Just a young, fly nigga with a plan
Make 100 million in my cherry red van
Cherry red van, cherry red
Cherry red, cherry red
My niggas soo-woo and it's all on sight
A wife make a straight bitch wanna go dyke
I got that coke pure white, in them baby blue Xans
'Bout to make a million in my cherry red van, cherry red van
Cherry red van, cherry red van
Cherry red, cherry red van
[Chris Brown:]
All of you niggas some fake hoes
I dare any nigga to try some
Niggas upset, but won't take a hit
It's eastside nigga, 500
Piru, single that nigga from Avenue
Ray J, I fuck with this centre views
Give you one problem, we make the news
Soo-woo to my down boos
Pistol hang where my nuts at
Rain of fire, that's a blood bath
You already know where my cup at
Actavis, you can't touch that
If you got a problem, then pull up
We gon' handle this shit now
Only reason you hang with the shooters
Cause you not the man in the house
[Chris Brown, Luvaboy TJ & Ray J:]
Just a young, fly nigga with a plan
Make 100 million in my cherry red van
Cherry red van, cherry red
Cherry red, cherry red
My niggas soo-woo and it's all on sight
A wife make a straight bitch wanna go dyke
I got that coke pure white, in them baby blue Xans
'Bout to make a million in my cherry red van, cherry red van
[Luvaboy TJ:]
Lace up my red Vans, duckin' the feds
Helicopters on my head
Movin' the work on my momma house
Had to get the cheese, bitch a mighty mouse
Pull up in that cherry red chain
Breakin' the bread down with all my niggas
This is how we hang
Earned my stripes in the street like I banged up
That thug life, that's that hood life
Live your flag and throw your set up
Hustle for that good life
Chitty chitty bang bang
Ain't nothin' but a whoop thing
No stoppin' that shoot train
Bomb on 'em like Hussain
[Chris Brown, Luvaboy TJ & Ray J:]
Just a young, fly nigga with a plan
Make 100 million in my cherry red van
Cherry red van, cherry red
Cherry red, cherry red
My niggas soo-woo and it's all on sight
A wife make a straight bitch wanna go dyke
I got that coke pure white, in them baby blue Xans
'Bout to make a million in my cherry red van, cherry red van
Cherry red
New Gang lyrics - Ray-J & Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Luvaboy TJ & Ray J)
[Ray J & Chris Brown:]
Oh you see the new gang comin', new gang comin'
Got that new gang comin' in
You see the new gang comin'
Bitch it's OHB, yeah we comin'
Propane got us all blunted
The cocaine got her nose runny
The strap got 100 rounds in it
If it ain't about money nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'
[Ray J:]
Pull up to the club 'bout 100
It's a lotta Pirus and a couple bounty hunters
I'm whippin' in that Wraith with my gunners
105 west with some shooters right in front of us
Got that meth lab up and runnin'
Rest in peace to the big homie [?]
Rest in peace to young [?] lil homie
From Centerville to Fruit Town, we gettin' money
[Luvaboy TJ:]
You don't bang bang, you ain't gang gang
You ain't never slang, choppin' 'caine
With a bad bitch from Spain
Talkin' slang off the Promethazine
OHB bitch, new whip
Stashed with rubber grips
Stackin' chips
Some of my homies Bloods and some bangin' Srips
22 rims with my brims and some lady friends
Stackin' ends, niggas in my way, that's one to the chin
Pockets on swole, I got a bunch of bands on me
All these model bitches, they can't keep they hands off me
[Ray J & Chris Brown:]
Oh you see the new gang comin', new gang comin'
Got that new gang comin' in
You see the new gang comin'
Bitch it's OHB, yeah we comin'
[Chris Brown:]
Pull up, pull up if you 'bout it nigga
Where I'm from, we body niggas
Kamakazis on Kawasakis
On 12 o'clock, you ain't ridin' with us
I got killers that do what I say when I need
Bullets spray fire out that lever
I got homies pullin' up in broad day
And set this bitch off like Keef
Smokin' Khalifa
And you was the one sayin' you was ready for war
Now you on the ship, you sound like a bitch
Can't fuck with your boy
This that new gang
All my niggas wear new chains
And I put my bitch in a Mulsanne
OHB in a black Lamb' like Bruce Wayne
[Ray J & Chris Brown:]
Oh you see the new gang comin', new gang comin'
Got that new gang comin' in
You see the new gang comin'
Bitch it's OHB, yeah we comin'
Propane got us all blunted
The cocaine got her nose runny
The strap got 100 rounds in it
If it ain't about money nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'
[Ray J:]
Pardon me but I don't usually talk a lot
If you ain't talkin' money, nigga what you talkin' 'bout?
The drop head take up multiple parkin' spots
Nowadays gotta keep most shooters in Harvey got
All about my presidents, hustle, never hesitant
Fuck who you invested in cause me, my niggas next to win
Money be my closest kin, I consider it my fam
Keep the drummer like a bam and bein' broke, I never can
Money's all I understand, I speak that shit fluently
Every way, you never there, we call that shit truancy
You speakin' that foolery, this money's nothin' new to me
Ain't worried 'bout who's hot, I was cool before it was cool to be
Fucking with a triant god, welcome to the tribe mob
Plus we out here ballin', bang it down like a LeBron lob
Championship rings for me and my fellow squad
Truth 100 like the numbers never lie, yeah
[Ray J & Chris Brown:]
Oh you see the new gang comin', new gang comin'
Got that new gang comin' in
You see the new gang comin'
Bitch it's OHB, yeah we comin'
Propane got us all blunted
The cocaine got her nose runny
The strap got 100 rounds in it
If it ain't about money nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'
Oh you see the new gang comin', new gang comin'
Got that new gang comin' in
You see the new gang comin'
Bitch it's OHB, yeah we comin'
Propane got us all blunted
The cocaine got her nose runny
The strap got 100 rounds in it
If it ain't about money nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'
[Ray J:]
Pull up to the club 'bout 100
It's a lotta Pirus and a couple bounty hunters
I'm whippin' in that Wraith with my gunners
105 west with some shooters right in front of us
Got that meth lab up and runnin'
Rest in peace to the big homie [?]
Rest in peace to young [?] lil homie
From Centerville to Fruit Town, we gettin' money
[Luvaboy TJ:]
You don't bang bang, you ain't gang gang
You ain't never slang, choppin' 'caine
With a bad bitch from Spain
Talkin' slang off the Promethazine
OHB bitch, new whip
Stashed with rubber grips
Stackin' chips
Some of my homies Bloods and some bangin' Srips
22 rims with my brims and some lady friends
Stackin' ends, niggas in my way, that's one to the chin
Pockets on swole, I got a bunch of bands on me
All these model bitches, they can't keep they hands off me
[Ray J & Chris Brown:]
Oh you see the new gang comin', new gang comin'
Got that new gang comin' in
You see the new gang comin'
Bitch it's OHB, yeah we comin'
[Chris Brown:]
Pull up, pull up if you 'bout it nigga
Where I'm from, we body niggas
Kamakazis on Kawasakis
On 12 o'clock, you ain't ridin' with us
I got killers that do what I say when I need
Bullets spray fire out that lever
I got homies pullin' up in broad day
And set this bitch off like Keef
Smokin' Khalifa
And you was the one sayin' you was ready for war
Now you on the ship, you sound like a bitch
Can't fuck with your boy
This that new gang
All my niggas wear new chains
And I put my bitch in a Mulsanne
OHB in a black Lamb' like Bruce Wayne
[Ray J & Chris Brown:]
Oh you see the new gang comin', new gang comin'
Got that new gang comin' in
You see the new gang comin'
Bitch it's OHB, yeah we comin'
Propane got us all blunted
The cocaine got her nose runny
The strap got 100 rounds in it
If it ain't about money nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'
[Ray J:]
Pardon me but I don't usually talk a lot
If you ain't talkin' money, nigga what you talkin' 'bout?
The drop head take up multiple parkin' spots
Nowadays gotta keep most shooters in Harvey got
All about my presidents, hustle, never hesitant
Fuck who you invested in cause me, my niggas next to win
Money be my closest kin, I consider it my fam
Keep the drummer like a bam and bein' broke, I never can
Money's all I understand, I speak that shit fluently
Every way, you never there, we call that shit truancy
You speakin' that foolery, this money's nothin' new to me
Ain't worried 'bout who's hot, I was cool before it was cool to be
Fucking with a triant god, welcome to the tribe mob
Plus we out here ballin', bang it down like a LeBron lob
Championship rings for me and my fellow squad
Truth 100 like the numbers never lie, yeah
[Ray J & Chris Brown:]
Oh you see the new gang comin', new gang comin'
Got that new gang comin' in
You see the new gang comin'
Bitch it's OHB, yeah we comin'
Propane got us all blunted
The cocaine got her nose runny
The strap got 100 rounds in it
If it ain't about money nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'
Let It Bang lyrics - Ray-J & Chris Brown (feat. Payso B, Jackie Long, Truth KO, Knotch)
[Jackie Long:]
We gon' let it bang
Money over everythang
Pull up in a new whip
Every night, Jackie Long got a new bitch
TMG, no extras
Pretty ladies wanna sex us
Shoutout to my investors
Niggas wanna hate 'cause the good Lord blessed us
[Ray J:]
Niggas yellin' what's up Blood?
And the ladies 'bout to get real twisted
It's about to go down in the club
And my nigga Chris Brown brought the bitches
All these bad bitches gettin' fucked up
VIP, got a lot of pretty women
My nigga Truth snuck in with the slug
And we gon' let it bang just for all you fuck niggas
Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Let it bang, let it bang
Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Oh
Girl, do your thing, that's my only one wish
I hope that pussy taste like Herseys Kisses
All up in the club with a lot of pretty bitches
And my niggas stay strapped just for all you fuck niggas, yeah
Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang, let it bang
And I know you wanna do it the same
[Jackie Long:]
Real niggas from the West side
Real niggas from the East side, yeah
Real niggas from the North side
South side, it don't matter where you at, what's up?
[Ray J:]
Niggas yellin' what's up Blood?
And the ladies 'bout to get real twisted
It's about to go down in the club
And my nigga Chris Brown brought the bitches
All these bad bitches gettin' fucked up
VIP, got a lot of pretty women
My nigga Truth snuck in with the slug
And we gon' let it bang just for all you fuck niggas
Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Let it bang, let it bang
Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Oh
[Jackie Long:]
Huh, look, let it bang like a new gang
Lit like a new flame, kickin' it like Liu Kang
I'm different but I got on way more than 2 Chainz
I'm standin' out like a bright blue flame
Look, look, light blue Bentley
Want a bad bitch so boujee and prissy
A Blood bitch crazy, hood name Brissy
Fuck me every night like she miss me
Straight from the jungle, it's pretty face but she still humble
Right jab still make a broke bitch stumble
Trick nigga, make a broke bitch rich
I can bang that, nigga, they gon' bang this
[Ray J:]
Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Let it bang, let it bang
Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Oh
[Jackie Long:]
Real niggas from the West side
Real niggas from the East side, yeah
Real niggas from the North side
South side, it don't matter where you at, what's up?
[Ray J:]
Niggas yellin' what's up Blood?
And the ladies 'bout to get real twisted
It's about to go down in the club
And my nigga Chris Brown brought the bitches
All these bad bitches gettin' fucked up
VIP, got a lot of pretty women
My nigga Truth snuck in with the slug
And we gon' let it bang just for all you fuck niggas
Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Let it bang, let it bang
Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Oh
[Truth KO:]
Huh, let it bang, let it bang
Where them head at? Let it rain, let it rain
Young Truth, baby girl, I do the damn thing
Ciroc for the bitches while I'm drinkin' champagne
Came with the snug, where the heat be at?
OHB in the bitch, where CB at?
This a couple real niggas inside the squad
It don't matter what side, worldwide the mob
[Ray J:]
Niggas yellin' what's up Blood?
And the ladies 'bout to get real twisted
It's about to go down in the club
And my nigga Chris Brown brought the bitches
All these bad bitches gettin' fucked up
VIP, got a lot of pretty women
My nigga Truth snuck in with the slug
And we gon' let it bang just for all you fuck niggas
Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Let it bang, let it bang
Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Oh
Girl, do your thing, that's my only one wish
I hope that pussy taste like Herseys Kisses
All up in the club with a lot of pretty bitches
And my niggas stay strapped just for all you fuck niggas, yeah
Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang, let it bang
And I know you wanna do it the same
[Payso B:]
Yeah, yeah, let it bang, let it bang
VIP lit, yeah, we brought the whole gang
Ray J, Truth, Jack Long and Payso
Throwin' money up, I just spent a bankroll
Came here to have a good time
But if a nigga trippin', we gon' let the lights shine
All the pretty ladies came to see what we doin'
10G gang, gettin' money and she knew it
[Ray J:]
Niggas yellin' what's up Blood?
And the ladies 'bout to get real twisted
It's about to go down in the club
And my nigga Chris Brown brought the bitches
All these bad bitches gettin' fucked up
VIP, got a lot of pretty women
My nigga Truth snuck in with the slug
And we gon' let it bang just for all you fuck niggas
Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Let it bang, let it bang
Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Oh
Girl, do your thing, that's my only one wish
I hope that pussy taste like Herseys Kisses
All up in the club with a lot of pretty bitches
And my niggas stay strapped just for all you fuck niggas, yeah
Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang, let it bang
And I know you wanna do it the same
Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Let it bang, let it bang
Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Oh
We gon' let it bang
Money over everythang
Pull up in a new whip
Every night, Jackie Long got a new bitch
TMG, no extras
Pretty ladies wanna sex us
Shoutout to my investors
Niggas wanna hate 'cause the good Lord blessed us
[Ray J:]
Niggas yellin' what's up Blood?
And the ladies 'bout to get real twisted
It's about to go down in the club
And my nigga Chris Brown brought the bitches
All these bad bitches gettin' fucked up
VIP, got a lot of pretty women
My nigga Truth snuck in with the slug
And we gon' let it bang just for all you fuck niggas
Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Let it bang, let it bang
Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Oh
Girl, do your thing, that's my only one wish
I hope that pussy taste like Herseys Kisses
All up in the club with a lot of pretty bitches
And my niggas stay strapped just for all you fuck niggas, yeah
Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang, let it bang
And I know you wanna do it the same
[Jackie Long:]
Real niggas from the West side
Real niggas from the East side, yeah
Real niggas from the North side
South side, it don't matter where you at, what's up?
[Ray J:]
Niggas yellin' what's up Blood?
And the ladies 'bout to get real twisted
It's about to go down in the club
And my nigga Chris Brown brought the bitches
All these bad bitches gettin' fucked up
VIP, got a lot of pretty women
My nigga Truth snuck in with the slug
And we gon' let it bang just for all you fuck niggas
Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Let it bang, let it bang
Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Oh
[Jackie Long:]
Huh, look, let it bang like a new gang
Lit like a new flame, kickin' it like Liu Kang
I'm different but I got on way more than 2 Chainz
I'm standin' out like a bright blue flame
Look, look, light blue Bentley
Want a bad bitch so boujee and prissy
A Blood bitch crazy, hood name Brissy
Fuck me every night like she miss me
Straight from the jungle, it's pretty face but she still humble
Right jab still make a broke bitch stumble
Trick nigga, make a broke bitch rich
I can bang that, nigga, they gon' bang this
[Ray J:]
Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Let it bang, let it bang
Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Oh
[Jackie Long:]
Real niggas from the West side
Real niggas from the East side, yeah
Real niggas from the North side
South side, it don't matter where you at, what's up?
[Ray J:]
Niggas yellin' what's up Blood?
And the ladies 'bout to get real twisted
It's about to go down in the club
And my nigga Chris Brown brought the bitches
All these bad bitches gettin' fucked up
VIP, got a lot of pretty women
My nigga Truth snuck in with the slug
And we gon' let it bang just for all you fuck niggas
Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Let it bang, let it bang
Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Oh
[Truth KO:]
Huh, let it bang, let it bang
Where them head at? Let it rain, let it rain
Young Truth, baby girl, I do the damn thing
Ciroc for the bitches while I'm drinkin' champagne
Came with the snug, where the heat be at?
OHB in the bitch, where CB at?
This a couple real niggas inside the squad
It don't matter what side, worldwide the mob
[Ray J:]
Niggas yellin' what's up Blood?
And the ladies 'bout to get real twisted
It's about to go down in the club
And my nigga Chris Brown brought the bitches
All these bad bitches gettin' fucked up
VIP, got a lot of pretty women
My nigga Truth snuck in with the slug
And we gon' let it bang just for all you fuck niggas
Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Let it bang, let it bang
Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Oh
Girl, do your thing, that's my only one wish
I hope that pussy taste like Herseys Kisses
All up in the club with a lot of pretty bitches
And my niggas stay strapped just for all you fuck niggas, yeah
Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang, let it bang
And I know you wanna do it the same
[Payso B:]
Yeah, yeah, let it bang, let it bang
VIP lit, yeah, we brought the whole gang
Ray J, Truth, Jack Long and Payso
Throwin' money up, I just spent a bankroll
Came here to have a good time
But if a nigga trippin', we gon' let the lights shine
All the pretty ladies came to see what we doin'
10G gang, gettin' money and she knew it
[Ray J:]
Niggas yellin' what's up Blood?
And the ladies 'bout to get real twisted
It's about to go down in the club
And my nigga Chris Brown brought the bitches
All these bad bitches gettin' fucked up
VIP, got a lot of pretty women
My nigga Truth snuck in with the slug
And we gon' let it bang just for all you fuck niggas
Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Let it bang, let it bang
Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Oh
Girl, do your thing, that's my only one wish
I hope that pussy taste like Herseys Kisses
All up in the club with a lot of pretty bitches
And my niggas stay strapped just for all you fuck niggas, yeah
Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang, let it bang
And I know you wanna do it the same
Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Let it bang, let it bang
Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Oh
Famous lyrics - Ray-J & Chris Brown
[Ray J:]
I just wanna flex on my ex
I just put my name on the check
Nigga smokin' propane on the jet
Bitches doin' cocaine on the jet
Fuck all the hater shit, know that you see me
Big wheels, I'm whippin' a Lamborghini
I see you act like I ain't nobody
Tryna fuck a nigga high up with your issues
Talkin' 'bout, "Baby I miss you"
[Chris Brown:]
Sentimental and I'm about to put you in your place
[Ray J:]
You think a nigga wanna diss you
What I've been through
I got too much hard for this bitch too
[Chris Brown:]
Damn right
I know that you cry when you're goin' to sleep every damn night
Damn lights and I ain't gon' practice
I fuck around and make another one...
[Ray J + Chris Brown:]
Famous
Make another one famous
Make another one famous
Oh nooo, no
[Chris Brown:]
Sick of the lies
Bitch, just look at the time
Look at it shine
Yeah, knowin' I'm fine
Knowin' you bitchin' to fuck up my vibe
Bitch, you a bum
Sorry I ain't mean it, know where I'm from
Automatic tat-tat-tat out the drum
Got that paper, nigga, I got the funds
Bitches schemin', nigga, already knowin'
Hoochie season and she already hoein'
She believes I'm 'bout to give her the foreign
She about to bring the best out of me
She got the GPS, know where I'm goin'
She from the 'jects, but I took her to Florence
Gave her that check so that bitch could get on
Pinkie ring, yeah it's stainless
Put you in danger when I made you...
[Ray J + Chris Brown:]
Famous
Make another one famous
Make another one famous
Oh nooo, no
[Ray J:]
Bitch I'm alive, yeah I'm alive
Yeah bitch, I'm alive
I told you fuck niggas you'll see me in time
And tell all my ex bitches just tellin' those lies
I told the judge, my right hand to the sky
It wasn't me, I'm not that kinda guy
She fuck me for fame, look in her eyes
She was the first one to sign on the line
She was the real one to plan it all out
Look at the family, they walk around proud
All because she had my dick in her mouth
Wanna have me in bed while you fuckin' your spouse
Shows that you still a rat and your man Mickey Mouse
Gotta stay strapped when you walk around now
I got me a badass wife, and I'm happy now, yeah
[Ray J + Chris Brown:]
Make another one famous
Make another one famous
Oh nooo, no
I just wanna flex on my ex
I just put my name on the check
Nigga smokin' propane on the jet
Bitches doin' cocaine on the jet
Fuck all the hater shit, know that you see me
Big wheels, I'm whippin' a Lamborghini
I see you act like I ain't nobody
Tryna fuck a nigga high up with your issues
Talkin' 'bout, "Baby I miss you"
[Chris Brown:]
Sentimental and I'm about to put you in your place
[Ray J:]
You think a nigga wanna diss you
What I've been through
I got too much hard for this bitch too
[Chris Brown:]
Damn right
I know that you cry when you're goin' to sleep every damn night
Damn lights and I ain't gon' practice
I fuck around and make another one...
[Ray J + Chris Brown:]
Famous
Make another one famous
Make another one famous
Oh nooo, no
[Chris Brown:]
Sick of the lies
Bitch, just look at the time
Look at it shine
Yeah, knowin' I'm fine
Knowin' you bitchin' to fuck up my vibe
Bitch, you a bum
Sorry I ain't mean it, know where I'm from
Automatic tat-tat-tat out the drum
Got that paper, nigga, I got the funds
Bitches schemin', nigga, already knowin'
Hoochie season and she already hoein'
She believes I'm 'bout to give her the foreign
She about to bring the best out of me
She got the GPS, know where I'm goin'
She from the 'jects, but I took her to Florence
Gave her that check so that bitch could get on
Pinkie ring, yeah it's stainless
Put you in danger when I made you...
[Ray J + Chris Brown:]
Famous
Make another one famous
Make another one famous
Oh nooo, no
[Ray J:]
Bitch I'm alive, yeah I'm alive
Yeah bitch, I'm alive
I told you fuck niggas you'll see me in time
And tell all my ex bitches just tellin' those lies
I told the judge, my right hand to the sky
It wasn't me, I'm not that kinda guy
She fuck me for fame, look in her eyes
She was the first one to sign on the line
She was the real one to plan it all out
Look at the family, they walk around proud
All because she had my dick in her mouth
Wanna have me in bed while you fuckin' your spouse
Shows that you still a rat and your man Mickey Mouse
Gotta stay strapped when you walk around now
I got me a badass wife, and I'm happy now, yeah
[Ray J + Chris Brown:]
Make another one famous
Make another one famous
Oh nooo, no
Burn My Name lyrics - Ray-J & Chris Brown (feat. Bizzy Bone)
[Ray J & Chris Brown:]
Burn my name on my stone (everything)
Then make sure you fire it up (fire it up, yeah)
Burn that shit right to my soul
Then make sure you fire it up
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up (everything)
Burn that shit right to my soul
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul
[Ray J:]
I fucked around with the devil
Shirt feelin' like metal
Inhale that smoke
Then off to the next level
Hoes, I don't really care for
Real niggas, I ride for
My niggas that's locked up
Money on the books for your survival
Standin' next to the taco
Cocaine in the Tahoe
Blood niggas on beast mode
Crip niggas from East Coast
Ridin' round with the devil
On to the next level
Light that shit up
And burn that shit right to my soul
[Ray J & Chris Brown:]
Burn my name on my stone (burn my name)
Then make sure you fire it up (fire it up, yeah)
Burn that shit right to my soul
Then make sure you fire it up
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul
[Chris Brown:]
Light it up, light it up
I was the one that invited them
Fucked around and got bitches tipsy, yeah, them bottoms up (everything)
Yeah, I got too excited, bro
'Bout to start actin' funny on your ass
I reaper that G, all that Louis and Birkin
You wanted me to burn you, I did it on purpose
If it was your ass, get away with murder
Burnin' letters 'cause I'm writin' in cursive
Don't care if I'm right, nigga, fuck bein' perfect
In love with the Actavis, mixin' the Perc' (everything)
You know that I'm accurate, missin' a purpose
And I'ma look back on this shit 'cause you worth it
I'ma grow from my mistakes
I'ma grow from it and learn
The old me is all up and flyin'
Niggas smoke that OG, let it burn
[Ray J & Chris Brown:]
Burn my name on my stone (burn my name)
Then make sure you fire it up (fire it up, yeah)
Burn that shit right to my soul
Then make sure you fire it up
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul
Oh yeah, oh, ooh
Yeah, let it burn, burn
Oh yeah, oh, ooh
Yeah, let it burn, burn
[Bizzy Bone:]
Let it rain when I put 'em in a
When I put 'em in the game, when I murder them, mane
Got somebody that can put 'em in pain
When I sneak in the door, never heard 'em in pain
I'ma call you voodoo when I'm in that mood
And I murder insane
My name, written in blood all day
Yeah
I don't really wanna raise blaze
Don't pick up that vase, vase
She done wanted me to chase, chase
Every day that I wake and I bake and I shake that shit
Hate when I show all the fake that I see
When I break that rib, when I take that rib
And I make that rib, I don't think that take
Heard my name, take my pain
Take my brain, take my lane
They can name everything
I don't really wanna be a commodity
But it really don't bother me
'Cause honestly, no sign of me
My prodigy, is all I be
Uh, she's burning my name
[Ray J & Chris Brown:]
Burn my name on my stone (burn my name)
Then make sure you fire it up (fire it up, yeah)
Burn that shit right to my soul
Then make sure you fire it up
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul (oh yeah)
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul
Oh yeah, oh, ooh
Yeah, let it burn, burn
Oh yeah, oh, ooh
Yeah, let it burn, burn
Burn my name on my stone (everything)
Then make sure you fire it up (fire it up, yeah)
Burn that shit right to my soul
Then make sure you fire it up
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up (everything)
Burn that shit right to my soul
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul
[Ray J:]
I fucked around with the devil
Shirt feelin' like metal
Inhale that smoke
Then off to the next level
Hoes, I don't really care for
Real niggas, I ride for
My niggas that's locked up
Money on the books for your survival
Standin' next to the taco
Cocaine in the Tahoe
Blood niggas on beast mode
Crip niggas from East Coast
Ridin' round with the devil
On to the next level
Light that shit up
And burn that shit right to my soul
[Ray J & Chris Brown:]
Burn my name on my stone (burn my name)
Then make sure you fire it up (fire it up, yeah)
Burn that shit right to my soul
Then make sure you fire it up
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul
[Chris Brown:]
Light it up, light it up
I was the one that invited them
Fucked around and got bitches tipsy, yeah, them bottoms up (everything)
Yeah, I got too excited, bro
'Bout to start actin' funny on your ass
I reaper that G, all that Louis and Birkin
You wanted me to burn you, I did it on purpose
If it was your ass, get away with murder
Burnin' letters 'cause I'm writin' in cursive
Don't care if I'm right, nigga, fuck bein' perfect
In love with the Actavis, mixin' the Perc' (everything)
You know that I'm accurate, missin' a purpose
And I'ma look back on this shit 'cause you worth it
I'ma grow from my mistakes
I'ma grow from it and learn
The old me is all up and flyin'
Niggas smoke that OG, let it burn
[Ray J & Chris Brown:]
Burn my name on my stone (burn my name)
Then make sure you fire it up (fire it up, yeah)
Burn that shit right to my soul
Then make sure you fire it up
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul
Oh yeah, oh, ooh
Yeah, let it burn, burn
Oh yeah, oh, ooh
Yeah, let it burn, burn
[Bizzy Bone:]
Let it rain when I put 'em in a
When I put 'em in the game, when I murder them, mane
Got somebody that can put 'em in pain
When I sneak in the door, never heard 'em in pain
I'ma call you voodoo when I'm in that mood
And I murder insane
My name, written in blood all day
Yeah
I don't really wanna raise blaze
Don't pick up that vase, vase
She done wanted me to chase, chase
Every day that I wake and I bake and I shake that shit
Hate when I show all the fake that I see
When I break that rib, when I take that rib
And I make that rib, I don't think that take
Heard my name, take my pain
Take my brain, take my lane
They can name everything
I don't really wanna be a commodity
But it really don't bother me
'Cause honestly, no sign of me
My prodigy, is all I be
Uh, she's burning my name
[Ray J & Chris Brown:]
Burn my name on my stone (burn my name)
Then make sure you fire it up (fire it up, yeah)
Burn that shit right to my soul
Then make sure you fire it up
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul (oh yeah)
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul
Oh yeah, oh, ooh
Yeah, let it burn, burn
Oh yeah, oh, ooh
Yeah, let it burn, burn
Party lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Gucci Mane & Usher)
[Usher & Chris Brown:]
Oh, hey
Yeah, it's Breezy
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chris Brown:]
Pulled up on your bitch, tell your man I'm sorry
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin' out the 'rari
Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
When I'm with my clique, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
[Chris Brown:]
Bitches dancin' naked in my livin' room
She straight out of college, just turned 22
Girl, get your money up, I ain't even mad at you
Got you all on me, makin' these niggas catchin' attitudes
Tell 'em don't start it, my niggas retarded
Fuck the judge and the sentence, huh, I got a good lawyer
I got a few girls on the way, baby girl, you ain't leavin'
It's my birthday with the cake, fuck it up, then let me eat it
[Chris Brown:]
Pulled up on your bitch, tell your man I'm sorry
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin' out the 'rari
Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
When I'm with my clique, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
[Usher:]
Yeah, I just got the ring, I think I deserve a toast
Shout out to my team, we be out there doin' the most
Girl, come to my place, but don't bring no clothes
Let's be dirty babe, baby, drop it low
Pop rubber bands all on her ass, baby be hittin' the weakness
All in the back, dishin' the cash, make me if you need it
I got a few girls on the way, baby girl, you ain't leavin'
It's my birthday with the cake, lick it all, let me eat it
[Chris Brown:]
Pulled up on your bitch, tell your man I'm sorry
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin' out the 'rari
Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
When I'm with my clique, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
[Gucci Mane:]
It's party, party, party like a nigga just got out of jail
Flyin' in my 'rari like a bat that just flew outta hell
I'm from the east of ATL, but ballin' in the Cali hills
Lil mama booty boomin', that bitch movin' and she standin' still
I know these bitches choosin' me, but I got 80 on me still
I'm tryna fuck, who tryna chill? 'Cause I'm just tryna pay some bills
I'm multi millionare LaFlare, just watch it, cost a quarter M
Just look at me and look at them, I smashed her on my first attempt
Like Scarface bitch, the world is mine, you should read the blimp
So either you gon' take a ride, or you gon' stay with him
'Cause I got places I can be, I get yo ass on the scene
Gucci, CB VIP, so fuck them niggas, look at me, Wop
[Chris Brown:]
Pulled up on your bitch, tell your man I'm sorry
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin' out the 'rari
Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
When I'm with my clique, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
Oh, hey
Yeah, it's Breezy
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chris Brown:]
Pulled up on your bitch, tell your man I'm sorry
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin' out the 'rari
Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
When I'm with my clique, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
[Chris Brown:]
Bitches dancin' naked in my livin' room
She straight out of college, just turned 22
Girl, get your money up, I ain't even mad at you
Got you all on me, makin' these niggas catchin' attitudes
Tell 'em don't start it, my niggas retarded
Fuck the judge and the sentence, huh, I got a good lawyer
I got a few girls on the way, baby girl, you ain't leavin'
It's my birthday with the cake, fuck it up, then let me eat it
[Chris Brown:]
Pulled up on your bitch, tell your man I'm sorry
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin' out the 'rari
Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
When I'm with my clique, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
[Usher:]
Yeah, I just got the ring, I think I deserve a toast
Shout out to my team, we be out there doin' the most
Girl, come to my place, but don't bring no clothes
Let's be dirty babe, baby, drop it low
Pop rubber bands all on her ass, baby be hittin' the weakness
All in the back, dishin' the cash, make me if you need it
I got a few girls on the way, baby girl, you ain't leavin'
It's my birthday with the cake, lick it all, let me eat it
[Chris Brown:]
Pulled up on your bitch, tell your man I'm sorry
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin' out the 'rari
Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
When I'm with my clique, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
[Gucci Mane:]
It's party, party, party like a nigga just got out of jail
Flyin' in my 'rari like a bat that just flew outta hell
I'm from the east of ATL, but ballin' in the Cali hills
Lil mama booty boomin', that bitch movin' and she standin' still
I know these bitches choosin' me, but I got 80 on me still
I'm tryna fuck, who tryna chill? 'Cause I'm just tryna pay some bills
I'm multi millionare LaFlare, just watch it, cost a quarter M
Just look at me and look at them, I smashed her on my first attempt
Like Scarface bitch, the world is mine, you should read the blimp
So either you gon' take a ride, or you gon' stay with him
'Cause I got places I can be, I get yo ass on the scene
Gucci, CB VIP, so fuck them niggas, look at me, Wop
[Chris Brown:]
Pulled up on your bitch, tell your man I'm sorry
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin' out the 'rari
Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
When I'm with my clique, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
mixtape: "Attack The Block" (2016) (with OHB x SECTION BOYZ)
- Don't Fuck With Us lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz)
- Everybody lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Young Lo)
- Kriss Kross - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Luvaboy TJ & Young Blacc)
- Cherry Red lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Luvaboy TJ & Ray J)
- Scared lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. HoodyBaby)
- Trappin' lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Flawkoe & Young Lo)
- Dolce lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Young Blacc)
- Dash lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz)
- Marathon Man lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. HoodyBaby & Luvaboy TJ)
- I Can Tell lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. HoodyBaby & Young Lo)
- I Already Love Her lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Ray J)
- New Gang lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Luvaboy TJ & Ray J)
- In Love With The Bitches lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Young Blacc & Young Lo)
- Other Side lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. HoodyBaby)
- Erday lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. French Montana)
- Section One Hundred Billion lyrics -Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Famous Fresh, HoodyBaby, Young Blacc & Young Lo)
Don't Fuck With Us lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz)
Look, I ain't really with the talkin', bitch I'm really 'bout that action
I'm runnin' up a ticket and fuckin' bitches in traffic
Got a hundred million dollars, I could give a fuck about a hater
Oh, they be with the snitchin' and bitchin', they like investigatin'
Ain't tryna run down with that 4, let your homie know
All my niggas strapped like GI Joe, man you niggas toast
All you niggas pussy, lyin', claimin' you a real nigga
When we pull up and press your line, then we see who the real bitch is
And I'm just tryna pay no mind, won't waste my time
Won't give it all to a fuck nigga
Don't wanna show 'em the thriller, nigga don't make me a killer
You all pitchin', we all hitters, don't fuck with us
I got too many felonies, my PO keep tellin' me
To piss in a cup, don't give a fuck, I'm 'bout to smoke my weed
Plottin' in the club, man I wish a nigga plot on me
Thinkin' you gon' ball, I'mma slide, you gon' rest in peace
I got a couple fans in my hand right now
Me and all my homies, know these bitches only fuck with Gs
Now I can see why you hatin' me
All these bitches in the back of VIP, made that pussy leak
I can't give that hoe a place to sleep, but that pussy free
Fuckin' with my woods, throwin' Ps, in London, gettin' P
I'm just throwin' on that Project Pat, [?]
Shoutout my nigga Juicy J, know I keep that drink on me
All the baddest bitches know
Won't waste my time
Won't give it all to a fuck nigga
Don't wanna show 'em the thriller, nigga don't make me a killer
You all pitchin', we all hitters, don't fuck with us
A nigga a savage
Any car that you thought 'bout buyin', I had it
My bitches the baddest
Any hoe that you thought about fuckin', I smashed it
You spendin' paper and plastic
Always tryna come up on a plug
Run a check up like I run her up
Bitches love fuckin' with a thug
OHB, only hot bitches
Out here ballin', too much confidence
100 B, ain't no stoppin' this
Out here brackin', you need binoculars
See my team, diamonds immaculate
Sing sing, send 'em packages
Bang bang, in the line of fire
Then them niggas come after ya
And I'm just tryna pay no mind, won't waste my time
Won't give it all to a fuck nigga
Don't wanna show 'em the thriller, nigga don't make me a killer
You all pitchin', we all hitters, don't fuck with us
I'm runnin' up a ticket and fuckin' bitches in traffic
Got a hundred million dollars, I could give a fuck about a hater
Oh, they be with the snitchin' and bitchin', they like investigatin'
Ain't tryna run down with that 4, let your homie know
All my niggas strapped like GI Joe, man you niggas toast
All you niggas pussy, lyin', claimin' you a real nigga
When we pull up and press your line, then we see who the real bitch is
And I'm just tryna pay no mind, won't waste my time
Won't give it all to a fuck nigga
Don't wanna show 'em the thriller, nigga don't make me a killer
You all pitchin', we all hitters, don't fuck with us
I got too many felonies, my PO keep tellin' me
To piss in a cup, don't give a fuck, I'm 'bout to smoke my weed
Plottin' in the club, man I wish a nigga plot on me
Thinkin' you gon' ball, I'mma slide, you gon' rest in peace
I got a couple fans in my hand right now
Me and all my homies, know these bitches only fuck with Gs
Now I can see why you hatin' me
All these bitches in the back of VIP, made that pussy leak
I can't give that hoe a place to sleep, but that pussy free
Fuckin' with my woods, throwin' Ps, in London, gettin' P
I'm just throwin' on that Project Pat, [?]
Shoutout my nigga Juicy J, know I keep that drink on me
All the baddest bitches know
Won't waste my time
Won't give it all to a fuck nigga
Don't wanna show 'em the thriller, nigga don't make me a killer
You all pitchin', we all hitters, don't fuck with us
A nigga a savage
Any car that you thought 'bout buyin', I had it
My bitches the baddest
Any hoe that you thought about fuckin', I smashed it
You spendin' paper and plastic
Always tryna come up on a plug
Run a check up like I run her up
Bitches love fuckin' with a thug
OHB, only hot bitches
Out here ballin', too much confidence
100 B, ain't no stoppin' this
Out here brackin', you need binoculars
See my team, diamonds immaculate
Sing sing, send 'em packages
Bang bang, in the line of fire
Then them niggas come after ya
And I'm just tryna pay no mind, won't waste my time
Won't give it all to a fuck nigga
Don't wanna show 'em the thriller, nigga don't make me a killer
You all pitchin', we all hitters, don't fuck with us
Everybody lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Young Lo)
[Chris Brown:]
Alright now I said I ain't gon' trip
I can't even lie, you got me fucked up, shit
I ain't tryna be rude or stingy
But I ain't tryna share you with another man
You know you got the upper hand
You know you do that shit that I like
I know you teasin' and it's not right
I can't control it when you throw it back
And look me in my eyes, yeah
It's gon' be a long night cause
See these niggas tryna get you to they table
And hit you up later like "Come over, baby"
But that pussy mine, girl
Know you play a lot of games, but you know I wrote the play book
Keep your horses in the stables
Never written all the shit I got paid for
Baby, you better not do it, wish a nigga would
Throwin' this paper
Please don't dance with everybody
Cause I want all your lovin' to myself
Don't give it to everybody
No baby, please, only me
It ain't for everybody
I'mma go to work when you shake that thing
Do it in front of everybody
Right here, right now, in front of everybody
Oh yeah, everybody
Right here, in front of everybody
Oh, everybody
Right now, in front of everybody
[Young Lo:]
Know I ain't the first but I'm tryna be the last though
Might sound selfish, you can blame it on the cash flow
Check up at the crib, bed appeal, it's the bad hoes
Mr. Blow A Bag, why they mad? Cause I skrrt up in the Lambo
Rock the latest fashion so they glancin' when I pass through 'em
You don't fuck with everybody, you ain't gotta lie for 'em
Head to the gang, save that for the lames
I'm a G like Came, ball like James
So why you actin' like that?
Cause you're way too fly to be wastin' your time
Why you actin' like that?
Tell me why you wanna be the life of the party
[Chris Brown:]
Please don't dance with everybody
Cause I want all your lovin' to myself
Don't give it to everybody
No baby, please, only me
It ain't for everybody
I'mma go to work when you shake that thing
Do it in front of everybody
Right here, right now, in front of everybody
Oh yeah, everybody
Right here, in front of everybody
Oh, everybody
Right now, in front of everybody
Do it right now, right in front of everybody
Get that ass down, right in front of everybody
I'mma turn you out, all in front of everybody
Tear that ass up, even if I care about it
Girl, you better than everybody
Don't you let 'em take that pussy from me, he don't care about you
But don't you worry 'bout a damn thing, I got you
I don't care if they see, everybody watchin'
Please don't dance with everybody
Cause I want all your lovin' to myself
Don't give it to everybody
No baby, please, only me
It ain't for everybody
I'mma go to work when you shake that thing
Do it in front of everybody
Right here, right now, in front of everybody
Oh yeah, everybody
Right here, in front of everybody
Oh, everybody
Right now, in front of everybody
Alright now I said I ain't gon' trip
I can't even lie, you got me fucked up, shit
I ain't tryna be rude or stingy
But I ain't tryna share you with another man
You know you got the upper hand
You know you do that shit that I like
I know you teasin' and it's not right
I can't control it when you throw it back
And look me in my eyes, yeah
It's gon' be a long night cause
See these niggas tryna get you to they table
And hit you up later like "Come over, baby"
But that pussy mine, girl
Know you play a lot of games, but you know I wrote the play book
Keep your horses in the stables
Never written all the shit I got paid for
Baby, you better not do it, wish a nigga would
Throwin' this paper
Please don't dance with everybody
Cause I want all your lovin' to myself
Don't give it to everybody
No baby, please, only me
It ain't for everybody
I'mma go to work when you shake that thing
Do it in front of everybody
Right here, right now, in front of everybody
Oh yeah, everybody
Right here, in front of everybody
Oh, everybody
Right now, in front of everybody
[Young Lo:]
Know I ain't the first but I'm tryna be the last though
Might sound selfish, you can blame it on the cash flow
Check up at the crib, bed appeal, it's the bad hoes
Mr. Blow A Bag, why they mad? Cause I skrrt up in the Lambo
Rock the latest fashion so they glancin' when I pass through 'em
You don't fuck with everybody, you ain't gotta lie for 'em
Head to the gang, save that for the lames
I'm a G like Came, ball like James
So why you actin' like that?
Cause you're way too fly to be wastin' your time
Why you actin' like that?
Tell me why you wanna be the life of the party
[Chris Brown:]
Please don't dance with everybody
Cause I want all your lovin' to myself
Don't give it to everybody
No baby, please, only me
It ain't for everybody
I'mma go to work when you shake that thing
Do it in front of everybody
Right here, right now, in front of everybody
Oh yeah, everybody
Right here, in front of everybody
Oh, everybody
Right now, in front of everybody
Do it right now, right in front of everybody
Get that ass down, right in front of everybody
I'mma turn you out, all in front of everybody
Tear that ass up, even if I care about it
Girl, you better than everybody
Don't you let 'em take that pussy from me, he don't care about you
But don't you worry 'bout a damn thing, I got you
I don't care if they see, everybody watchin'
Please don't dance with everybody
Cause I want all your lovin' to myself
Don't give it to everybody
No baby, please, only me
It ain't for everybody
I'mma go to work when you shake that thing
Do it in front of everybody
Right here, right now, in front of everybody
Oh yeah, everybody
Right here, in front of everybody
Oh, everybody
Right now, in front of everybody
Kriss Kross - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Luvaboy TJ & Young Blacc)
[Chris Brown:]
VVS protect all in my wrist watch
Got it jump, jumpin' like I'm Kriss Kross
She gon' bring her girls, let 'em Kriss Kross
Drippin' water, I forgot to turn my wrist off
All that goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross
All that goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross
She gon' bring her girls, let 'em Kriss Kross
All that goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross
Hoe I'm flossin', tell your bitch get off
Hit it once and had her feelin' nauseous
She pop that pussy, put that pressure on her
I got a lot of freaks that live in Arizona
Now I'm seein' things, sippin' on gasoline
Poppin' the Xan, I got the soda and the promethazine
Five in the mornin', keep me up like soldiers
She say she wanted a OG, like hold up baby,
there's more of us, you know I'm a nasty nigga
VVS protect all in my wrist watch
Got it jump, jumpin' like I'm Kriss Kross
She gon' bring her girls, let 'em Kriss Kross
Drippin' water, I forgot to turn my wrist off
All that goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross
All that goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross
She gon' bring her girls, let 'em Kriss Kross
All that goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross
[Luvaboy TJ:]
Reachin' for my .40 yeah, I'mma catch a charge
Don't make my chopper bark, I'm a fuckin' dog
We could take it to the yard or firearms
All my niggas, we go dumb, bomb it like Sudan
Get it straight, now I can't relate
Most you niggas fake, tryna infiltrate
Got gold golds at the gate
Grab 'em up quick, toss 'em in the lake
Got that goyard on my bezzels
Goyard on my wrizzle
Your bitch, she can't resist
Assist me for some interest
[Chris Brown:]
VVS protect all in my wrist watch
Got it jump, jumpin' like I'm Kriss Kross
She gon' bring her girls, let 'em Kriss Kross
Drippin' water, I forgot to turn my wrist off
All that goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross
All that goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross
She gon' bring her girls, let 'em Kriss Kross
All that goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross
[Young Blacc:]
Get killed if they crossin' me
They sprayin' so much, swear that they losin' me
We drippin' in saucey
Don't fuck with you niggas that be on that broke shit
Rap niggas, I expose 'em
Strapped up like a soldier
Phone calls, yeah a big homie
Gettin' packed, I was on another
I'm chuckin' in Phantom
I'm doin' 100, the same for the ransom
Hear they good with them cameras
We be takin' that shit, everyone put your hands up
OHB, that's the mob, nigga
Black out, do the job, nigga
Out of town with a passport
On Sunset, you get robbed nigga, I mean that
[Chris Brown:]
VVS protect all in my wrist watch
Got it jump, jumpin' like I'm Kriss Kross
She gon' bring her girls, let 'em Kriss Kross
Drippin' water, I forgot to turn my wrist off
All that goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross
All that goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross
She gon' bring her girls, let 'em Kriss Kross
All that goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross
VVS protect all in my wrist watch
Got it jump, jumpin' like I'm Kriss Kross
She gon' bring her girls, let 'em Kriss Kross
Drippin' water, I forgot to turn my wrist off
All that goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross
All that goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross
She gon' bring her girls, let 'em Kriss Kross
All that goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross
Hoe I'm flossin', tell your bitch get off
Hit it once and had her feelin' nauseous
She pop that pussy, put that pressure on her
I got a lot of freaks that live in Arizona
Now I'm seein' things, sippin' on gasoline
Poppin' the Xan, I got the soda and the promethazine
Five in the mornin', keep me up like soldiers
She say she wanted a OG, like hold up baby,
there's more of us, you know I'm a nasty nigga
VVS protect all in my wrist watch
Got it jump, jumpin' like I'm Kriss Kross
She gon' bring her girls, let 'em Kriss Kross
Drippin' water, I forgot to turn my wrist off
All that goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross
All that goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross
She gon' bring her girls, let 'em Kriss Kross
All that goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross
[Luvaboy TJ:]
Reachin' for my .40 yeah, I'mma catch a charge
Don't make my chopper bark, I'm a fuckin' dog
We could take it to the yard or firearms
All my niggas, we go dumb, bomb it like Sudan
Get it straight, now I can't relate
Most you niggas fake, tryna infiltrate
Got gold golds at the gate
Grab 'em up quick, toss 'em in the lake
Got that goyard on my bezzels
Goyard on my wrizzle
Your bitch, she can't resist
Assist me for some interest
[Chris Brown:]
VVS protect all in my wrist watch
Got it jump, jumpin' like I'm Kriss Kross
She gon' bring her girls, let 'em Kriss Kross
Drippin' water, I forgot to turn my wrist off
All that goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross
All that goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross
She gon' bring her girls, let 'em Kriss Kross
All that goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross
[Young Blacc:]
Get killed if they crossin' me
They sprayin' so much, swear that they losin' me
We drippin' in saucey
Don't fuck with you niggas that be on that broke shit
Rap niggas, I expose 'em
Strapped up like a soldier
Phone calls, yeah a big homie
Gettin' packed, I was on another
I'm chuckin' in Phantom
I'm doin' 100, the same for the ransom
Hear they good with them cameras
We be takin' that shit, everyone put your hands up
OHB, that's the mob, nigga
Black out, do the job, nigga
Out of town with a passport
On Sunset, you get robbed nigga, I mean that
[Chris Brown:]
VVS protect all in my wrist watch
Got it jump, jumpin' like I'm Kriss Kross
She gon' bring her girls, let 'em Kriss Kross
Drippin' water, I forgot to turn my wrist off
All that goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross
All that goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross
She gon' bring her girls, let 'em Kriss Kross
All that goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross
Cherry Red lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Luvaboy TJ & Ray J)
[Chris Brown, Luvaboy TJ & Ray J:]
Just a young, fly nigga with a plan
Make 100 million in my cherry red van
Cherry red van, cherry red
Cherry red, cherry red
My niggas soo-woo and it's all on sight
A wife make a straight bitch wanna go dyke
I got that coke pure white, in them baby blue Xans
'Bout to make a million in my cherry red van, cherry red van
[Ray J:]
This one for my niggas in the slam, cherry red
Pontiac, 5 bird, Trans-Am
My auntie got the collard greens cookin' in the pan
And it feel like Thanksgiving when we feastin' with the fam
I buy my bottom bitch burgundy Porsche Cayenne
Paid my taxes to the church and said, "Fuck Uncle Sam"
I keep a mill in the oven like some honey baked ham
I went from black tuxedo with some cherry red Vans
[Chris Brown, Luvaboy TJ & Ray J:]
Just a young, fly nigga with a plan
Make 100 million in my cherry red van
Cherry red van, cherry red
Cherry red, cherry red
My niggas soo-woo and it's all on sight
A wife make a straight bitch wanna go dyke
I got that coke pure white, in them baby blue Xans
'Bout to make a million in my cherry red van, cherry red van
Cherry red van, cherry red van
Cherry red, cherry red van
[Chris Brown:]
All of you niggas some fake hoes
I dare any nigga to try some
Niggas upset, but won't take a hit
It's eastside nigga, 500
Piru, single that nigga from Avenue
Ray J, I fuck with this centre views
Give you one problem, we make the news
Soo-woo to my down boos
Pistol hang where my nuts at
Rain of fire, that's a blood bath
You already know where my cup at
Actavis, you can't touch that
If you got a problem, then pull up
We gon' handle this shit now
Only reason you hang with the shooters
Cause you not the man in the house
[Chris Brown, Luvaboy TJ & Ray J:]
Just a young, fly nigga with a plan
Make 100 million in my cherry red van
Cherry red van, cherry red
Cherry red, cherry red
My niggas soo-woo and it's all on sight
A wife make a straight bitch wanna go dyke
I got that coke pure white, in them baby blue Xans
'Bout to make a million in my cherry red van, cherry red van
[Luvaboy TJ:]
Lace up my red Vans, duckin' the feds
Helicopters on my head
Movin' the work on my momma house
Had to get the cheese, bitch a mighty mouse
Pull up in that cherry red chain
Breakin' the bread down with all my niggas
This is how we hang
Earned my stripes in the street like I banged up
That thug life, that's that hood life
Live your flag and throw your set up
Hustle for that good life
Chitty chitty bang bang
Ain't nothin' but a whoop thing
No stoppin' that shoot train
Bomb on 'em like Hussain
[Chris Brown, Luvaboy TJ & Ray J:]
Just a young, fly nigga with a plan
Make 100 million in my cherry red van
Cherry red van, cherry red
Cherry red, cherry red
My niggas soo-woo and it's all on sight
A wife make a straight bitch wanna go dyke
I got that coke pure white, in them baby blue Xans
'Bout to make a million in my cherry red van, cherry red van
Cherry red
Just a young, fly nigga with a plan
Make 100 million in my cherry red van
Cherry red van, cherry red
Cherry red, cherry red
My niggas soo-woo and it's all on sight
A wife make a straight bitch wanna go dyke
I got that coke pure white, in them baby blue Xans
'Bout to make a million in my cherry red van, cherry red van
[Ray J:]
This one for my niggas in the slam, cherry red
Pontiac, 5 bird, Trans-Am
My auntie got the collard greens cookin' in the pan
And it feel like Thanksgiving when we feastin' with the fam
I buy my bottom bitch burgundy Porsche Cayenne
Paid my taxes to the church and said, "Fuck Uncle Sam"
I keep a mill in the oven like some honey baked ham
I went from black tuxedo with some cherry red Vans
[Chris Brown, Luvaboy TJ & Ray J:]
Just a young, fly nigga with a plan
Make 100 million in my cherry red van
Cherry red van, cherry red
Cherry red, cherry red
My niggas soo-woo and it's all on sight
A wife make a straight bitch wanna go dyke
I got that coke pure white, in them baby blue Xans
'Bout to make a million in my cherry red van, cherry red van
Cherry red van, cherry red van
Cherry red, cherry red van
[Chris Brown:]
All of you niggas some fake hoes
I dare any nigga to try some
Niggas upset, but won't take a hit
It's eastside nigga, 500
Piru, single that nigga from Avenue
Ray J, I fuck with this centre views
Give you one problem, we make the news
Soo-woo to my down boos
Pistol hang where my nuts at
Rain of fire, that's a blood bath
You already know where my cup at
Actavis, you can't touch that
If you got a problem, then pull up
We gon' handle this shit now
Only reason you hang with the shooters
Cause you not the man in the house
[Chris Brown, Luvaboy TJ & Ray J:]
Just a young, fly nigga with a plan
Make 100 million in my cherry red van
Cherry red van, cherry red
Cherry red, cherry red
My niggas soo-woo and it's all on sight
A wife make a straight bitch wanna go dyke
I got that coke pure white, in them baby blue Xans
'Bout to make a million in my cherry red van, cherry red van
[Luvaboy TJ:]
Lace up my red Vans, duckin' the feds
Helicopters on my head
Movin' the work on my momma house
Had to get the cheese, bitch a mighty mouse
Pull up in that cherry red chain
Breakin' the bread down with all my niggas
This is how we hang
Earned my stripes in the street like I banged up
That thug life, that's that hood life
Live your flag and throw your set up
Hustle for that good life
Chitty chitty bang bang
Ain't nothin' but a whoop thing
No stoppin' that shoot train
Bomb on 'em like Hussain
[Chris Brown, Luvaboy TJ & Ray J:]
Just a young, fly nigga with a plan
Make 100 million in my cherry red van
Cherry red van, cherry red
Cherry red, cherry red
My niggas soo-woo and it's all on sight
A wife make a straight bitch wanna go dyke
I got that coke pure white, in them baby blue Xans
'Bout to make a million in my cherry red van, cherry red van
Cherry red
Scared lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. HoodyBaby)
[Chris Brown:]
Yeah, what's wrong?
Oh you scared now? Section
[Swift:]
Baby, I'm endzy
Bando, telly
She just wanna do small talk
I just wanna give her the lengthy
Smoke like a rasta
What's that? Sesi
My bros are my brothers
I ain't never had besties
Brap mash in the man bag
Brap brap, headpiece
Jump out of a black van
Goons dem, scary
Peng girl wanna see the life
Don't think that they ready
Come alive in the night time
Most time I wanna stay dreamin'
[Chris Brown:]
She wanna see what it's like to live the nightlife
She thinkin' everything is alright
Baby, you don't wanna be left in the streets
If you're scared of your own heartbeat
Na na, now you scared
Yeah yeah, now you scared
Now I'm goddamn scared
Oh no, yeah yeah, scared of your own heartbeat
[HoodyBaby:]
Shaq and Kobe, Kobe and Shaq, yeah the family back
HoodyBaby still rollin' like a handicap
The life I live, girl you know it's trap to trap
When life attacks soda, all type of crack
Falled off, type of cast, oh you likin' that
You play hard to get, oh you might be back
Two can play that game, hop inside the track
I been on my way, pull up, put 9 with that
[Littlez:]
Wanna see what the life's like
What you know about hard times?
I done wrong
Need my money right
Say she wanna come overnight
Don't care what your friends say
Peng ting wanna come play
Get with a G and this alright
Came up on the trap line
2Pac, doin' thug life
Bad bitch, yeah that's my type
More life in the nightlife
Grew her up, I got the ice
Don't be scared, everythin' nice
Girl, just give me one night
You'll fall in love if I hit twice
[Chris Brown:]
She wanna see what it's like to live the nightlife
She thinkin' everything is alright
Baby, you don't wanna be left in the streets
If you're scared of your own heartbeat
Na na, now you scared
Yeah yeah, now you scared
Now I'm goddamn scared
Oh no, yeah yeah, scared of your own heartbeat
[Sleeks:]
She just wanna live the nightlife
Smokin' weed and do WiFi
Let me tell you 'bout my life
Came up off of night crime
Skrr skrr, when I ride by
Hoodie on tight creep in the night
Trap get it in get it all night
The mandem get a piece of the pie
[Inch:]
Likkle thievin' girl wanna jump on my WiFi
Likkle idiot girl wanna talk about high life
Wild life, when I shell it like parklike
Ard life, they callin' me the dark knight
[Deepee:]
Down to ride, she gets down for thrills
Keep her close and she holdin' still
Hold the crop so I know it's real
I'm still tryna hide from the old bill
I'm so mad I ain't sign no deals
But my last Netflix got chills
So they still know the deal
Say she won't prefer trappin', she will
Still hittin' sales and it's morning now
So she can't stay the night still
I need a bando in the hills
Still, no family until
Rip a pack out the ceil'
Tell daddy, fuck how he feels
[Chris Brown:]
She wanna see what it's like to live the nightlife
She thinkin' everything is alright
Baby, you don't wanna be left in the streets
If you're scared of your own heartbeat
Na na, now you scared
Yeah yeah, now you scared
Now I'm goddamn scared
Oh no, yeah yeah, scared of your own heartbeat
Yeah, what's wrong?
Oh you scared now? Section
[Swift:]
Baby, I'm endzy
Bando, telly
She just wanna do small talk
I just wanna give her the lengthy
Smoke like a rasta
What's that? Sesi
My bros are my brothers
I ain't never had besties
Brap mash in the man bag
Brap brap, headpiece
Jump out of a black van
Goons dem, scary
Peng girl wanna see the life
Don't think that they ready
Come alive in the night time
Most time I wanna stay dreamin'
[Chris Brown:]
She wanna see what it's like to live the nightlife
She thinkin' everything is alright
Baby, you don't wanna be left in the streets
If you're scared of your own heartbeat
Na na, now you scared
Yeah yeah, now you scared
Now I'm goddamn scared
Oh no, yeah yeah, scared of your own heartbeat
[HoodyBaby:]
Shaq and Kobe, Kobe and Shaq, yeah the family back
HoodyBaby still rollin' like a handicap
The life I live, girl you know it's trap to trap
When life attacks soda, all type of crack
Falled off, type of cast, oh you likin' that
You play hard to get, oh you might be back
Two can play that game, hop inside the track
I been on my way, pull up, put 9 with that
[Littlez:]
Wanna see what the life's like
What you know about hard times?
I done wrong
Need my money right
Say she wanna come overnight
Don't care what your friends say
Peng ting wanna come play
Get with a G and this alright
Came up on the trap line
2Pac, doin' thug life
Bad bitch, yeah that's my type
More life in the nightlife
Grew her up, I got the ice
Don't be scared, everythin' nice
Girl, just give me one night
You'll fall in love if I hit twice
[Chris Brown:]
She wanna see what it's like to live the nightlife
She thinkin' everything is alright
Baby, you don't wanna be left in the streets
If you're scared of your own heartbeat
Na na, now you scared
Yeah yeah, now you scared
Now I'm goddamn scared
Oh no, yeah yeah, scared of your own heartbeat
[Sleeks:]
She just wanna live the nightlife
Smokin' weed and do WiFi
Let me tell you 'bout my life
Came up off of night crime
Skrr skrr, when I ride by
Hoodie on tight creep in the night
Trap get it in get it all night
The mandem get a piece of the pie
[Inch:]
Likkle thievin' girl wanna jump on my WiFi
Likkle idiot girl wanna talk about high life
Wild life, when I shell it like parklike
Ard life, they callin' me the dark knight
[Deepee:]
Down to ride, she gets down for thrills
Keep her close and she holdin' still
Hold the crop so I know it's real
I'm still tryna hide from the old bill
I'm so mad I ain't sign no deals
But my last Netflix got chills
So they still know the deal
Say she won't prefer trappin', she will
Still hittin' sales and it's morning now
So she can't stay the night still
I need a bando in the hills
Still, no family until
Rip a pack out the ceil'
Tell daddy, fuck how he feels
[Chris Brown:]
She wanna see what it's like to live the nightlife
She thinkin' everything is alright
Baby, you don't wanna be left in the streets
If you're scared of your own heartbeat
Na na, now you scared
Yeah yeah, now you scared
Now I'm goddamn scared
Oh no, yeah yeah, scared of your own heartbeat
Trappin' lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Flawkoe & Young Lo)
[Young Lo:]
I used to trap out the garage
Talkin' ounces, had bricks
Mr. Get 'em in and move 'em out quick
I used to trap out the garage
Used to get 'em by the bail
100 packs, I ain't even need a scale
I used to trap out the garage
Hustle man get the work, hustle man get the cash
Take a brick and make it skrt, that's the fork hittin' glass
Used to order from the plug, hop out in a mask
Put it all in a bag
I used to trap out the garage
[Chris Brown:]
These niggas all fake, these niggas all snitch
Same nigga in them DMs tryna fuck with your bitch
Nigga money makin' Mitch, fast money, make it quick
50,000 on your head, let's see how fast they forget
Fuck is you lookin' at with your lookin' ass? Cause we flexin'
Not even Google Maps get you over here to this section
All of my niggas equipped with them cha-cha-cha, I'm protected
Make a move on my chain my nigga, coca taking your nigga
[Young Lo:]
I used to trap out the garage
Talkin' ounces, had bricks
Mr. Get 'em in and move 'em out quick
I used to trap out the garage
Used to get 'em by the bail
100 packs, I ain't even need a scale
I used to trap out the garage
Hustle man get the work, hustle man get the cash
Take a brick and make it skrt, that's the fork hittin' glass
Used to order from the plug, hop out in a mask
Put it all in a bag
I used to trap out the garage
[Flawkoe:]
Yo soy el que sale a la esquina
[?] manteca [?]
No soy el que tiene receta pero te cocina
Tu sabe' lo' ciego no miran
Cadena que miran, que brillan
Tu sabe' nosotro' no tenemo' tiempo pa' pagar taquilla
Tu sabe' que traigo la niña
Si explota te estalla bocinas
Tu jefa se pone pa' mí
Me gusta pa' tí
La mando a la esquina
La mando a la esquina
Que traiga los [?]
Que pague la cuenta
Que [?] domina
El rey de la esquina
Mira
[Young Lo:]
I used to trap out the garage
Talkin' ounces, had bricks
Mr. Get 'em in and move 'em out quick
I used to trap out the garage
Used to get 'em by the bail
100 packs, I ain't even need a scale
I used to trap out the garage
Hustle man get the work, hustle man get the cash
Take a brick and make it skrt, that's the fork hittin' glass
Used to order from the plug, hop out in a mask
Put it all in a bag
I used to trap out the garage
Sorry nigga, I don't speak much, when it's beef, niggas get touched
My young niggas shootin' shit Curry but they more like Horry in the clutch
It all started with a quarter, turned that to a Porsche now them Lamb' doors are up
Kinda hard to find a room in the crib like a fortress and them Xans catching up
Used to trap out the garage, sell packs to the stars
Was the man with the Act' and a plug for the bars
Had the MDMA 'fore they knew what it was
Man they kill 'em off of X, I'm a one stop plug
Young legend with the mud
Outlet and the plug
So when they ask me how I got it
I used to trap out the garage
Talkin' ounces, had bricks
Mr. Get 'em in and move 'em out quick
I used to trap out the garage
Used to get 'em by the bail
100 packs, I ain't even need a scale
I used to trap out the garage
Hustle man get the work, hustle man get the cash
Take a brick and make it skrt, that's the fork hittin' glass
Used to order from the plug, hop out in a mask
Put it all in a bag
I used to trap out the garage
I used to trap out the garage
Talkin' ounces, had bricks
Mr. Get 'em in and move 'em out quick
I used to trap out the garage
Used to get 'em by the bail
100 packs, I ain't even need a scale
I used to trap out the garage
Hustle man get the work, hustle man get the cash
Take a brick and make it skrt, that's the fork hittin' glass
Used to order from the plug, hop out in a mask
Put it all in a bag
I used to trap out the garage
[Chris Brown:]
These niggas all fake, these niggas all snitch
Same nigga in them DMs tryna fuck with your bitch
Nigga money makin' Mitch, fast money, make it quick
50,000 on your head, let's see how fast they forget
Fuck is you lookin' at with your lookin' ass? Cause we flexin'
Not even Google Maps get you over here to this section
All of my niggas equipped with them cha-cha-cha, I'm protected
Make a move on my chain my nigga, coca taking your nigga
[Young Lo:]
I used to trap out the garage
Talkin' ounces, had bricks
Mr. Get 'em in and move 'em out quick
I used to trap out the garage
Used to get 'em by the bail
100 packs, I ain't even need a scale
I used to trap out the garage
Hustle man get the work, hustle man get the cash
Take a brick and make it skrt, that's the fork hittin' glass
Used to order from the plug, hop out in a mask
Put it all in a bag
I used to trap out the garage
[Flawkoe:]
Yo soy el que sale a la esquina
[?] manteca [?]
No soy el que tiene receta pero te cocina
Tu sabe' lo' ciego no miran
Cadena que miran, que brillan
Tu sabe' nosotro' no tenemo' tiempo pa' pagar taquilla
Tu sabe' que traigo la niña
Si explota te estalla bocinas
Tu jefa se pone pa' mí
Me gusta pa' tí
La mando a la esquina
La mando a la esquina
Que traiga los [?]
Que pague la cuenta
Que [?] domina
El rey de la esquina
Mira
[Young Lo:]
I used to trap out the garage
Talkin' ounces, had bricks
Mr. Get 'em in and move 'em out quick
I used to trap out the garage
Used to get 'em by the bail
100 packs, I ain't even need a scale
I used to trap out the garage
Hustle man get the work, hustle man get the cash
Take a brick and make it skrt, that's the fork hittin' glass
Used to order from the plug, hop out in a mask
Put it all in a bag
I used to trap out the garage
Sorry nigga, I don't speak much, when it's beef, niggas get touched
My young niggas shootin' shit Curry but they more like Horry in the clutch
It all started with a quarter, turned that to a Porsche now them Lamb' doors are up
Kinda hard to find a room in the crib like a fortress and them Xans catching up
Used to trap out the garage, sell packs to the stars
Was the man with the Act' and a plug for the bars
Had the MDMA 'fore they knew what it was
Man they kill 'em off of X, I'm a one stop plug
Young legend with the mud
Outlet and the plug
So when they ask me how I got it
I used to trap out the garage
Talkin' ounces, had bricks
Mr. Get 'em in and move 'em out quick
I used to trap out the garage
Used to get 'em by the bail
100 packs, I ain't even need a scale
I used to trap out the garage
Hustle man get the work, hustle man get the cash
Take a brick and make it skrt, that's the fork hittin' glass
Used to order from the plug, hop out in a mask
Put it all in a bag
I used to trap out the garage
Dolce lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Young Blacc)
[Chris Brown:]
They say, "Fuck you, where your friends at?"
We say, "Fuck it, where the bands at?"
We say, "Bitch you by the car? No"
I tell the bitch I love the bottle
Bitch you be busy, why you callin'?
See that bitch is poppin' bars now
Pourin' Dolce, Dolce yeah
Why you playin' round? Need to bring that body here
I'm divin' in, I eat it all day
I don't give a fuck what your hoe say
Pourin' Dolce, Dolce yeah
Why you playin' round? Need to bring that body here
I'm divin' in, I eat it all day
I don't give a fuck what your hoe say
Baby, you the finest, booty bouncin'
That's why I put you in designer, I'm movin' mountains
Haters get the fuck from round, we don't fuck around
You know when you hear that chopper sound, somebody got laid down
Hasta luego
Play with the bricks like they Legos
Too drunk, I'mma fuck up my kidneys
Come check out my brain like Play-Dough
All my killers, they do what I say so
All my bitches stay down, you don't mess with
Got a bitch who just do what I need
Hold a burner and roll up my weed and mind my babies
It's hard to tell if she really loves me
Or is it the Dolce
I'm too fucked up at the moment
To even recognize your face, we was too fucked up
Pourin' Dolce, Dolce yeah
Why you playin' round? Need to bring that body here
I'm divin' in, I eat it all day
I don't give a fuck what your hoe say
Pourin' Dolce, Dolce yeah
Why you playin' round? Need to bring that body here
I'm divin' in, I eat it all day
I don't give a fuck what your hoe say
[Young Blacc:]
She blowin' my phone up
She want that dick first thing in the morning
Skrrt off in the foreign
Just give me some head, that pussy is borin'
Sellin' pussy like it's real estate
Puttin' jugs on the interstate
Old clip out the H-Town
On the southside with my nigga Trey
You niggas is foolish, you soundin' so stupid
Just left from my jeweller
Like what is you doin'?
Just got back from tour, I'm livin' like Lucious
I be drunk off the D'ucé
Two hoes, call it two play
Man down at the trap house
Tell 'em take mine, we done that play
OHB, that's the set nigga
Father sellin' them bricks now
Got a redbone on the westdie
That bang head like TIP nigga
I'm good wherever I go
I'm stacked up and they know
With the top down on my king shit
I got the keys nigga, like Hov
[Chris Brown:]
Pourin' Dolce, Dolce yeah
Why you playin' round? Need to bring that body here
I'm divin' in, I eat it all day
I don't give a fuck what your hoe say
Pourin' Dolce, Dolce yeah
Why you playin' round? Need to bring that body here
I'm divin' in, I eat it all day
I don't give a fuck what your hoe say
They say, "Fuck you, where your friends at?"
We say, "Fuck it, where the bands at?"
We say, "Bitch you by the car? No"
I tell the bitch I love the bottle
Bitch you be busy, why you callin'?
See that bitch is poppin' bars now
Pourin' Dolce, Dolce yeah
Why you playin' round? Need to bring that body here
I'm divin' in, I eat it all day
I don't give a fuck what your hoe say
Pourin' Dolce, Dolce yeah
Why you playin' round? Need to bring that body here
I'm divin' in, I eat it all day
I don't give a fuck what your hoe say
Baby, you the finest, booty bouncin'
That's why I put you in designer, I'm movin' mountains
Haters get the fuck from round, we don't fuck around
You know when you hear that chopper sound, somebody got laid down
Hasta luego
Play with the bricks like they Legos
Too drunk, I'mma fuck up my kidneys
Come check out my brain like Play-Dough
All my killers, they do what I say so
All my bitches stay down, you don't mess with
Got a bitch who just do what I need
Hold a burner and roll up my weed and mind my babies
It's hard to tell if she really loves me
Or is it the Dolce
I'm too fucked up at the moment
To even recognize your face, we was too fucked up
Pourin' Dolce, Dolce yeah
Why you playin' round? Need to bring that body here
I'm divin' in, I eat it all day
I don't give a fuck what your hoe say
Pourin' Dolce, Dolce yeah
Why you playin' round? Need to bring that body here
I'm divin' in, I eat it all day
I don't give a fuck what your hoe say
[Young Blacc:]
She blowin' my phone up
She want that dick first thing in the morning
Skrrt off in the foreign
Just give me some head, that pussy is borin'
Sellin' pussy like it's real estate
Puttin' jugs on the interstate
Old clip out the H-Town
On the southside with my nigga Trey
You niggas is foolish, you soundin' so stupid
Just left from my jeweller
Like what is you doin'?
Just got back from tour, I'm livin' like Lucious
I be drunk off the D'ucé
Two hoes, call it two play
Man down at the trap house
Tell 'em take mine, we done that play
OHB, that's the set nigga
Father sellin' them bricks now
Got a redbone on the westdie
That bang head like TIP nigga
I'm good wherever I go
I'm stacked up and they know
With the top down on my king shit
I got the keys nigga, like Hov
[Chris Brown:]
Pourin' Dolce, Dolce yeah
Why you playin' round? Need to bring that body here
I'm divin' in, I eat it all day
I don't give a fuck what your hoe say
Pourin' Dolce, Dolce yeah
Why you playin' round? Need to bring that body here
I'm divin' in, I eat it all day
I don't give a fuck what your hoe say
Dash lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz)
[Inch:]
Lock it
Rise and pop it
The shoe dem sharp
The flow, dem classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come suh
She have to grip it and dash it
Lock it
Rise and pop it
The shoe dem sharp
The flow, dem classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come suh
She have to grip it and dash it
[Chris Brown:]
Look, light a spliff up
You know a nigga ain't smokin' it for the pictures
Section Boyz and Breezy in VIP
We gettin' money and we 'bout to snatch your bitches
Go figure, OHB, ain't no broke niggas
I see her poppin' them pills, I let her roll with us
She say she wanted to chill, I let her smoke with us
I put my dick in and feel like a fuckin' bow hit her
Damn girl, I know your nigga mad
Cause now I gotta buy a bigger bag
Diamond rings and poppin' tags
And you still gon' cheat with your bitch ass, haha
They callin' me crazy
You know a nigga really got some screws loose
Yeah, but come try to lay
I got 100 killers on the other end of this Bluetooth
[Inch:]
Lock it
Rise and pop it
The shoe dem sharp
The flow, dem classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come suh
She have to grip it and bash it
[Littlez:]
Man mash then dash it
Get cash, I stack and splash it
Get brick on thick, I'll smash it
Bad B, she dash, not flash it
Naughty, she call me papi
Early morning, I get trappy
Dirty, that girl here trashy
Can't smoke with man she's ashy
War time, move black, no khaki
Them boy just foolin' fasty
2 sharp, na them can't style me
Step in the club in my trackies
Man put that girl in a taxi
She get down low on my lappy
Foreign jawns when I grab weed
Tell her run, make it snappy
[Sleeks:]
Reebok, classic
Tracksuit with a package
Sip lock plus a mattik
Bang bang, make you back flip
Jar jar full of herbs
Bad bitches and curves
Swag surfin', got the whip skrrtin'
Section Boyz, that's the word
Never see me with a dead ting
No, big spliff make your head spin
London boy in a London ting
Man a act bad but they run from him
Tracksuit, hat and a T, phone bling
Run through pack onto a next ting
Grip it, dash it
Run up, clap it
Gang gang gang on the warla ting
[Inch:]
Lock it
Rise and pop it
The show dem sharp
The flow, dem classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come suh
She have to grip it and dash it
[Swift:]
My ting, the maddest
Ring ring, you have it?
Stink brick in the attic
Watch bro whip it in Hannas
All my bitches got manners
Linky link, love the mandem
Switch the sim at random
Bling bling, man's flashin'
Where you comin' from? Hattons
Your ting keeps attin'
Kinda embarrasin'
Dash a pussy like a javelin
Do it in the house I'm trappin' in
Like oh oh, when I'm mashin' it
She from 4, 4, but she travellin'
And when I'm in the squad, what's happenin'?
[Deepee:]
Light it, rass it
If it's akh, I'll pass it
Them man are all soft, them targets
I'll take a man's pack, go home and laugh it
Off like a bastard, man's charged up
If you tryna see a nigga, man's chargin'
Fuck a family tree
We got a family trees in man's garden
I got grams of trees, but who's askin'?
Not a car but keys get me started
I put my palm on trees like I'm Tarzan
Man's calm but try and harm my Gs and you'll starfish
Body work, body work, body work
Break a leg, roof smellin' like armpits
Little tooly tool, I'm still bossy
They talk the talk but man walk it
[Inch:]
Lock it
Rise and pop it
The shoe dem sharp
The flow, dem classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come South
She have to grip it and dash it
Lock it
Rise and pop it
The shoe dem sharp
The flow, dem classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come South
She have to grip it and dash it
Lock it
Rise and pop it
The shoe dem sharp
The flow, dem classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come suh
She have to grip it and dash it
Lock it
Rise and pop it
The shoe dem sharp
The flow, dem classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come suh
She have to grip it and dash it
[Chris Brown:]
Look, light a spliff up
You know a nigga ain't smokin' it for the pictures
Section Boyz and Breezy in VIP
We gettin' money and we 'bout to snatch your bitches
Go figure, OHB, ain't no broke niggas
I see her poppin' them pills, I let her roll with us
She say she wanted to chill, I let her smoke with us
I put my dick in and feel like a fuckin' bow hit her
Damn girl, I know your nigga mad
Cause now I gotta buy a bigger bag
Diamond rings and poppin' tags
And you still gon' cheat with your bitch ass, haha
They callin' me crazy
You know a nigga really got some screws loose
Yeah, but come try to lay
I got 100 killers on the other end of this Bluetooth
[Inch:]
Lock it
Rise and pop it
The shoe dem sharp
The flow, dem classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come suh
She have to grip it and bash it
[Littlez:]
Man mash then dash it
Get cash, I stack and splash it
Get brick on thick, I'll smash it
Bad B, she dash, not flash it
Naughty, she call me papi
Early morning, I get trappy
Dirty, that girl here trashy
Can't smoke with man she's ashy
War time, move black, no khaki
Them boy just foolin' fasty
2 sharp, na them can't style me
Step in the club in my trackies
Man put that girl in a taxi
She get down low on my lappy
Foreign jawns when I grab weed
Tell her run, make it snappy
[Sleeks:]
Reebok, classic
Tracksuit with a package
Sip lock plus a mattik
Bang bang, make you back flip
Jar jar full of herbs
Bad bitches and curves
Swag surfin', got the whip skrrtin'
Section Boyz, that's the word
Never see me with a dead ting
No, big spliff make your head spin
London boy in a London ting
Man a act bad but they run from him
Tracksuit, hat and a T, phone bling
Run through pack onto a next ting
Grip it, dash it
Run up, clap it
Gang gang gang on the warla ting
[Inch:]
Lock it
Rise and pop it
The show dem sharp
The flow, dem classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come suh
She have to grip it and dash it
[Swift:]
My ting, the maddest
Ring ring, you have it?
Stink brick in the attic
Watch bro whip it in Hannas
All my bitches got manners
Linky link, love the mandem
Switch the sim at random
Bling bling, man's flashin'
Where you comin' from? Hattons
Your ting keeps attin'
Kinda embarrasin'
Dash a pussy like a javelin
Do it in the house I'm trappin' in
Like oh oh, when I'm mashin' it
She from 4, 4, but she travellin'
And when I'm in the squad, what's happenin'?
[Deepee:]
Light it, rass it
If it's akh, I'll pass it
Them man are all soft, them targets
I'll take a man's pack, go home and laugh it
Off like a bastard, man's charged up
If you tryna see a nigga, man's chargin'
Fuck a family tree
We got a family trees in man's garden
I got grams of trees, but who's askin'?
Not a car but keys get me started
I put my palm on trees like I'm Tarzan
Man's calm but try and harm my Gs and you'll starfish
Body work, body work, body work
Break a leg, roof smellin' like armpits
Little tooly tool, I'm still bossy
They talk the talk but man walk it
[Inch:]
Lock it
Rise and pop it
The shoe dem sharp
The flow, dem classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come South
She have to grip it and dash it
Lock it
Rise and pop it
The shoe dem sharp
The flow, dem classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come South
She have to grip it and dash it
Marathon Man lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. HoodyBaby & Luvaboy TJ)
[HoodyBaby:]
Word around town, it's a drug war
Step into my crib, it's a drug store
I don't need nothin', I just want more
Real dope boy, I took the coke on tour
Take a walk with me, this a plug talk
Funny how this work got me takin' off
Hittin' it for bricks and I make it off
HoodyBaby, I'm the boss cause I paid the cost
Young niggas sellin' coke, I got WiFi
Side bitches suckin' dick from the sideline
Fuck boys, they ain't stickin' to the guidelines
The world is yours nigga, I want mine
Classic, did my thing with the coke nigga
Marathon man, I be runnin' with the dope dealers
Sippin' Ace of Spades, gettin' drunk with the gold diggers
100 thousand dollar cross, feelin' like the Pope nigga
[Chris Brown:]
Marathon man, nigga cheatin' like I'm Lance
Last week I was in France, 150 up in Cannes
Say I can't nigga, I can, boy don't make me pull them choppers out
Check my chopper style, send that ass back to your mama house
Bitch, you think I'm playin', I spend 50 thousand on the dance
Ain't no evidence cause the judge ain't find no skeleton
I be runnin' laps in my trap
Ain't gotta be strapped 'fore a nigga take your tap, OHB, bitch
[HoodyBaby:]
Classic, did my thing with the coke nigga
Marathon man, I be runnin' with the dope dealers
Sippin' Ace of Spades, gettin' drunk with the gold diggers
100 thousand dollar cross, feelin' like the Pope nigga
[Luvaboy TJ:]
Luvaboy, I tell her what she wanna hear
OHB, that lil hoe, make it disappear
I just wanna hit that pussy from the rear
Have a orgy with your friends just to keep it fair
Spittin' flame, young out, I be tamed, I'm the fuckin' man
Half a pound, break it all down, ever since I can
Add the boost, molly and the Xans, we in candy land
Stanckin' gingerbread man, catch me if you can
[HoodyBaby:]
Classic, did my thing with the coke nigga
Marathon man, I be runnin' with the dope dealers
Sippin' Ace of Spades, gettin' drunk with the gold diggers
100 thousand dollar cross, feelin' like the Pope nigga
Yeah, I'm feelin' like the Pope nigga
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man
Word around town, it's a drug war
Step into my crib, it's a drug store
I don't need nothin', I just want more
Real dope boy, I took the coke on tour
Take a walk with me, this a plug talk
Funny how this work got me takin' off
Hittin' it for bricks and I make it off
HoodyBaby, I'm the boss cause I paid the cost
Young niggas sellin' coke, I got WiFi
Side bitches suckin' dick from the sideline
Fuck boys, they ain't stickin' to the guidelines
The world is yours nigga, I want mine
Classic, did my thing with the coke nigga
Marathon man, I be runnin' with the dope dealers
Sippin' Ace of Spades, gettin' drunk with the gold diggers
100 thousand dollar cross, feelin' like the Pope nigga
[Chris Brown:]
Marathon man, nigga cheatin' like I'm Lance
Last week I was in France, 150 up in Cannes
Say I can't nigga, I can, boy don't make me pull them choppers out
Check my chopper style, send that ass back to your mama house
Bitch, you think I'm playin', I spend 50 thousand on the dance
Ain't no evidence cause the judge ain't find no skeleton
I be runnin' laps in my trap
Ain't gotta be strapped 'fore a nigga take your tap, OHB, bitch
[HoodyBaby:]
Classic, did my thing with the coke nigga
Marathon man, I be runnin' with the dope dealers
Sippin' Ace of Spades, gettin' drunk with the gold diggers
100 thousand dollar cross, feelin' like the Pope nigga
[Luvaboy TJ:]
Luvaboy, I tell her what she wanna hear
OHB, that lil hoe, make it disappear
I just wanna hit that pussy from the rear
Have a orgy with your friends just to keep it fair
Spittin' flame, young out, I be tamed, I'm the fuckin' man
Half a pound, break it all down, ever since I can
Add the boost, molly and the Xans, we in candy land
Stanckin' gingerbread man, catch me if you can
[HoodyBaby:]
Classic, did my thing with the coke nigga
Marathon man, I be runnin' with the dope dealers
Sippin' Ace of Spades, gettin' drunk with the gold diggers
100 thousand dollar cross, feelin' like the Pope nigga
Yeah, I'm feelin' like the Pope nigga
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man
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