Track Star (Remix 2.0) lyrics - Mooski, Chris Brown & A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie (feat. Yung Bleu)

 Ah, ah, ha-ha

(She's a runner, runner, runner, runner, runner)

This the remix, yeah, yeah

(Oh, oh, oh)

Shawty gon' run when she in a bind (Run)

A track star who ain't never seen the finish line

Can't confide or commit, she scared to trust somebody (Oh-oh)

On your mark, get set, go, she 'bout to dust somebody

Do what it take, do what's gon' make it last

She can't take the pain that come with that

Hit the brakes 'fore it's too late, she fast

Once she set her pace, she don't look back

Now I, know I looked over the signs

Girl, do you ever get tired? (You know)

(Of runnin', runnin') Oh, why?

She's a runner, she's a track star

She gon' run away when it gets hard

She can't take the pain, she can't get scarred

She hurt anyone that gets involved

Don't wanna commit, why take it this far? (Oh, why?)

She gon' do the race, just not this one (No, oh-oh, Oh, why?)

Love is a game, you used to cheer for

When I was down to talk, you weren't here for it (Woah-oh)

She's a liar, she a capper

She do anything for the Black Card

She can't feel your pain with her black heart (No)

Should've never let that shit get that far (Woah, woah)

It's always been games with you (Oh)

Keepin' score and changin' moves (Oh)

I was all for it, but lately you (Oh)

Showed me that side, that crazy you (Oh, crazy you)

And you can get to packin' all of your bags

You can leave the racks with all of them tags

Gon' do your thing and don't look back

Damn, girl, you fast (Woah, woah)

She's a runner, she's a track star (Oh, she, she)

She gon' run away when it gets hard (When it, yeah)

She can't take the pain, she can't get scarred (No, no, oh, woah)

She hurt anyone that gets involved (Oh, yeah,)

Don't wanna commit, why take it this far? (Oh, why? Oh, why?)

She gon' do the race, just not this one (Oh, why? Oh, why?)

Love is a game, you used to cheer for (Woah)

When I was down to talk, you weren't here for it

I said don't you run from me (Don't you run)

Don't take my love for granted 'cause you know it can get ugly

She's a runner, she's a track star (Oh-oh)

Don't run away when it get hard, love

I can tell that you ain't never had a gangster

I'm aware of that, he ain't never tell you, "Thank ya"

How you wear that, you should get a new Wraith, oh-oh (Skrrt)

I'm slidin' when you tell me it's convenient ('Venient)

You know I got the Glock up in 'Ghini

Grant a couple wishes like a genie

She gon' keep on runnin' back if she got access

Got my dick hard like it's hard to be a Black man

I cut her off and put my feelings in a trash can

Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh (Oh-oh)

I guess all this love was just too much love for you

She's a runner, she's a track star

She gon' run away when it gets hard

She can't take the pain, she can't get scarred

She hurt anyone that gets involved

Don't wanna commit, why take it this far? (Oh, why?)

She gon' do the race, just not this one (Oh, why?)

Love is a game, you used to cheer for (Yeah, yeah)

When I was down to talk, you weren't here for it (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

You, ooh-ooh-ooh

Baby, stop frontin' (Stop frontin')

Grab on your waist, that's gon' make you stop runnin' (Stop runnin')

Diamonds on my chain and watch bustin'

You look at me like you want somethin'

Don't keep it low, keep it one-hundred

Speakin' of numbers, I, here, I gave you the wrong one on purpose but this one is workin' fine

Hit my line, call me whenever you want some me, 646-992-7453

I'm from the jungle, but I'm not a cheater

Bitch, I'm in my bag now, it's Hoodie SZN

I'ma set it off if a nigga creep up

And she gon' take the charge like it's a misdemeanor

I was mad high, you was off a Xan, I know

I was tryna fuck you and your friends like (Woah, woah)

Even though that wasn't in the plans right (No, oh)

Drum with a stick, like a band, I know (Woo)

AP on my wrist, that's a bustdown, oh-woah (AP on my wrist, that's a—)

King of this fly shit, yeah, I know

You can hold me down, and be more than my ho

Stop actin' like you love me when you really don't know

She's a runner, she's a track star

Terminator lyrics - Chris Brown

 G-girl, you got to feel good, feel good

Girl, you got to feel good

I see you drinkin' out the bottle, baby

And then you think of me, it drives you crazy

Tell me, who else can set your soul on fire?

My love is up there, let me take you higher (Higher)

Tell me, does it feel good when I'm touchin' you, you?

'Cause it feels good when you touchin' on me

Does it feel good? (Fell good) Touchin' you

Tell me, does it feel good?

I wanna know what's on your mind

I'm runnin' outta time (Yeah)

I wanna know what's on your mind

I'm runnin' outta time (Ooh-ooh)

Please, please, please, please (Yeah)

Tell me what do you see

Terminator? Bad machine?

Hop on my elevator, let's just go up

You wanna say no but your heart is sold (Hey)

Tell me, who else can get your blood running?

They wanna stop, hell no, let's keep it goin' (Keep it goin')

Tell me, does it feel good (Does it feel good?) when I'm touchin' you, you?

'Cause it feels good (Oh) when you touchin' on me

Does it feel good? (Fell good) Touchin' you

Tell me, does it feel good?

I wanna know what's on your mind (Yeah)

I'm runnin' outta time (Yeah)

I wanna know what's on your mind (Yeah)

I'm runnin' outta time (Ooh-ooh)

Please, please, please, please (Yeah)

Tell me what do you see

Terminator? Bad machine?

You are the girl I've been dreaming of (Of, of)

How far would you go just to have my love?

Sometimes, I love you, can't tell when it's coming (No, no)

Right here in front of you, you gotta stop running (Here we go)

Before you lose it, oh yeah, oh yeah

Before you lose it (Ooh-ooh), oh yeah, oh yeah

Oh!

I wanna know what's on your mind (Yeah)

I'm runnin' outta time

I wanna know what's on your mind (Woo!)

I'm runnin' outta time

Please, please, please, please (Yeah)

Tell me what do you see (Ooh-ooh)

Terminator? Bad machine?

Terminator? Bad machine?

Talkin' Dirty lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Yo Gotti, 2 Chainz)

 DJ Drama

Hey!

I'm the nigga you like

He ain't even your type, girl

I put it down every time we do it

You be talkin' dirty to me

Oh, 'cause how I do it to your body

Baby girl, you talkin' dirty to me

Oh, 'c-cause I do it right, yeah (Yeah)

Damn, girl (2 Chainz!)

Whisper sweet nothing's in your earlobe

Real slow, when I touch down in your field goal (Yeah)

I left the party, to the after party (Party)

Left the after party with you alcoholics

In the suite with you, my t-shirt for pajamas and

Them niggas ballin', then they switchin' like Juwanna Mann

At first, shawty sayin' that she wanna man

Now she sayin' that she want a band (Damn)

This for the bowlegged girl at Onyx

Meant to say the bowlegged girl at [?]

If I was in the NBA, I be hoopin' in Dolce & Gabannas

This right here is so contrary

I'm so cold, I might need a Monclair

My money long, I got long hair

I like Giuseppe so much, I bought four pair, ooh

I'm the nigga you like (I am)

He ain't even your type, girl (Nah)

I put it down every time we do it

You be talkin' dirty to me (Say what, say what)

Oh, 'cause how I do it to your body (Say what, say what)

Baby girl, you talkin' dirty to me (They gettin', hey)

Oh, 'c-cause I do it right, yeah

Damn, girl

Shawty sent a text, "I wanna FaceTime" (I do)

I don't wanna talk, I want face time (Cyeah)

Talkin' ass fat, can't see her waistline (Woo)

Straight to point, I don't waste time (Waste time)

I ain't spendin' no money, I'm a real nigga (I am)

Pussy been free since a lil' nigga

If it don't come with no receipt, I ain't buyin' it

But I'll take it 'round the world, yeah, I'm flyin' it

Yeah, come on trips and shit

If the pussy good, you get gifts and shit

I'm talkin' double Cs and Givenchy bag

Know you ain't a bad bitch if you ain't got swag (Ha ha)

Shawty look right, always say the right shit

Hair long, real or fake, plus she gun thick

She a puller, not a ho, on that fun shit

Got me thinkin' to myself, "You the one, bitch"

I'm the nigga you like (You like, baby)

He ain't even your type, girl (No)

I put it down every time we do it

You be talkin' dirty to me

Oh, 'cause how I do it to your body (Yeah)

Baby girl, you talkin' dirty to me (Ooh, now, now, now)

Oh, 'c-cause I do it right, yeah

Damn, girl

Dick too bomb, she don't wanna leave me (Wanna leave me)

She wantin' that money, better come see me (Come see me)

Want it right now, she ain't tryna wait (Tryna wait)

She wanna know how a nigga pay (Pay)

That's on the dead homies

She don't even know me, for real

Put them legs up, then I eat it up

Throw it at me, I'ma catch it (Catch it)

And you already know I'm ready

Seein' you twerk it, baby, you puttin' that work in

Because I

I'm the nigga you like (You like, baby)

He ain't even your type, girl (No)

I put it down every time we do it

You be talkin' dirty to me

Oh, 'cause how I do it to your body (Yeah)

Baby girl, you talkin' dirty to me (Ooh, now, now, now)

Oh, 'c-cause I do it right, yeah

Damn, girl

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

 Da-da-da-da

Da-da

Yow Kellz

Link with the killy them

Saint Kitts to Trinidad

Big up the whole a them

'Cause wọn kéré nínú ayé

Anything I do

Headline news even wetin I no do

Them go say, "I do"

Nothing but the truth when I step up in the booth

No lie, my life no be small thing

Remember last Christmas

Santa Claus give me the glizzy with the switch, dawg

So some people no go see this Christmas

Man them a crosses, most of them not even Christians

Click-bang, body sinking like the quicksand

Ztekk full of bomb like Afghanistan

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

And me know them nah sorry for me

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

Bloody crime scene, calamity

A so we shoot out brain fi go Canada, G

Make your marrow experience no gravity

Tell a pussy we no laugh up

We no take talk

Violate, people a dead dawg

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

We no laugh up

We no take talk

Badness a weh we endorse

We no shoot people fi end up in a Red Cross

Yow, Talibans, like

Say you bad, from which part?

Wul a mad dawg, dem pissed off

Everything get dark when di switch on

Blue stone, Chinese telephone, witchcraft

Half a cup, a milli stuck inna Ziploc

Rich talk, dis a big talk

Kingston, Portmore, full a replay

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

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

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

Hope you got some headphones up in Heaven

Listenin' to every single session

290 switch, bare cockroach me step on

Woah, pussy, we no play that

Every gyal get fucked and I throw it back

Cocky down innna your belly, gyal, hol' at

Yeah, yeah

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

And me know them nah sorry for me

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

Bloody crime scene, calamity

A so we shoot out brain fi go Canada, G

Make your marrow experience no gravity (Oh no)

Tell a pussy we no laugh up

We no take talk

Violate, people a dead dawg

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

We no laugh up

We no take talk

Badness a weh we endorse

We no shoot people fi end up in a Red Cross

Da-da, da-da

Da-da, da-da

Da-da, da-da

Da-da, da-da

Da-da, da-da

Da-da, da-da

Yow Kellz

Tell a boy we no laugh up

We no take talk

Violate, people a dead dawg

Mm, me wan' know a weh your head gone

You should a keep in your bed 'cause

We no laugh up

We no take talk

Yow dawg, we a make war, yow

Tell a boy we no laugh up

Anything a weh you get dawg

Sucka lyrics - Chris Brown

 How could I allow her to do it?

They say a man ain't supposed to cry

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

Thought I could trust her

I guess I thought wrong

So many times I played the fool

I guess I was the dummy all along (Damn)

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

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

She tried to break my pockets, but broke my heart

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

And my baby stuck in her ways

Girl, it's fine, what a nice try

At least we had a good time

Bitch, goodbye

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

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

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

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

Hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids

That's all she want

Hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids

That's all she want

Hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids

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

Hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids

That's all she want

Hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids

That's all she want

Hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids

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

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

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

She tried to break my pockets, but broke my heart

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

And my baby stuck in her ways

Girl, it's fine, what a nice try

At least we had a good time

Bitch, goodbye

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

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

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

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

Hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids

That's all she want

Hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids

That's all she want

Hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids

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

Hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids

That's all she want

Hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids

That's all she want

Hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids

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

Stranger Things lyrics - Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown

 [Chris Brown:]

Bottles and a bucket full of ice (yeah)

Better make room, vroom hear the Lambo (celebrate)

Bitch better believe that I'ma sniper (yeah)

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

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

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

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

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

Now choke, talk to the dick honestly

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

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

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

[Joyner Lucas (Chris Brown):]

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

With some shooters, we jump inside of the Buick

You duck and hide from the Rugers

A couple choppers, acoustic and the guitar

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

Get stuck inside of the cubics

I never lie but the truth is

I'm fuckin' tired of these losers

And all my life want the food

When it's summertime and the juice

But I'd rather die than to lose

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

And strategize with the movement

Walk in the trap like a boss, ooh

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

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

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

Like you have a label, call the doctor

Heard the chopper make 'em do the macarena

All you niggas sweet as candy

Chocolate chip and I relate to Jolly Ranchers

Stick to bubblegum and watermelon flavored

Get the paper, I'ma (celebrate)

On the corner

Heard you niggas got the juice, but I got Corona

Got a little Spanish bitch, I call her maricona

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

Yeah, I make you niggas (elevate)

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

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

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

All we do is win, you a loser to me

Rappers wanna talk about battle me (Joyner)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Give her long dick and a strawberry daiquiri

[Chris Brown:]

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

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

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

If all you pussy niggas my kids are in trouble then

Shut up before I spank you for actin' up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You don't really wanna see Brown

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

Joyner, I don't really feel these niggas

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

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

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

[Joyner Lucas:]

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

Take flex, Fresh Prince, Uncle Phil these niggas

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Joyner Lucas:]

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

Oh, you want war? Say no more

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

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

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

[Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown:]

And I'm so bored, I might switch cars

Save a lotta money on Geico (jheeze)

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

Bitch, I'm Irak (jheeze)

Listen, nigga, mind your business

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

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

I was watchin', you was shoppin'

Ain't never had the shit in my side

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

[Chris Brown:]

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

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

Puttin' my face in it, never wastin' it

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

And then I'ma proceed and play with the pussy

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

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

State Of The Union lyrics - Chris Brown

 Dreaming all the time, thinking to myself

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

I keep thinking about when you said

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

Wasn't prepared for what life had to bring me

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

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

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

But it's alright, alright, alright

It ain't a surprise, surprise, surprise

Gotta do what you gotta do where I'm from

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

But everybody hating, where the love at?

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

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

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

Tired of running from the police, huh

Never fucking over my homies, huh

Hope my niggas make it in one piece, huh

In my lane whipping in it one seat, huh

I know a lot of people owe me

But I won't go back to the old me

Please stop acting like you know me

On my place, tryna keep us going

You got the right, the right to live it up

Shine 'til your light is bright and big enough

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

When you aim for the sky, you start lifting up

It's super heavy to carry your own weight

And too much to finish what's on your plate

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

Sound The Alarm lyrics - Chris Brown

 Girl, you said you love me loud

I'm listening, make me proud

Girl, make me bow

I want to feel all your love in my chest

Bang it out

So turn it up, shake the ground

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

Your frequency screams at me

Wanna know how you soundin' surround

Break this heat up

Girl, you know how much I need ya

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Wanna feel the walls just closin' in

Wanna feel the fire on the floor

Rattle my head and spin my world around

Turn it up, love me louder

Make me feel your heartbeat through the floor

Sound your alarm, sound your alarm

I need ya

Sound your alarm, sound your alarm

I need to hear it, scream it

Make me feel you crashing through my core

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

I need ya

Sound your alarm, sound your alarm louder

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

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

Make my day, ain't time for delay

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

Break this heat up

Girl, you know how much I need ya

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Wanna feel the walls just closin' in

Wanna feel the fire on the floor

Rattle my head and spin my world around

Turn it up, love me louder

Make me feel your heartbeat through the floor

Sound your alarm, sound your alarm

I need ya

Sound your alarm, sound your alarm

I need to hear it, scream it

Make me feel you crashing through my core

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

I need ya

Sound your alarm, sound your alarm louder

Say my name, say my name

(You better scream my name)

Yeah, make me scream out

Shake it up, shake it up

I need to hear it now (Oh whoa)

Say my name, say my name (Yeah)

Yeah, baby, wear it out

Oh, oh

Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah, uh

Say my name, say my name

Now baby, scream out

Shake it up, shake it up

Just to tear it down

Feel me up, feel me up

Don't let me bow down, down, down

Love me loud (Yeah!)

Turn it up (Whoa), love me louder

Make me feel your heartbeat through the floor

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

I need ya

Sound your alarm, sound your alarm (Sound)

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

Make me feel you crashing through my core

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

I need ya

Sound your alarm, sound your alarm louder

You should do

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

 My last nigga was a bitch nigga

I need a nigga with bout 6 figures, yeah

Someone who know what to do with it, yeah

Someone who ain't on that goofy shit

I need to know what you gone do

I ain't tryna go through Déjà vu

It's some bullshit that I went through

Hope its not the same with you

Come make me feel a way

Taste till I levitate, yeah

Relieve all the pain

Make me forget those things

Oh, I wanna lay with you

See what this thing could do, yeah

Put me on something new

Put me on 'cause

I want something

Something that I can feel

I want something

That I know is real

I want something

Something that I can feel

Come and put me on the real, real, real

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

That'll come through and do you right

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

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

Girl I might just give you a daughter

Girl I know, baby that it's real

Let me show you how it feels

I'ma make you feel a way

Taste till you levitate

Let me relieve all your pain

Make you forget those things

Girl I wanna lay with you

And show you what this thing gone do to you

Put you on something new

I'll put you on on on

I want something

Something that I can feel

I want something

That I know is real

I want something

Something that I can feel

Come and put me on the real, real, real

I have yet to see the real

I need something I can feel oh

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

I want something I can feel

Girl you know how I feel, can feel

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

I want something that I can feel

Smooches lyrics - Chris Brown

 Bangladesh

Smooches, baby

She wanna kiss it

Smooches, baby

She wanna kiss it

Smooches, baby

She wanna kiss it

Smooches, baby

Seal it with a kiss

She wanna kiss down on me

She wanna put her lips on me

She wanna kiss down on me

She wanna put her lips on me

It's dedicated to the girls around the world

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

Look at my picture on your bedroom wall, wall

You know I can't forget ya

Swagger still the same, money never been a issue

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

Wish I could kiss every one of y'all

Every one of y'all

Every one of y'all wanna give me

Smooches, baby

She wanna kiss it

Smooches, baby

She wanna kiss it

Smooches, baby

She wanna kiss it

Smooches, baby

Seal it with a kiss

She wanna kiss down on me

She wanna put her lips on me

She wanna kiss down on me

She wanna put her lips on me

Now every single time, I gotta raise the bar

Give you another reason just to take me home

She whispered in my ear that the crib not far

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

Swagger still the same, money never been a issue

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

Wish I could kiss every one of y'all

Every one of y'all

Every one of y'all wanna give me

Smooches, baby

She wanna kiss it

Smooches, baby

She wanna kiss it

Smooches, baby

She wanna kiss it

Smooches, baby

Seal it with a kiss

She wanna kiss down on me

She wanna put her lips on me

She wanna kiss down on me

She wanna put her lips on me

Smooches, baby

Sm-Smooches, baby

Smooches, baby

Sm-Smooches, baby

Smooches, baby

Sm-Smooches, baby

Sirens lyrics - Chris Brown

 Let me see what you about

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

We ain't even gotta fuck on the first night

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

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

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

Got that dope dick all the bad bitches talk about

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

Already know my figures, OHB the pussy killers

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

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

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

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

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

Send that text to your homegirl, OMG

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

But we gon' be aight tonight

Hella high, bitch, higher than life

Baby, you just might be right tonight

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

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

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

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

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

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

My heart beat, he already bleeding

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

Promise me his mama won't see it

Sirens screaming like ooh-ooh

I hear 'em screaming, ooh-ooh

Sirens screaming like ooh-ooh

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

You fucked up my whole night

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

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

Catch him, set him on fire

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I done been in trial, still had my jewelry on

Mama say that white people change when the money come

Pussy ass niggas, know you wanna build a case

Squares in your circle, yeah, you niggas outta shape

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

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

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

My heart beat, he already bleeding

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

Promise me his mama won't see it

Sirens screaming like ooh-ooh

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

Sirens screaming like ooh-ooh

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

You fucked up my whole night

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

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

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

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

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

Molotov the corporation, fuck the family business

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

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

But we gon' be aight tonight

Hella high, bitch, higher than life

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

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

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

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

Told me hold my head high, never duck the missiles

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

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

My heart beat, he already bleeding

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

Promise me his mama won't see it

Sirens screaming like ooh-ooh

I hear 'em screaming, ooh-ooh

Sirens screaming like ooh-ooh

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

You fucked up my whole night

F-F-Fucked up my whole night

F-F-F-Fucked up my whole night

Fucked up my whole night

She Want A Singa lyrics - Chris Brown

 Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Ayy, ayy

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Little inflated Bahamas shades, oops

Bright as the sun (Sun, sun, sun)

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

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

You're down, you're down

Let the paramedics sweep you away, away

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

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

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

And she wanna see me stand up

Your girl, she wanna get stuck

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

And show her how it feel again

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

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

She don't want no rapper, want a singa

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Singa, singa, singa

She don't want no rapper, want a singa

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

(Sit your ass down, sit your ass down)

Singa, singa, singa

(Sit your ass down)

She don't want no rapper, want a singa

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

(Sit your ass down, sit your ass down)

Singa, singa, singa

(Sit your ass down)

Singa

Lookin' at your booty, so amazed

Where did you get it from?

I got that gold records, double XL

You want my water gun

Can I wear it out, it out?

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

Bring more shots and get you back to the house

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

Hey, hey

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

And she wanna see me stand up

Your girl, she wanna get stuck

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

And show her how it feel again

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

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

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

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Singa, singa, singa (Yeah, yeah)

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

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

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

Singa, singa, singa

(You better sit your ass down, you better)

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

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

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

Singa, singa, singa

(Sit your ass down)

Singa

(Get it, yeah)

She don't want no rapper, want a—

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

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

Endos, nah, I don't blow no trees

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

She wanna roll with a star

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

'Cause I already know when I can win that heart

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

Or, never no trampoline

'Cause all the good girls comin' come with me

Hold up, wait, stop

Ayy, I like your face

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

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

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

When singers come around, we shut 'em down

That's just the way it goes

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

She don't want no rapper, want a singa

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Singa, singa, singa

She don't want no rapper, want a singa

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

(Sit your ass down, sit your ass down)

Singa, singa, singa

(Sit your ass down)

She don't want no rapper, want a singa

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

(Sit your ass down, sit your ass down)

Singa, singa, singa

(Sit your ass down)

Singa

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

 MLK, fatality

Sensei, yeah, ooh, ooh, sensei, yeah

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

Yeah, sensei, yeah, ooh, ooh, sensei

Sensei, yeah, ooh, I'm your sensei

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your mistake, judge made a big mistake (mistake)

Bitch, I'm your

Sensei, yeah, ooh, ooh, sensei, yeah

Sensei, yeah, ooh, I'm your sensei

Yeah, sensei, yeah, ooh, ooh, sensei

Sensei, yeah, ooh, I'm your sensei

Hustle Gang nigga

Kinky shit, shit, yeah, yeah

All the way in Barbados

Ho we lit, uh huh, yeah

Got 5 or 6 in my pay roll, check it

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

150 with me, ain't no debit

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

Never seen the crib, we just hotel it

If I tell her come in the slow store

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

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

A mandatory demonstration for a violation

Consequences, teach lessons

Pray the strip dancer, God keep blessin'

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

Sensei, yeah, ooh, ooh, sensei, yeah

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

Yeah, sensei, yeah, ooh, ooh, sensei

Sensei, yeah, ooh, I'm your sensei

I got something that I need to show, babe

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

Just follow my lead

Let me bend that ass-

Hustle Gang nigga

Sedated lyrics - Chris Brown

 Baby, you got my head up under water

Holding my breath, it's getting harder to do

28 hours I been waiting for you

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

Got me feeling crazy, I'm a little hazy

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

Every time you walk away

You-you-you know what to do

One more night and I'll have to be sedated

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

You-you-you know what to do

One more night and I'll have to be sedated

Girl, I'm faded, sedated

Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh, sedated

Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh

Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh, sedated

Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh

Got me on my knees like you're my religion

Can trust me, I need supervision (Yeah)

Ain't no controlling what I'm feeling

Controlling what I'm feeling, feeling

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

Got me feeling crazy, I'm a little hazy

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

Every time you walk away

You-You-You know what to do

One more night and I'll have to be sedated

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

You-you-you know what to do

One more night and I'll have to be sedated

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

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

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

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

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

Girl, sedated

Sedated

Sedated

I'll have to be sedated

Sedated

Sedated

Sedated

Sedated

You-you-you know what to do

One more night and I'll have to be sedated

Girl, I'm faded

You-you-you know what to do

One more night and I'll have to be sedated

Girl, I'm faded, sedated

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

Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh (Ooh)

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

Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh (Ooh)

Say To Me lyrics - Chris Brown

 Hahaha

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

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

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

A freaky little thing, she givin' me brain

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

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

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

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

A nigga never be a doorknob

Too busy livin' that fast life, that cash life

I see them lights in the donut

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

P-P-Panties go with it (Down)

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

Had to come get her (Down)

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

White on white (White on white)

Le-Leave all them pussy niggas outside

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

All this money I'm makin'

It makes the niggas offended (Yeah!)

I put my bitches in Bentleys

And bought they mamas a kidney now

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

Really, nigga, what can you say to me?

Look, ow!

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

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

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

Play with my dick, she for me, for me

Can't trace this shit, that funny money

My interior [?] and I am her receiver

She throw it back, I try to catch that shit

I slide down and I eat her

Baby should be riped up

But she striped up like Adidas

Three niggas in one week

I fuck her, but I don't keep her

All this money I'm makin'

It makes the niggas offended

I put my bitches in Bentleys

And bought they mamas a kidney now

So what the fuck can you say to me?

Really, nigga, what can you say to me?

Ow!

Say Something lyrics - Chris Brown

 This shit was all I know

Lovin' the ladies

So many of 'em go

And it's drivin' me crazy

I can work it out

And we pop champagne

Every single night it's the same damn thang

There you go girl, do your thang

Yeah!

I just want you to say something, ladies

Say, say something ladies

Say hey!

I just want you to say something, ladies

Say, say something, ladies

Say hey!

I just want you to say something, ladies

Say, say something, ladies

Say hey!

I just want you to say something, ladies

Say something, ladies

(Yeah yeah yeah yeah)

Damn, the club is full, actin' a fool

I'm wild'n out

Girls on me, I don't even to know

What they're really talkin' 'bout

After the club, find one girl

To bring back to the house

We sweatin', I'm sexin' her

Tongue in her mouth yeah, yeah

She shakes and moans

She holds me close

She takes the most of me

All of me

This shit was all I know

Lovin' the ladies

So many of 'em go

And it's drivin' me crazy

I can work it out

And we pop champagne

Every single night it's the same damn thang

There you go girl, do your thang

Yeah!

I just want you to say something, ladies

Say, say something ladies

Say hey!

I just want you to say something, ladies

Say, say something, ladies

Say hey!

I just want you to say something, ladies

Say, say something, ladies

Say hey!

I just want you to say something, ladies

Say, say something, girl

(Yo, yo)

Now Yolanda and Shevanda

Dem a try an a get close-aa

Dem man a gona, no wonda

Am I sayin' this ova-aa?

When me come in the place let me see you shoutta

So much green, call me mister dolla

When me see dem girls give me a holla

Dem chocolate delight

How she grindin', tryna keep me out

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

How she winin' and she back it up

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

Hey you girl, you a pretty brownin'

Call you my little brown skin

Hey you girl, see you makin' me sing

Sing like ding-a-ling-ling

Cause what?

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

Call you my little brown skin

And all my ladies say "Ow, ow!"

All my ladies say "Ow, ow!"

All my ladies say "Ow!"

Yo, yo (yo, yo)

This shit was all I know

Lovin' the ladies

So many of 'em go

And it's drivin' me crazy

I can work it out

And we pop champagne

Every single night it's the same damn thang

There you go girl, do your thang

Yeah!

I just want you to say something, ladies

Say, say something ladies

Say hey!

I just want you to say something, ladies

Say, yeah, yeah, yeah!

Say hey!

I just want you to say something, ladies

Girl, say

Say hey!

I just want you to say something, ladies

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

 Girl, this love's amazing

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

Pretty young thing, can you be mine, babe?

You wanna smoke with me, get faded

Fuck slowing down

Pick it up, pick it up, roll

In my bed, it's going down

Can I get you all alone?

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

'Cause I'm 'bout that life

Want all night, that'll change your life

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

(Ha ha, leggo!)

And you my lucky number

(Look, look)

I'ma roll the dice

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

Throwin' this money and makin' her dance

My clothes different, I smoke different

That top flight, that Peter Pan

But I gotta bigger booty in my face right now

Big tig ol' bitties and her waist slimmed down

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

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

Lay down, lay down backwards

Lick it, write my name in cursive

This spell out some bad words

Own it like I own it

She hop it on it, ride it backwards

Girl, don't stop doin' that damn thing

Throwin' all these dead presidents

'Cause that pussy is my campaign

Vote for it, vote for it, that yaya

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

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

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

10 car garages, let's have a ménage

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

I started makin' it rain

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

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

Blowin' four Os, that's an Audi

R8, no license plates

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

I guess that means that I'm before my time

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

Girl, this love's amazing

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

Pretty young thing, can you be mine, babe?

You wanna smoke with me, get faded

Fuck slowing down

Pick it up, pick it up, roll

In my bed, it's going down

Can I get you all alone?

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

'Cause I'm 'bout that life

Want all night, that'll change your life

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

(Yeah, yeah)

And you my lucky number

I'ma roll the dice

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

A nigga dabbled in crack in the eighties (Eighties)

Callin' out all the single, pretty ladies

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

Oh, I think it's you (You)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But I need you (Oh)

What you doing? You doing the same shit

You're just taking the heart that I gave you

And you breaking the home that I made for you

And you say that I'm paranoid

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

Trippin', 'cause I

Fallen, I'm headed fast

About to crash for your love

But there's no love with no trust

Got me thinking my mind is playing tricks on me

Trying not to believe what I see

But these thoughts in my head

It's telling me that you been cheating

Late at night, creeping on the low

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

Ain't findin' the knowledge to settle in

On somewhere else, way back

'Cause I caught you red handed, red handed

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

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

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

She said, "Why you acting crazy?"

Why I'm acting crazy?

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

She said, "Baby, stop tripping

I was talking to my girls"

"Then why them numbers show up blocked, babe?

Guess she must have changed it

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

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

Falling, I'm headed fast

About to crash for your love

But there's no love with no trust

Got me thinking my mind is playing tricks on me

Trying not to believe what I see

(Start to believe)

But these thoughts in my head

It's telling me that you been cheating

Late at night, creeping on the low (Whoa)

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

You're not the criminal

Feel like you wanna lose

Running with my heart

But I'm not catching you

In the back of my head, always knew the truth

But it hurts, it still hurts

I gave you everything, look what I get back

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

But I can't

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

Got me thinking my mind is playing tricks on me

Trying not to believe what I see

But these thoughts in my head

It's telling me that you been cheating

Late at night, creeping on the low

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

Ain't findin' the knowledge to settle in

On somewhere else, way back

'Cause I caught you red handed, red handed

Real Or Fake lyrics - Chris Brown

 Now that you're here, baby

(Now that you're here)

I don't ever want, don't ever want to be without you

(I don't wanna be without you)

No, babe

(I can barely breathe without you)

And I know that it's clear, baby (Know that it's clear)

'Cause I get that feeling that I only get when I'm around you

(Only with you, that's how I know that it's real)

Nobody else, that's why I know it's real

That's how I know we gon' make it

Can't turn my back 'cause you're my baby

Sometimes I admit I do get hurt

But the question I ask then is

Do I really love you? (Yes)

Do I think our love is gonna pass the test? (Yes)

And honestly, I do

I do

Some things last forever

But we know that's not always true

Just how I will always be here for you, you

I got a bag full of goodies, goodies (I got a bag, baby)

And I can't feel my face, yeah

Is it real or fake? (Oh, oh)

Real or fake? Real or fake?

Oh, this love thing, yeah, yeah (Ha ha)

And you don't know what you be doing to me

Girl, your love's got me high

Is it real or fake?

This love thing

Baby, I just wanna hold you

Wanna hold you (Wanna hold you), kiss you, and squeeze you

Is it real or fake?

Your booty, this love thing

And baby girl, I need you

I need you, I need you

Ha ha, and I don't wanna wait

For this love thing

Baby, I just wanna hold you (Hold you)

Put all of my loving all on ya (On ya)

Let me show you how it really is (Baby, let me show you)

This love thing (Let me show you)

And boy, you know I'm repping Houston (Houston)

So baby, you know I can turn up on ya

Show you how real this could really get

This love thing

Some things last forever

But we know that's not always true

Just how I will always be here for you, you

I got a bag full of goodies, goodies (I got a bag, baby)

And I can't feel my face, yeah, oh, oh

Is it real or fake?

Oh, this love thing, yeah, yeah (Ha ha)

And you don't know what you be doing to me

Girl, your love's got me high

Is it real or fake?

This love thing

Baby, I just wanna hold you

Wanna hold you (Wanna hold you), kiss you, and squeeze you

Is it real or fake?

Your booty, this love thing

And baby girl, I need you

I need you, I need you (Yeah)

Ha ha, and I don't wanna wait

For this love thing

Oh, is it real—

I got a bag full of goodies, goodies (I got a bag, baby)

And I can't feel my face, yeah, oh, oh

Is it real or fake?

Oh, this love thing, yeah, yeah (Ha ha)

And you don't know what you be doing to me

Girl, your love's got me high

Is it real or fake?

This love thing

Baby, I just wanna hold you

Wanna hold you, kiss you, and squeeze you

Is it real or fake?

Your booty, this love thing

And baby girl, I need you

I need you, I need you

Ha ha, and I don't wanna wait

For this love thing

Oh, is it real or fake?

Rain Down lyrics - OG Parker, Chris Brown & PnB Rock (feat. Latto & Layton Greene)

 OG Parker

[Chris Brown:]

So just lay it down for me

Stay down for me

Lay down on me drowning in your water

Let it rain down on me

Stay down for me

Lay it down for me

Drowning in your water

Let it

[Mulatto:]

Who you know goin' to take it like me

Trap nigga fuck em to that Al Green

Pussy water he go under submarine

Make em buss he gon' empty a magazine

Freak a Leek Brand new birkin pussy pink

Ride the wood like a roller rink

But I love it when a nigga take control of me

Love you good, fuck you right

Type a bitch he wanna wife

Piss you off then take the pipe

It's better when we fuss and fight

Rap like I know what to do

Keep it wet this pussy cool

Love when I'm on top of you

I ride like I got something to prove

I make it rain like quez, strap, and Ali

The better the back of the seats

The head in traffic for me, I got him weak in the knees SWV

If you know what I mean

He come out them chrome heart jeans

Put it in my spleen

Now tell him to rain on me

[Chris Brown:]

So just lay it down for me

Stay down for me

Lay down on me drowning in your water

Let it rain down on me

Stay down for me

Lay it down for me

Drowning in your water

Let it

[PnB Rock:]

Oh yeah

Come let it rain on me

I'll put you straight to sleep

Shawty don't play with me

'Cuz I'm in love with your body

Come and ride me like a Masi'

Top down I'm on Collins

She look like she work at Follies

All up in my face

Buss it like AK

Grabbin on your waist

Love the way you taste

Damn, you so wavy

All these other hoes fugazi

Pussy might might drive me crazy

Fuck around get you pregnant

By now, I know

I could book your flight now

Rollie with the ice now

Know you want these lights out

Just know you can get it

Every time I'm in it

Just bring your body over here and

[Chris Brown:]

So just lay it down for me

Stay down for me

Lay down on me drowning in your water

Let it rain down on me

Stay down for me

Lay it down for me

Drowning in your water

Let it

[Layton Greene:]

Be careful, don't drown

If you diving deep, you'll be soakin'

When you open the box

Just leave it buss down like a Rollie

Put you in the mirror

Pullin my ass down to your head

You good but say you could get better

Wet but it still could get wetter

We just getting started

Boy go long, don't finish

Now baby stay focused

I need all of your attention

Is it hot in here?

Or is it me?

I feel the temperature is rising

I'm still on one

This X rated for your eyes only

Your loves an anchor the way you come droppin it down in my sea

Bae take a second won't you come on supreme, yeah yeah

Pyramids lyrics - Chris Brown

 Hahaha

I can't make you love me

Oh, baby, my queen

Your love is royalty (Oh)

I can't make you fall for me

Ooh, baby, my queen

Your love is royalty

Oh, no

And I will set your tempo, baby

If it's okay, if it's okay

And I wanna go and spend away, wherever you are, baby

Wherever you might be

I'm here as your servant

Ooh, my majesty

I'm doin' whatever you ask of me

This don't need explainin' (No)

This thing here, God made it (Ooh)

Like the pyramids, like the pyramids (No)

This don't need explainin'

This thing here, God made it (Oh)

'Cause only you can guide my path when I'm running 'round like a fool

The stars align with the pyramids

Every king needs lovin' (Ooh)

Oh, baby, my queen

Your love is royalty (Oh na-na)

You're the one I wanted (Oh, baby)

Oh, baby, my queen (Queen)

Your love is royalty (Yeah)

And I will set your tempo, baby

If it's okay, if it's okay

And I wanna go and spend away, wherever you are, baby

Wherever you might be

I'm here as your servant (Oh, girl)

Ooh, my majesty (Ooh)

I'm doin' whatever you ask of me (You, hey, oh!)

This don't need explainin' (Oh, no-no)

This thing here, God made it (God made it)

Like the pyramids, like the pyramids (Oh)

This don't need explainin'

This thing here, God made it (Oh)

'Cause only you can guide my path when I'm running 'round like a fool

The stars align with the pyramids

This don't need explainin' (Ooh)

This thing here, God made it (Ooh)

Like the pyramids, like the pyramids (No)

This don't need explainin'

This thing here, God made it

'Cause only you can guide my path when I'm running 'round like a fool

The stars align with the pyramids

Put In Work lyrics - Jacquees & Chris Brown

 (XL Eagle made it)

(OG Parker)

She got humps in her bump

Dunk in her trunk

Back that ass up

Feel up on it like, beep, beep

Girl, take it out, go a little bit harder

Fucking with the lights off, leaving on the TV

Gettin' me started

Lickin' on your body

Tellin' me not to say nothin' when you wanna see me

Oh, I, oh, I (My lips are sealed)

Baby, you gotta put in work

Gotta put in work, work, work

If you want me to put you first, yeah (First)

Put that pussy on me, what I deserve

You gotta put in work

Panties on the floor

We don't need clothes

Can I get a repeat of the show?

Young Jacquees, in your sheets

Pop in and see me, ride it slow

No 9 to 5, but you put in work

Ooh, let me put it in drive

All gas when I'm in it, skrrt (Skrrt)

Ignore your phone

Tell your friends, "Call back"

When you leave to go home

Turn around, come back

Silk sheets on the bed

I know you just got your hair done and it's late

Don't be scared

I'll get it re-done, lil' bae, you know I'm paid

You come first, yeah

And that's for sex and life

Whatever works, yeah

I'll rip your bra off

You rip off my shirt, yeah

You mine as soon as you step on my turf

I beat it like it's percussion, come let me put in work (Put in work)

She got humps in her bump

Dunk in her trunk

Back that ass up

Feel up on it like, beep, beep

Girl, take it out, go a little bit harder

Fucking with the lights off, leaving on the TV

Gettin' me started

Lickin' on your body (Oh)

Tellin' me to say nothin' when you wanna see me (See me)

Oh, I, oh, I (My lips are sealed)

Baby, you gotta put in work (Put in work)

Put in work, work, work

If you want me to put you first, yeah (Put you first, yeah)

Put that pussy on me, what I deserve

You gotta put in work

You keep calling me over

Hope you not with the games, cut you off inside

Late nights I'm never sober, yeah

On my car call an Uber, I don't wanna drive

Yeah, I've been ODin'

Your body's is what I'm missin'

You're bad and you know it

And I'ma need you to show it, show it

Show it, show it, show

Are you ready for me now?

And ride around on this merry-go-round

Baby, let's make it official, she got

She got humps in her bump

Dunk in her trunk

Back that ass up

Feel up on it like, beep, beep

Girl, take it out, go a little bit harder

Fucking with the lights out, leaving on the TV

Gettin' me started

Lickin' on your body

Tellin' me not to say something when you want to see me

Oh I, oh, I (My lips are sealed)

Baby, you gotta put in work

Put in work, work, work

If you want me to put you first, yeah (First)

Put that pussy on me, what I deserve

You gotta put in work

Oh, put in work for me

I want it

Baby, do your thing

Put in work for me all night

I wanna feel it slowly

Ah, ah, baby

Ah, ah, baby

You gotta put in work

Parachute lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Sevyn Streeter)

 The force of gravity is grabbing me tonight

So I-I'm feeling there's no ceiling only sky-y-y

When you look me in the eye

When you're high, my fears are fading

Your atmosphere, you're making me clear (Whoa)

Do or die, but I'll be brave

As long as you're here

As long as you're here

Don't even care if I'm falling down

I won't hit the ground, I got you

We in the air like a fucking cloud

But I'm safe and sound, here with you

Baby, you're like a parachute, parachute

Your love is always coming through, coming through

So I don't care if I'm falling down, I won't hit the ground

You're my, you're my parachute

Take me up so high, so I can feel the sky

Your presence is a present tonight

And girl, you make me believe I can fly

When you're high my fears are fading (Yeah)

Your atmosphere, you're making me clear (Whoa)

Do or die, but I'll be breathing

In my feelings is how I'm feeling

Crazy 'bout you

I don't even care if I'm falling down

I won't hit the ground, baby, I got you

We in the air like a fucking cloud

But I'm safe and sound here with you

Baby, you're like a parachute, parachute

Your love is always coming through, coming through

So I don't care if I'm falling down, I won't hit the ground

You're my, you're my parachute

No, it ain't fair

You should be here, baby, right here

The way you love me, it ain't fair

No, oh-oh

You're my, you're my parachute

I fell in love in a party

My hands all over her body

Follow wherever she go

Bad man take you down low

And you put the edge on me, baby

Whine when you sexin' me crazy

I love her wherever she go

Bad man take you down low

Don't even care if I'm falling down

I won't hit the ground, I got you

We in the air like a fucking cloud

But I'm safe and sound here with you

Baby, you're like a parachute, parachute

Your love is always coming through, coming through

So I don't care if I'm falling down, I won't hit the

Painless lyrics - Chris Brown

 You're the definition of perfection, quality, satisfaction

I guarantee I'm qualified

For your love, I'm ready, for your love

All it takes is one heartbeat for your heart

Painless, painless

And all I need is TNT to start the spark

Blow it up, now you're in shock

Girl, you know you got that bomb shit, and I want it

Girl, you know I got them explosives

Kissing and touching and freaking and loving your body all night long

That's the way I go, that's the way I go in, go in, in

This is the part when I steal your heart

And never give it back, back, back, back

This is my one chance to show you

That this is where it's at, at, at, at

You're the definition of perfection, quality, satisfaction

I guarantee I'm qualified

For your love, I'm ready, for your love

All it takes is one heartbeat for your heart

Painless, painless

And all I need is TNT to start the spark

Blow it up, now you're in shock

Girl, you know you're supernova (You're an angel)

Brighter and brighter, you're a star, babe

Your halo is your crown

Let your love come down

Higher and higher, baby, don't fly away

Please stay under the clouds

You're the definition of perfection, quality, satisfaction

I guarantee I'm qualified

For your love, I'm ready, for your love

All it takes is one heartbeat for your heart

Painless, painless

And all I need is TNT to start the spark

Blow it up, now you're in shock

Nostálgico lyrics - Chris Brown

 Eh, eh, eh eh

El Rvssian

Eh, eh, eh eh

Aquella noche que volviste

Llorando me convenciste

Que tú no quería' hacerme daño

Hicimo' el amor en el baño

Tu mirada no es confiable

Como Tokio es inestable

Sin importar el daño que has causado

Te quiero pa'trá' y eso e' malo

Malo, malo, pero malo

Te quiero pa'trá' y eso e' malo

Malo, malo, pero malo

Estar cerca de ti, pa' mí eso e' malo, pa' mí eso e' malo

I'm tryin' to keep you up

Goin' deep in with me for no reason

I'm drunk, got me flawed

Like your Chanel bag in my Porsche

I should've dropped you off

Memories we repeat every weekend li-like this before

You do me when you get bored

It ain't no problem, it's cool to do it in the night

Long as you keep cumin' and I'm fuckin' you right

Don't mind me, amor

Another chance for me to give you what's yours

And I know that it's lit

When I let you pull me right back

'Cause you never promised tomorrow

You give me your love, but it's borrowed

Lay you down, never get off your past

Only one that can do me like that

How you comin' and goin' as I go

You rub on my body, but I know, ooh

Malo, malo, pero malo

Te quiero pa'trá y eso e' malo

Malo, malo, pero malo

Estar cerca de ti, pa' mí eso e' malo, pa' mí eso e' malo

Baby, se acabó

Te corté de raí', ahora donde ponerte he sido yo

Que se muera mi flor, difícil me la puso

Acabo de ver en mi carro que su cartera se quedó

A propósito la dejó

Siempre pone una excusa pa' volverme a ver

Despué' que peleamo', me lo quiere hacer

Con solo un beso se me olvidó

Todo lo que ella me hizo, ey

Aquella noche que volviste

Llorando me convenciste

Que tú no quería' hacerme daño

Hicimo' el amor en el baño

Tu mirada no es confiable

Como Tokio es inestable

Sin importar el daño que has causado

Te quiero pa'trá' y eso e' malo

Malo, malo, pero malo

Te quiero pa'trá y eso e' malo

Malo, malo, pero malo

Estar cerca de ti, pa' mí eso e' malo, pa' mí eso e' malo

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Ra-Rauw, yeah

Rauw Alejandro, Chris Brown

Con Rvssian, eh

Con Rvssian, eh, eh

Dímelo, Rvssian

No Time Like Christmas lyrics - Chris Brown

 Merry Christmas

Wrappin' all my love in a box, mm (Yeah)

Your name's written at the top

How I want to feel you come closer, girl, don't stop (Stop), mm

I know you wanna get your gift (Gift)

I'm crossin' off your Christmas list

Open up (Up), take it out (Up)

Anywhere you want, I'll take you down (Down)

Know you wanna be classy

But, girl, it's me, we ain't gotta wait around (No, woah)

Let me stand by you (By you) through thick and thin

Only thing I wanna see is you to win (Yeah-yeah-yeah)

I know you know (Know)

There's no place like home (Ain't no place like home)

No time like Christmas time, lovin' you right (Baby, baby)

No place like home (Ain't no place like home, yeah)

No time like layin' up with the one that you love (Baby, baby)

There's no time like Christmas (Yeah)

How you want it, mama? I got several options made for two (Made)

Dinner's on the table, I'm so thankful I was made for you (Yeah)

Could've left me on read, but you liked it

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, she likes it

Baby, just

Open up (Open up, oh), take it out

Anywhere you want, I'll take you down (You down)

Know you wanna be classy

But, girl, it's me, we ain't gotta wait around

Let me stand by you (Let me) through thick and thin

Only thing I wanna see is you to win (Yeah-yeah-yeah)

I know you know (Know)

There's no place like home (There's no place like home)

No time like Christmas time (Ooh), lovin' you right (Baby, baby)

No place like home (Ain't no place like home, yeah)

No time like layin' up with the one that you love (Baby, baby, love, love)

There's no place like home (There's no place like home)

No time like Christmas time (Yeah), lovin' you right (Yeah-yeah, baby, baby)

No place like home (Ain't no place like home, yeah)

No time like layin' up with the one that you love (No, baby, baby)

There's no time like Christmas

Oh-oh

Oh-oh

Ooh-ooh

No time

There's no time like Christmas

No time like

No time like

Nightmare lyrics - Chris Brown

 Broken glass everywhere

One second feels like a lifetime

No one around, but you were there

Play it back in my mind

I should stop, hold up

I feel like I'm going crazy

No one cares, I'm all alone

And no one there to save me

Take from my heart just like you take from my soul

I wanna erase from my mind but I can't let go (Go, go, yeah)

Eyes open wide, feel like I'm gonna die (Oh-oh)

And I just wanna get out, I'm scared right now

Pinching myself tryna get up

I don't wanna sleep no more

'Cause every time I close my eyes, all I see is you

I don't wanna dream about it

I don't wanna dream about it

I don't wanna sleep no more

When I hear you call, I wanna wake up

I don't wanna dream about it

I don't wanna dream about it

You're a nightmare

Lookin' in the mirror

Got a funny feelin'

Déjà vu, like I been here before

And yeah, it's all gettin' clearer

Ever had a feelin' like it's something that they needed you to know? Oh

It's hauntin' me

Must feel alone tonight

My body is shakin'

And I'm scared for my life

Take from my heart just like you take from my soul

I wanna erase from my mind but I can't let go (Go, go, yeah)

Eyes open wide, feel like I'm gonna die (Oh-oh)

And I just wanna get out, I'm scared right now

Pinching myself tryna get up

I don't wanna sleep no more

'Cause every time I close my eyes, all I see is you

I don't wanna dream about it

I don't wanna dream about it

I don't wanna sleep no more

When I hear you call, I wanna wake up

I don't wanna dream about it

I don't wanna dream about it

You're a nightmare

I don't wanna sleep no more

'Cause every time I close my eyes, all I see is you

I don't wanna dream about it

I don't wanna dream about it

I don't wanna sleep no more

When I hear you call, I wanna wake up

I don't wanna dream about it

I don't wanna dream about it

You're a nightmare

Nasty lyrics - Tyga & Chris Brown

 Yeah

She gon' get nasty, yeah

Bad lil' baby gon' shake some (shake some)

Whole lotta money, you can make some (make some)

Go n' throw it back, don't break none, yeah, yeah

She gon' get nasty, yeah

Broke ass nigga, girl, I ain't one (ain't one)

Whole lotta money, you can make some (make some)

Your hatin' ass nigga wanna say some'

She gon' do it on a handstand, do it on a dick

Do it 'cause you know you need that money for the friend

Do it 'cause you hoping this gon' put you on a jet

Do it 'cause you know I get that good pussy wet

We live

Go and shake that shit like it's VLive

Instagram with it, baby, we live

Do whatever for the cat, love the feline (yeah)

Bring that ass back like it's rewind (yeah)

Bring it back (oh), bring it back (oh)

I ain't know you do it like that (like that)

Go ahead, get into it like that (like that)

Throw that ass and I'm throwin' money back

Yeah, yeah

Yeah

Bring it back (oh), back (oh)

Tryna throw a nigga off track (off track)

Love it when you do it like that (like that)

Tell the DJ gotta run it back (yeah)

She gon' get nasty, yeah

Bad lil' baby gon' shake some (shake some)

Whole lotta money, you can make some (make some)

Go n' throw it back, don't break none, yeah, yeah

She gon' get nasty, yeah

Broke ass nigga, girl, I ain't one (ain't one)

Whole lotta money, you can make some (make some)

Your hatin' ass nigga wanna say some'

But you gon' get nasty, yeah

Nasty, nasty (ohh)

Nasty

She gon' get nasty, yeah

Nasty, nasty (ohh)

Nasty

She gon' get nasty, yeah

Nasty, nasty

Nasty

She gon' get nasty, yeah

Nasty, nasty (ohhh)

Nasty

She like it when I dive in

Pullin' on her hair, I'mma show you what the vibe is, yeah

I've been tryna get naughty

Girl, I'm sorry not sorry

You should get freaky for me

Throw it in reverse, make it easy for me

Show a little skin, got you leakin' for me

Make it easy for me

If I tell you shawty got a 10/10 body you believe me, don't you?

Shawty was down for the hell of it

I got a few more girls, would you let them in?

All I see is baddies (you, you)

A couple dimes with the fannies, yeah

Yeah shawty throw it down, would you represent?

Bad bitch, she the president (yeah)

And when we done we gon' do it all over again

Yeah

She gon' get nasty, yeah

Bad lil' baby gon' shake some (shake some)

Whole lotta money, you can make some (make some)

Go n' throw it back, don't break none, yeah, yeah

She gon' get nasty, yeah

Broke ass nigga, girl, I ain't one (ain't one)

Whole lotta money, you can make some (make some)

Your hatin' ass nigga wanna say some'

But you gon' get nasty, yeah

Nasty, nasty (ohhh)

Nasty (ohh)

She gon' get nasty, yeah

Nasty, nasty (ohh)

Nasty (for me)

She gon' get nasty, yeah

Nasty, nasty

Nasty (ohh)

She gon' get nasty, yeah

Nasty, nasty (ohh)

Nasty

Oh-oh

Nasty, nasty for me

She gon' get nasty, yeah

Oh, ooh-oh, ooh-oh, oh

Nasty

Miracle lyrics - Chris Brown

 A father, funny thing to call me

Or papa, tell me a story now

Never thought I'd be a daddy

This is crazy now

Nine months are right around the corner

Mommy's moody, she don't wanna be bothered

She's growing, her belly's getting bigger

I'm knowing that we're really getting closer

Someone who's just a boy can't understand

But here's my chance to be a man for her

It's your smile that brings me to tears

My hand feeling your kick now

You're my gift

I just wanna show you to the world

My miracle, my miracle, my miracle, oh, oh

My miracle, my miracle, my miracle, oh, oh

So amazing, my baby

My baby girl

I'm smarter now that I got a daughter

Not caught up, not worried 'bout the things that they say

'Cause I've learned just how to treat a woman

From her, there's a lot of things I didn't know

Like how beautiful you are when you sleeping

Girl, I'ma always be there when you need me

You're my lucky charm, I keep you far from harm

Baby, I won't let you go, oh

Someone who's just a boy can't understand (Woah)

But here's my chance to be a man for her, yeah

It's your smile that brings me to tears (Oh)

My hand feeling your kick now (Kick now)

You're my gift (Oh)

I just wanna show you to the world

My miracle, my miracle, my miracle, oh, oh

My miracle, my miracle, my miracle, oh, oh

So amazing (So amazing), my baby

My baby girl

Don't you cry

And you know I'm gonna hug ya

And you know I'm gonna love ya

I'ma give you the world, baby

I don't want nothin' from you

I won't place none about you

For eternity

Give all I give 'cause I

Man, you really mean that much to me

You are my baby girl

So I'ma take care of you

Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh

(You're my baby)

It's your smile that brings me to tears

My hand feeling your kick now

You're my gift

I just wanna show you to the world

My miracle, my miracle, my miracle, oh, oh

My miracle, my miracle, my miracle, oh, oh

So amazing, my baby

My baby girl

Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh

My baby girl

Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh

My baby girl

Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh

My baby girl

Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh

My baby girl

Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh

My baby girl

Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh

My baby girl

Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh

My baby girl

Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh

My baby girl

Make It Loud lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Kevin McCall)

 This is not your average rodeo (Ayy)

Baby, if you tryna ride with me

A chin reaction like dominoes (Ayy)

And all my ladies scream for me

And make it loud

Make it loud

A little louder

A little louder (Ooh-ooh)

(Ha! JB, leggo)

Ooh, make it loud

I be Mr. Who You Wanna Be

Don't hate me 'cause I'm doin' me, you won't wanna be

Anywhere I go, girl, you should follow me

And I don't mean Twitter, just come follow and me

Bottles of that Kool-Aid, drink some

Already know I'm your favorite flavor, but pick one

Already got them girls screaming, "Where he came from?"

Get it up while I'm feeling like an alien

Wake up in the morning and I'm looking for my clothes

Couldn't tell the time 'cause my wrist stay froze

Stayed at my girl crib, snuck out the back door

Speedin' to the show, I'm cuttin' it close

Your boy's still young but you know that I'm a pro

I'm thankful for my fans, so I'm rockin' every show

Show, I'm in Mexico

I got 'em going crazy, ooh-ooh, loco

This is not your average rodeo (Ayy)

Baby, if you tryna ride with me

A chin reaction like dominoes (Ayy)

And all my ladies scream for me

And make it loud

Make it loud

A little louder

A little louder (Ooh-ooh)

Ooh, make it loud

I'm doin' a hunnid, I'm tryna peel out

I'm wilin' out, I need to slow down

Down the reg', all I see is you, oh

Come here, girl, I won't hurt you

Just throw my heart, I wanna search you

Can I pat you down?

Girl, your body's sayin'

Wake up in the morning and I'm looking for my clothes (Yeah)

Couldn't tell the time 'cause my wrist stay froze (Oh)

Stayed at my girl crib, snuck out the back door (Door)

Speedin' to the show, I'm cuttin' it close (Oh-oh)

Your boy's still young but you know that I'm a pro (Yeah)

I'm thankful for my fans, so I'm rockin' every show (Yeah)

Show, I'm in Mexico (Oh)

I got 'em going crazy, ooh-ooh, loco

This is not your average rodeo (Ayy)

Baby, if you tryna ride with me

A chin reaction like dominoes (Ayy)

And all my ladies scream for me

And make it loud

Make it loud

A little louder

A little louder (Ooh-ooh)

(Ha! JB, leggo)

Ooh, make it loud

I got 'em goin' crazy, hand on my antenna

Goin' ape shit, someone throw me a banana

Pose

Now watch me pose for the cameras

Click, click, click, watch 'em all go Adam Sandler

These girls go too loco, they won't let me on they campus

I guess their parents feel like I don't meet their standards

I felt too many co-ed parties, we in our pajamas

Vegas pool party, hunnid girls in my cabana

Hunnid on my neck, your house on my pinkie

All I see is green, dollar signs when I'm blinkin'

More bucks on the tour bus

Me and Bieber hit the Dougie, they cheer for us

This is not your average rodeo (Ayy)

Baby, if you tryna ride with me

A chin reaction like dominoes (Ayy)

And all my ladies scream for me

And make it loud

Make it loud

A little louder

A little louder (Ooh-ooh)

(Ha! JB, leggo)

Ooh, make it loud

Love You Better lyrics - King Combs & Chris Brown

 (I made it like that

I bought it like that

I'm living like that)

Tell me how to make things right, ooh

'Cause I just need you in my life (uh)

Girl, I love you better than yourself (yeah, yeah)

Better than you love yourself (yeah)

I just need your loving, baby (yeah)

Who gon' love you like I do? That's word (oh)

And all the times you confused, my words, you don't listen (oh)

You could've had Christian and Christian Dior (yeah)

Now you just miss and I'm missin' you more (oh, whoa)

But you knew that I'm the cool cat with the roof back (yeah)

Know I need you by my side, can't lose that (oh)

But you still wanna test the waters (yeah)

Like I never showed you jets and waters on the coast of Florida (yeah)

So why you wanna act like that? (Woo)

Like the nigga never had your back

His or hers to match

What's wrong, girl? Pick up the phone

Sayin', "You not home, nigga, leave me alone" (woo!)

But fuck it then, that's my word, I'll never love again

Same time wantin' you back, I'm a sucker then (ooh, baby)

Coulda gave you my last name, you on some other shit

All 'cause you thought I was laid up with some other chick

Ooh, baby, tell me, tell me

Tell me how to make things right (how to make things right)

'Cause I just need you in my life (I just need, I just need)

Girl, I love you better than yourself (I just need, I just need)

Better than you love yourself (better, ooh)

I just need your loving, baby

Girl, I know you want me

Stop playing this game with me

Girl, it's about that time

For you and I to get this right

Now lay your head on my bed

Me pushing your face in the pillow

You remind me of my Jeep

So hop on it and just ride with me (ow!)

Had me thinkin' everything was alright

Out of town I was bookin' your flights

Come and chill for a night

'Cause when we together we be wildin' (yeah)

Out of star island

On a yacht, playin' our favorite album (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (yeah)

And I know you still think about it (I know)

When the people doubted

I was the one that you stuck around with

Gettin' Fetty, baby, come my way

Love my songs, everyone I play, it's on my mind all day (yeah)

Late nights when I feel the pain

I messed up but I feel the same

Tell me who's to blame?

You just left like your Uber came

And you stressed, yeah, my mood just changed

I'm in the coupes and things

And you the only one that catch my eye

Matched my fly, chicks wave when I pass them by

But they don't catch my vibe like you do

My love is truthful without you girl, to be crucial (yeah)

Tell me, tell me how to make things right (tell me how)

'Cause I just need you in my life (oh, oh)

Girl, I love you better than yourself (oh, oh)

Better than you love yourself (oh, whoa)

I just need your loving, baby

You're the only one for me

You're the only one I need

Can't nobody make me feel the way you're making me feel, no, no

Better than you loved yourself

Better than you loved yourself

I just need your loving, baby

Like This lyrics - Chris Brown

 Only one conversation

Getting you to my place, yeah

And we can have a situation

All you gotta do is say, "Yeah"

But do you really wanna stop now?

You already let me see what it could be

And right now, I don't want you to go without me

It seems like every time

I tried to get through to you

Try to slip my way, baby

In my mind we get this right, and

You decide to stay

It wasn't supposed to end like this

We should keep dancing

I don't want to go home like this

Baby, give me this one last wish

Can you move your hips like this?

Do a little twist

Turn that thing around then dip

And then we in a zone like this

Keep it going like this, yeah

Look at us on the floor now

I'm digging everything, I like your smile

You only wanna stay a little while

But you ain't gotta go, no

DJ playing my song now

It's my turn to feel you out

'Cause baby, you know that

All I wanna do is just stay with you, babe

It seems like every time

I tried to get through to you

Try to slip my way, baby

In my mind we get this right, and

You decide to stay, oh-oh

It wasn't supposed to end like this (Yeah)

We should keep dancing (We should keep dancing)

I don't want to go home like this (No)

Baby, give me this one last wish

Can you move your hips like this? (Yeah)

Do a little twist (Yeah)

Turn that thing around then dip

And then we in a zone like this

Keep it going like this, yeah

Something about the way I get a rise when you next to me

I don't wanna be apart, yeah, yeah

Damn, I'm loving this spotlight

You're turning me on, on, on, oh, yeah

It wasn't supposed to end like this

We should keep dancing

I don't want to go home like this

Baby, give me this one last wish

It wasn't supposed to end like this

We should keep dancing

I don't want to go home like this

Baby, give me this one last wish

Can you move your hips like this?

Do a little twist

Turn that thing around then dip

And then we in a zone like this

Keep it going like this, yeah

Light It Up lyrics - Marshmello, Tyga & Chris Brown

 You a real bitch, light it up (Light it up)

You a real bitch, go 'n light it up (Light it up)

It's your birthday, go 'n light it up (Light it up)

I'm drunk and I'm throwin' middle fingers up

(Mello made it right)

Pass me the kush, we gon' light it up (Light it up)

I'm drunk and I'm throwin' middle fingers up (Fingers up)

Slide in my DM, you can hit me up (Hit me up)

She wanna be the one, she ain't the only one (No)

I got a bop in the trap, got a bop on my lap (Yeah)

Bitch, I'm a dog but I ain't got to chase the cat (Nah)

They pull up where I'm at, get the addy for their friends (Yeah)

I don't keep loose change and I don't top loose ends

If a nigga want beef, if a bitch want beef

We put it on the grill, serve that bitch to the street (Blah)

She call me Young Beckham, 'cause a nigga go deep (Yeah)

I live by the beat, I'ma kill what I eat (Ayy)

If you a real bitch, light it up (Light it up)

If you a real bitch, go 'n light it up (Light it up, light it up)

It's your birthday, go 'n light it up (Light it up, ayy)

I'm drunk and I'm throwin' middle fingers up (Fingers up, fingers)

Ooh, my niggas gon' light it up (Light it up, light it up)

If you a real nigga, go 'n light it up (Light it up)

It's your birthday, light it up (Light it up)

It's you a real bitch, go 'n light it up (Light it up)

She can get it running over me (Yeah)

She heard about me and she know I'm a freak (Ooh)

She can top, running over me (Over me, yeah)

Girl, you know ain't no controllin' me (No, no)

Close your mouth when I'm facing you (Yeah)

I don't chase (When I drink in it, straight up)

Tell your girl she can play with it (Ooh)

Light it up so we stay lit

We gon' keep it going like (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I know you see the smoke in the air, yeah, yeah

(You see that smoke, you see)

You might get up, Mami

Don't tell nobody

Don't mean to push up on you

Whiskey keeping you balanced

Throw that ass backward while that ass clapping

Ooh woah, light it up

If you a real bitch, light it up (Light it up)

If you a real bitch, go 'n light it up (Light it up, light it up)

It's your birthday, go 'n light it up (Light it up, ayy)

I'm drunk and I'm throwin' middle fingers up (Fingers up, fingers)

Ooh, my niggas gon' light it up (Light it up, light it up)

If you a real nigga, go 'n light it up (Light it up)

It's your birthday, light it up (Light it up)

It's you a real bitch, go 'n light it up (Light it up)

Yeah, Mello (You a real bitch, light it up)

T-raw, C-Breezy

If you a real bitch, go 'n light it up

You a real bitch, light it up

If you a real bitch, go 'n light it up

Last All Night lyrics - Chris Brown

 Oh, ooh, baby

Ooh, baby

Candlelight, get the mood right

Oh, baby, pick out your favorite wine

Let go, ain't no need to hide

I'm ready to tear it up

So baby, let me inside

And just look me in my eyes, oh whoa, oh whoa

Girl, I don't give a damn, ain't no other man taking my place

He can't hit your spot like I can, making your legs shake, oh

Licking your lips, girl, I love the way you taste

Yeah, you know I love that kinky shit

I'm all over your body

I'm tryna lay you on your stomach on that freaky shit

Be submissive, let me dive in

Yeah, she think I'm freaking on her, I'ma rub it in

Ooh baby, I'ma fuck it up

I see the moon, loving 'til the sun come up

It's too good, I'm trying not to bust a nut

Too fast, I'm tryna last

I can't even lie, lie, lie

It's too damn good, I can't handle it, babe

But I'ma try to last all night

Ooh whoa, I'ma try to last all night

It's alright, I hope I can last all night

I can't even lie, lie, lie (Ooh)

I can't even lie, lie, lie

I hope I can last all night

Yeah, if you knew right, you would do right

And just make love to me, only me

Don't give my love away, girl

It ain't for everybody 'cause you're mine

Baby, don't even get me started, that pussy mine, ooh Lordy, Lordy

Your hands in my pockets, huh

She know I'ma give her anything she ever wanted

Skrrt, skrrt, she driving

Key in her ignition, here's the real difference between bitches and women

Ooh, baby, know I love that

How you take that, how you throw it back

Baby, you know just what you're doing

I ain't stupid, yeah

I'ma try my best to last all night

Ooh whoa, I'ma try to last all night

It's alright, I hope I can last all night

I can't even lie, lie, lie (Ooh)

I can't even lie, lie, lie

I hope I can last all night

Lady In A Glass Dress (Extended Version) lyrics - Chris Brown

 Hey DJ

Lady in a glass dress, I can see right through you

You act like you don't want this, but you know that you do

Since he broke your heart, girl, you say you'll never love again

And you won't let it stop, girl, but we know in the end

You still dream, dream

You still dream, dream

Baby, I can make your dreams come true

Oh, oh, my lady in the glass dress, oh, oh

I'm telling you I want you but you're saying you don't care

Begging you to stay with me but you're staying right there

I

When will you try?

I swear you're being selfish, girl, you know that this ain't fair

Tell me that you wanna be alone when you go to bed tonight

You close your eyes

Girl, you still dream, dream

You still dream, dream

Baby, I can make your dreams come true

Oh, oh, lady in the glass dress

I see right through you

I see right through you

You still dream, dream

You still dream, dream

Baby, I can make your dreams come true

Oh, oh, my lady in the glass dress, oh, oh

La Da Di lyrics - Chris Brown

 All them, all them girls dancing

All them, all them girls dancing

All them, all them girls dancing

All them girls doing la da di, la da

La da di, la da

La da di, la da

La da di, la da

Pass the ball 'cause I'ma play

You like to pray, well, I'm the savior

I'm on a panty mission, so take them off

I got two girls, one cup full of alcohol

Oh, let's get it like

Pick it up (Move)

Whoa (Yeah)

Just drop (Groove)

And roll (Gone)

Go (Go)

Go (Go)

Go (Damn)

Ha! Here we go

All them, all them girls dancing

All them, all them girls dancing

All them, all them girls dancing

All them girls doing la da di, la da

La da di, la da

La da di, la da

La da di, la da

She puts her hands to ceiling just to catch a star

So if you lookin' for me, I'll be at the bar

Buyin' drinks, round after round

She's like a sink, the bottle, she guzzles it down

Pick it up (Move)

Whoa (Yeah)

Just drop (Groove)

And roll (Gone)

Go (Go)

Go (Go)

Go (Damn)

Wow

All them, all them girls dancing

All them, all them girls dancing

All them, all them girls dancing

All them girls doing la da di, la da

La da di, la da

La da di, la da

La da di, la da

Oh, oh

Oh, yeah

Oh, oh

Oh, yeah