[Hook: Chris Brown & (Tyga)]
Girl you know we got the time
Got that pussy on my mind
Later on, what are we doing?
I know you're ready, show that ass
Girl you looking so bad, getting horny watching you do it
Girl I wanna kiss it, while you kissin your girlfriends
I wanna see a whole lot of licking, that's a memory
(Yeah, bet I make that pussy remember me)
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
I be banging all on that beat
808, she got the bass when her booty shake
She got her friends with her and they a sight to see
All that ass, don't let it go to waste
All this Hennessy, the liquor, 'bout to penetrate
While I'm pushing Lamborghini's on the interstate
I long-dick her, I'ma go for hours
You minute-made like lemonade
I'm fresh as fuck in these Margielas
I skate past a nigga better than veterans
Bipolar cold, give me the medicine
My chain too bright, no Thomas Edison
When I pull it out, bitch nervous
Better ride this wave - bitch, surf it
Girl, you better keep them legs open
The only thing you close is these curtains
And she only got time for a nigga if I take her out to eat
A nigga really gotta motivate
Man, that's too much work for the pussy
I don't work for the pussy, nigga really don't communicate
I'd rather lick it like a dinner plate
I'd rather keep my money in a safe
Bitch, I ain't got time to play
I need it now, not a minute late
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Tyga]
Drive your head to a king, nigga
Dream house, my dream's bigger
Got a deck of cards if my heart switch up
Ace of spades, her eyes lit up
Diamonds glitter in my car, thriller
She pray for me, that's god willin
I'm hard to break my boss prison
Her new name : Ass-Zilla
She love a nigga and that pussy tight
Come thru, fuck you all night
Some foreplay, that's all right
But she rather do number 69
High notes, it's prime time
On a couch, hit it from behind
Hit you with that large stroke
Now she fiendin' for that good dope, yeah
That's my bae, she cook and clean and I got it made
Handcuff like she a slave, touch ya, let ya tongue taste
So high, no ceiling space
Numb to it, can't feel her face
Yeah, she numb to it, can't feel her face
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Blowing up my line on the cellular
She wanna lock a nigga down, on the regular
Talking crazy to me like she own the dick
But I don't trust her as far as I can throw the bitch
Momma told me to find a keeper
But I switch like designer sneakers
A girl with the finest features
Every nigga wanna talk to her
But I got her first, finders keepers
Violins in the back, is my theme music
Her ass on my mind, I dream booty
Any nigga tryna fuck my bitch
Then its off with his head, how kings do it
My rings ruby
Red bandana, I stay woopin'
Got too many cribs, I stay movin'
Three Lambos, I stay coupin'
Yeah, but you don't hear me though
Virginia to the Westside
My car foreign, the girl sit on the left side
Smokin' weed on the plane, that's the best high
She gotta sign the waiver 'fore I let her fly
It's helipads on the boat
Chilling in the South of France, Saint-Tropez, Nice, Monaco
But nothing compare to what's in my pants
Girl, stop playing!
[Hook]
I Bet lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga feat. 50 Cent)
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Shawty wanna leave with a nigga, I bet
Cause she wanna be on TV with a nigga, I bet
Bet you never thought that she would cheat on you, nigga, I bet
Don't be mad at me
I pull that chopper out and squeeze on you niggas
No sympathy for you niggas
[Verse 1 - Chris Brown:]
Ho, shut the fuck up, miss me with the bullshit
Balling like a bitch, all my niggas hood rich
Bring some bitches to the crib, show 'em what the wood is
Your bitch look like shanayay, nah-uh, oh my goodness
It's 500, that be the block
Then you see that ghetto bird when you hear the shots
Where the plug at? Tell him meet me at the docks
Sent the little homie through, it might be the cops
Hold up, I'm getting money, boy
Your girl want me cause I got them toys
Rari's and the Bentleys and the bender doors
Double decker buses and them private jets I spend it on
Painted on the Maserati, look like it been shitted on
Make her lift her skirt up, if she nervous I'm a pervert
I be in the pussy deep, a nigga fuckin' up her cervex
Leave the condoms on the bed, man, I do that shit on purpose
Cause I hope a nigga see it when he comin' home from work
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Tyga:]
I got a hundred on it
She ain't faithful to you, nigga
Word around town, you know thots get around
Nah, she testify, wouldn't trust her, homie
I gave her fuck what you know, makes no sense you, ho
Rolls gas pedals, Pockets on roseo
Rosetta, my stones ain't meant for the home, bitch
So comfortable, now get your ass off my couch, bitch
Bounce shit, mouse shit, put in your mouth shit
I've been playin' with the pussy, time to put that thing in
Bang it, I'm bangin', my binger off safety
I'm slayin', she chased it, she swallowed, she wasted
Fuckin' amazin', pump out that bass like freebasin'
It's a rough demonstration, the mileage, replace it
Come again, I replay it, speed it up, I'm speed racer
Bet if you catch her lyin' she gonna reverse it cause
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - 50 Cent:]
I bet your bitch’ll be ready when I say I’m finna leave
We only fuck with the foreigns, Ferrari horse on them keys
You be that nigga she call on when she need someone to love
I be that nigga, we just turn up, we just ball out n fuck
After the thuggin' I be nuttin' in her mouth like this
And you come home like, honey, I'm home, come and give me kiss
It's not a thing for me, really not a thing for me
We from different sets, why your bitch wanna bang with me?
All the time, all the time, I be on the grind
Hoes look at me, the dollar signs run across they mind
It's the paper, they know a nigga get it, get it
Shawty gone be with it, let a nigga get it, hold up in it
[Hook]
[Outro:]
Ya'll bitchass niggas got me fucked up. I'm not fuckin' yall niggas. I don't give a fuck who ya'll is. And I don't give a fuck if you Chris Brown or Tyga. And ya'll not giving me my coin. I wanna be on TV, I wanna be on Love and Hip Hop, on Hollywood and shit. Don't get it fucked up
Shawty wanna leave with a nigga, I bet
Cause she wanna be on TV with a nigga, I bet
Bet you never thought that she would cheat on you, nigga, I bet
Don't be mad at me
I pull that chopper out and squeeze on you niggas
No sympathy for you niggas
[Verse 1 - Chris Brown:]
Ho, shut the fuck up, miss me with the bullshit
Balling like a bitch, all my niggas hood rich
Bring some bitches to the crib, show 'em what the wood is
Your bitch look like shanayay, nah-uh, oh my goodness
It's 500, that be the block
Then you see that ghetto bird when you hear the shots
Where the plug at? Tell him meet me at the docks
Sent the little homie through, it might be the cops
Hold up, I'm getting money, boy
Your girl want me cause I got them toys
Rari's and the Bentleys and the bender doors
Double decker buses and them private jets I spend it on
Painted on the Maserati, look like it been shitted on
Make her lift her skirt up, if she nervous I'm a pervert
I be in the pussy deep, a nigga fuckin' up her cervex
Leave the condoms on the bed, man, I do that shit on purpose
Cause I hope a nigga see it when he comin' home from work
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Tyga:]
I got a hundred on it
She ain't faithful to you, nigga
Word around town, you know thots get around
Nah, she testify, wouldn't trust her, homie
I gave her fuck what you know, makes no sense you, ho
Rolls gas pedals, Pockets on roseo
Rosetta, my stones ain't meant for the home, bitch
So comfortable, now get your ass off my couch, bitch
Bounce shit, mouse shit, put in your mouth shit
I've been playin' with the pussy, time to put that thing in
Bang it, I'm bangin', my binger off safety
I'm slayin', she chased it, she swallowed, she wasted
Fuckin' amazin', pump out that bass like freebasin'
It's a rough demonstration, the mileage, replace it
Come again, I replay it, speed it up, I'm speed racer
Bet if you catch her lyin' she gonna reverse it cause
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - 50 Cent:]
I bet your bitch’ll be ready when I say I’m finna leave
We only fuck with the foreigns, Ferrari horse on them keys
You be that nigga she call on when she need someone to love
I be that nigga, we just turn up, we just ball out n fuck
After the thuggin' I be nuttin' in her mouth like this
And you come home like, honey, I'm home, come and give me kiss
It's not a thing for me, really not a thing for me
We from different sets, why your bitch wanna bang with me?
All the time, all the time, I be on the grind
Hoes look at me, the dollar signs run across they mind
It's the paper, they know a nigga get it, get it
Shawty gone be with it, let a nigga get it, hold up in it
[Hook]
[Outro:]
Ya'll bitchass niggas got me fucked up. I'm not fuckin' yall niggas. I don't give a fuck who ya'll is. And I don't give a fuck if you Chris Brown or Tyga. And ya'll not giving me my coin. I wanna be on TV, I wanna be on Love and Hip Hop, on Hollywood and shit. Don't get it fucked up
D.G.I.F.U. lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga) (feat. Pusha T)
[Tyga:]
Ya'll know me, the still same OG, young T-Y-G
Hated on by most these niggas
But I still keep shittin' on niggas lowkey
I don't fuck with you to the third degree
I keep a G, DMV, you owe a three
Schemin' on the low, tryna make a nigga profitly
All I do is get money, fuck, and sleep
I should run for mayor
Been runnin' shit, you barely maintain your bitch
No, this ain’t no lets say regular degular shit
Break a neck on some Busta shit
Souls of Mischief aww shit
I be on til infinity
Don't predict, bitch, what I'm gonna do
Cause chances are I've outdone you
And most of my so called enemies
Spit your game, talk your shit
Grab your gat, call your clique
Ball so hard I don’t need the assist
I’m the best so I keep saying that shit
Nigga, you should too
If you knew what this game'll do to you
Look at bullshit that I've been through
This the drive through and shit on you
[Hook - Tyga:]
Don't get it fucked up
Yesterday I was the freshest nigga in America
I swear to God I ain't lyin', bruh, I ain't lyin' bruh
In America
Don't get it fucked up
Niggas talkin' bout oh shit
I pull up they like oh shit
Now look whose talkin', bitch
Now look whose talkin', bitch, yeah
Don't get it fucked up
I do this shit for my, I do this shit for my
Do this shit for my loved ones
Don't get it fucked up
I do this shit for my, I do this shit for my
I don't trust niggas, I only trust funds nigga
[Chris Brown:]
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say
But nothin' comes out when they move they lips
This extended clip will make Buddha shit
Shawty comin' and pullin' up with them hooter tips
Never use a nigga, but she abuse the dick
I lick the pussy, let it air dry
We in a boat, nigga, right off the coast
European or Caribbean, I'm sweatin' out my hair dye
So don't get it fucked up
I got a handful of matches, fuckin' with a bad bitch
All my niggas is savages, better loc up
Damn ,it's a tragedy, all of these casualties
Metal through his body, nigga, check his anatomy, oh shit
Why you pillow talkin'? That's ho shit
Nigga, you a geek, still talkin' 'bout me fucking yo' bitch
I can't lie, can't lie
I got a bunch of bad hoes and a wife on the side
I believe I can fly, I'm the shit now
Wanna be like Mike when I die
Step right up, can't name any nigga that can fuck with us
I'mma bring the pain, we gon' be the game-changers
All in your face, I'm bustin' nuts
[Hook]
[Pusha T:]
Did ya'll think I would let my dough freeze?
Ho, please! Better bow down on both knees
Who you think taught you to throw P's?
Who you think taught you to rap keys?
Dress Dries, Phillip Limb, SLP's
Like Snoop D-O-double G
Nigga murda was the case so motherfuck the police
Ya'll niggas soft like Emojis, with the heart eyes
Ya'll part skies, ya'll cloud killas
We aimin' niggas, my soldiers blacker than apartheid
We coupe niggas, you niggas riding four doors
Like Uber nigga, we pilin' all of your whores
On the canopy my stamina be
Enough for Pamela Anderson Lee
My Katy Perry ain't afraid to carry
That shit you sniff, Taylor Swift
Niggas talk yet it remains a myth
I never seen it, they only dream it
They rap about it, do interviews
With they toy cars and they little jewels
[Hook]
Ya'll know me, the still same OG, young T-Y-G
Hated on by most these niggas
But I still keep shittin' on niggas lowkey
I don't fuck with you to the third degree
I keep a G, DMV, you owe a three
Schemin' on the low, tryna make a nigga profitly
All I do is get money, fuck, and sleep
I should run for mayor
Been runnin' shit, you barely maintain your bitch
No, this ain’t no lets say regular degular shit
Break a neck on some Busta shit
Souls of Mischief aww shit
I be on til infinity
Don't predict, bitch, what I'm gonna do
Cause chances are I've outdone you
And most of my so called enemies
Spit your game, talk your shit
Grab your gat, call your clique
Ball so hard I don’t need the assist
I’m the best so I keep saying that shit
Nigga, you should too
If you knew what this game'll do to you
Look at bullshit that I've been through
This the drive through and shit on you
[Hook - Tyga:]
Don't get it fucked up
Yesterday I was the freshest nigga in America
I swear to God I ain't lyin', bruh, I ain't lyin' bruh
In America
Don't get it fucked up
Niggas talkin' bout oh shit
I pull up they like oh shit
Now look whose talkin', bitch
Now look whose talkin', bitch, yeah
Don't get it fucked up
I do this shit for my, I do this shit for my
Do this shit for my loved ones
Don't get it fucked up
I do this shit for my, I do this shit for my
I don't trust niggas, I only trust funds nigga
[Chris Brown:]
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say
But nothin' comes out when they move they lips
This extended clip will make Buddha shit
Shawty comin' and pullin' up with them hooter tips
Never use a nigga, but she abuse the dick
I lick the pussy, let it air dry
We in a boat, nigga, right off the coast
European or Caribbean, I'm sweatin' out my hair dye
So don't get it fucked up
I got a handful of matches, fuckin' with a bad bitch
All my niggas is savages, better loc up
Damn ,it's a tragedy, all of these casualties
Metal through his body, nigga, check his anatomy, oh shit
Why you pillow talkin'? That's ho shit
Nigga, you a geek, still talkin' 'bout me fucking yo' bitch
I can't lie, can't lie
I got a bunch of bad hoes and a wife on the side
I believe I can fly, I'm the shit now
Wanna be like Mike when I die
Step right up, can't name any nigga that can fuck with us
I'mma bring the pain, we gon' be the game-changers
All in your face, I'm bustin' nuts
[Hook]
[Pusha T:]
Did ya'll think I would let my dough freeze?
Ho, please! Better bow down on both knees
Who you think taught you to throw P's?
Who you think taught you to rap keys?
Dress Dries, Phillip Limb, SLP's
Like Snoop D-O-double G
Nigga murda was the case so motherfuck the police
Ya'll niggas soft like Emojis, with the heart eyes
Ya'll part skies, ya'll cloud killas
We aimin' niggas, my soldiers blacker than apartheid
We coupe niggas, you niggas riding four doors
Like Uber nigga, we pilin' all of your whores
On the canopy my stamina be
Enough for Pamela Anderson Lee
My Katy Perry ain't afraid to carry
That shit you sniff, Taylor Swift
Niggas talk yet it remains a myth
I never seen it, they only dream it
They rap about it, do interviews
With they toy cars and they little jewels
[Hook]
Better lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga)
[Verse 1 - Tyga:]
I love women and power, we used to sit and talk for hours
On the balcony, my condo play your favorite, shawty
No love lost, just the perfect soulmate, that's all
It's my fault, caught in a rupture
Should've been you I was touchin', I knew it wasn't
My ego, I was buzzin' but not how you wanted
Too busy tryna flaunt it, like I just bought it
You know them bitches 'round you can't hold water
This s'posed to be our moment
These pills set it, I'm feelin' better
Called you to tell you I love you
But you too busy with some other shit, I'm guessin'
No texts, no proof, no voice messages
How we become enemies so effortless?
Or was I blind when you was naked?
Or high when you was level
Know time is of the essence
No lie, I live and regret it
Decisions I made, embedded in my mind
Hate to admit it, but I gotta say it one time
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Should've treated you right
But every night I was livin' life in the fast lane
I should've put my focus on you
In the club every night
I just get it wrong when you do right
And I keep just fillin' your head with the lies
This shit comes with a price
A nigga should've loved you better
A nigga should've loved you better
A nigga should've loved you better
A nigga should've loved you
[Verse 2 - Chris Brown:]
What happened to me, babe?
This ain't who you fell in love with
You say you need space
Don't do this
Just look at me, one more time
I know I fucked up but I'm tryin' to please you
I'ma give you all
And your heartache and pain's gonna stop
Baby right here
Don't walk away
There is no one left to call
Don't wanna be alone when you disappear
I know I hurt you more than three times
Now you need me time
Fuck I'm s'posed to do in the meantime?
Then she told me "figure it out"
[Hook]
I love women and power, we used to sit and talk for hours
On the balcony, my condo play your favorite, shawty
No love lost, just the perfect soulmate, that's all
It's my fault, caught in a rupture
Should've been you I was touchin', I knew it wasn't
My ego, I was buzzin' but not how you wanted
Too busy tryna flaunt it, like I just bought it
You know them bitches 'round you can't hold water
This s'posed to be our moment
These pills set it, I'm feelin' better
Called you to tell you I love you
But you too busy with some other shit, I'm guessin'
No texts, no proof, no voice messages
How we become enemies so effortless?
Or was I blind when you was naked?
Or high when you was level
Know time is of the essence
No lie, I live and regret it
Decisions I made, embedded in my mind
Hate to admit it, but I gotta say it one time
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Should've treated you right
But every night I was livin' life in the fast lane
I should've put my focus on you
In the club every night
I just get it wrong when you do right
And I keep just fillin' your head with the lies
This shit comes with a price
A nigga should've loved you better
A nigga should've loved you better
A nigga should've loved you better
A nigga should've loved you
[Verse 2 - Chris Brown:]
What happened to me, babe?
This ain't who you fell in love with
You say you need space
Don't do this
Just look at me, one more time
I know I fucked up but I'm tryin' to please you
I'ma give you all
And your heartache and pain's gonna stop
Baby right here
Don't walk away
There is no one left to call
Don't wanna be alone when you disappear
I know I hurt you more than three times
Now you need me time
Fuck I'm s'posed to do in the meantime?
Then she told me "figure it out"
[Hook]
Lights Out lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga feat. Fat Trel)
[Chris Brown:]
Girl just come home with me
You in the passenger side when I'm drivin'
Girl you kissin' all on me
Lickin' my neck when my hand's on your thigh
And I'm makin' that pussy leak
Knowin' just what you want
Cause you ain't had dick in a week
And I know that you're a freak
[Pre-Hook - Chris Brown:]
Girl I know you're down for playin'
I know you're listenin' to what I'm sayin'
Your body done started up this conversation
We should really take this inside, when I'm inside
Girl, let's get it
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
We party all night, then you leave in the mornin'
Girl when you ride it, act like you're performin'
You a bad mothafucka, you the shit right now
Play your position, we switchin' positions, lights out
[Chris Brown:]
Girl I'm 'bout [?] and I'ma eat it on the floor
You'll see what you mean to me but first I need you on all fours
Now ass up, face down, when we're lovin'
Slow motion, in and out
Girl when you rain, I'ma break you off
Really need to take them panties off
Your body on my body, drippin' wet, baby
Lickin' on it got my dick way too hard
Girl I'm just in it explorin'
I got the camera recordin'
Makin' that pussy too soft and
You get it again in the mornin'
[Pre-Hook]
[Hook]
[Tyga:]
Drop funds on some new shit right now
I ain't talkin' yesterday, I mean right now
New Audemars for you and this lifestyle
Lingerie on, got you all wified down
Where you wanna be right now?
Ride on my top, now you all on my top
What you wanna be right now?
Got you all in my palms and that ass is the bomb
Versatile, got your Versace on
Fur, on the couch, lips soft, fresh out the shower
25th hour, eat it like [?] chow
Lick it down, yeah, use your mouth
Light up a blunt and we're zoned to the mornin'
Back to the sex and performin'
This time I'ma make sure it's recordin'
(When I take you down, down)
[Fat Trel:]
Called me on the phone and she opened up the door
I be skippin' all the kissin', get to hittin' it on the floor
Take it to the kitchen, so many different positions
Fuck her real slow, she talkin', I like to listen
On the roll with it, she don't like to pay attention
All this money on my mind but the pussy what I'm missin'
Skip the penitentiary, I'm [?] whipped
Sneakin', we freakin', no sleep on the weekend
But I just wanna hit it by the lake
From the back, from the front while I'm grippin' on her face
I just wanna give her what you can't
Fly her all around the world, poppin' bottles of the Ace
I just wanna take her to the bank
Shoppin' trip, what you get? DC, LA
I should let her meet CB, he a freak
She could give my young nigga what he needs
[Pre-Hook]
[Hook]
Girl just come home with me
You in the passenger side when I'm drivin'
Girl you kissin' all on me
Lickin' my neck when my hand's on your thigh
And I'm makin' that pussy leak
Knowin' just what you want
Cause you ain't had dick in a week
And I know that you're a freak
[Pre-Hook - Chris Brown:]
Girl I know you're down for playin'
I know you're listenin' to what I'm sayin'
Your body done started up this conversation
We should really take this inside, when I'm inside
Girl, let's get it
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
We party all night, then you leave in the mornin'
Girl when you ride it, act like you're performin'
You a bad mothafucka, you the shit right now
Play your position, we switchin' positions, lights out
[Chris Brown:]
Girl I'm 'bout [?] and I'ma eat it on the floor
You'll see what you mean to me but first I need you on all fours
Now ass up, face down, when we're lovin'
Slow motion, in and out
Girl when you rain, I'ma break you off
Really need to take them panties off
Your body on my body, drippin' wet, baby
Lickin' on it got my dick way too hard
Girl I'm just in it explorin'
I got the camera recordin'
Makin' that pussy too soft and
You get it again in the mornin'
[Pre-Hook]
[Hook]
[Tyga:]
Drop funds on some new shit right now
I ain't talkin' yesterday, I mean right now
New Audemars for you and this lifestyle
Lingerie on, got you all wified down
Where you wanna be right now?
Ride on my top, now you all on my top
What you wanna be right now?
Got you all in my palms and that ass is the bomb
Versatile, got your Versace on
Fur, on the couch, lips soft, fresh out the shower
25th hour, eat it like [?] chow
Lick it down, yeah, use your mouth
Light up a blunt and we're zoned to the mornin'
Back to the sex and performin'
This time I'ma make sure it's recordin'
(When I take you down, down)
[Fat Trel:]
Called me on the phone and she opened up the door
I be skippin' all the kissin', get to hittin' it on the floor
Take it to the kitchen, so many different positions
Fuck her real slow, she talkin', I like to listen
On the roll with it, she don't like to pay attention
All this money on my mind but the pussy what I'm missin'
Skip the penitentiary, I'm [?] whipped
Sneakin', we freakin', no sleep on the weekend
But I just wanna hit it by the lake
From the back, from the front while I'm grippin' on her face
I just wanna give her what you can't
Fly her all around the world, poppin' bottles of the Ace
I just wanna take her to the bank
Shoppin' trip, what you get? DC, LA
I should let her meet CB, he a freak
She could give my young nigga what he needs
[Pre-Hook]
[Hook]
Real One lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga feat. Boosie Badazz)
Yeah
Give a fuck about ya nigga, baby
That nigga weak
[Tyga:]
Aye baby, you baby
That's some good pussy we can make a new baby
Fuck you in the Maybach, fuck a room baby
I use my tongue, use your mouth, watch your tooth baby
Dick ain't proper got a lot of bodies
And the house game Hilton, got a lot of lobbies
Bitches overnight it, what you know 'bout it?
T-Raww whip out, tap out
[Pre-Hook - Chris Brown:]
I got 'em all hooked like drugs
And all them tryin' to fuck with a young nigga
Pulled up to the club like what
Straight to V.I.P
Double cuppin' I stay too turned up
Cause we poppin' bottles in here
Baby I'm just tryin' to party, yeah
Cause I'm the man of the year
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
I'm tryin' to get a little buzz
Party poppin' and a nigga spendin' money
Hope I get fucked up
I see your girl lookin' over, at me
She wanna turn up
I can tell by the look in her face
That she ain't happy with you, nigga
And I can bet that I'm gon' get her
And I don't, I don't really care if, if you gotta man
You over there starin', at me, at me, yeah
Guess your nigga too lame, huh?
Girl I bet you want a real one, yeah
You want a real one, yeah
You want a real one
[Chris Brown:]
Girl I know you wanna jump up on it right there, right there
Cause everybody in the club gettin' faded
A hundred thousand dollar tab, I'mma pay it
Girl the party's jumpin', DJ's bumpin' my shit, oh yeah
Got everybody in the club lookin' at us
I'm at the top I just climbed up the ladder, real shit
Girl you givin' me the screw face
I know them bitches hatin' you, yeah they two-faced
I know he told you not to drink but what do you say?
I know he tryin' to lock you down like me and Boosie
Fuck that nigga, my middle finger up
Fuck a rap nigga, you just want a singer, huh?
I'm with this shit and you love it
Go on and twerk some for me
[Hook]
[Boosie Badazz:]
Turn, turn, turn, turn up
Stop stuntin' that nigga
We straight I got more money than that nigga
She ain't loyal cause he ain't me
Go to jail she gon' need me like [?]
She want a real one, oh she want some
Look at all this money over here, she want some
She ain't thirsty
But when you that bad every chick need bags and purses
Scorpio says girl my tongue on her
[?] me all day we just press record
Ten million in two months, God bless me girl
You over there starin', next me girl
Them hotties is flockin' it's three in the mornin'
Them bodies is poppin' she's feelin' the moment
She gotta man, I ain't worried about that
Got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta respect
[Chris Brown:]
And I don't, I don't really care if, if you gotta man
You over there starin', at me, at me, yeah
Guess your nigga too lame, huh?
Girl I bet you want a real one, yeah
You want a real one, yeah
You want a real one
Give a fuck about ya nigga, baby
That nigga weak
[Tyga:]
Aye baby, you baby
That's some good pussy we can make a new baby
Fuck you in the Maybach, fuck a room baby
I use my tongue, use your mouth, watch your tooth baby
Dick ain't proper got a lot of bodies
And the house game Hilton, got a lot of lobbies
Bitches overnight it, what you know 'bout it?
T-Raww whip out, tap out
[Pre-Hook - Chris Brown:]
I got 'em all hooked like drugs
And all them tryin' to fuck with a young nigga
Pulled up to the club like what
Straight to V.I.P
Double cuppin' I stay too turned up
Cause we poppin' bottles in here
Baby I'm just tryin' to party, yeah
Cause I'm the man of the year
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
I'm tryin' to get a little buzz
Party poppin' and a nigga spendin' money
Hope I get fucked up
I see your girl lookin' over, at me
She wanna turn up
I can tell by the look in her face
That she ain't happy with you, nigga
And I can bet that I'm gon' get her
And I don't, I don't really care if, if you gotta man
You over there starin', at me, at me, yeah
Guess your nigga too lame, huh?
Girl I bet you want a real one, yeah
You want a real one, yeah
You want a real one
[Chris Brown:]
Girl I know you wanna jump up on it right there, right there
Cause everybody in the club gettin' faded
A hundred thousand dollar tab, I'mma pay it
Girl the party's jumpin', DJ's bumpin' my shit, oh yeah
Got everybody in the club lookin' at us
I'm at the top I just climbed up the ladder, real shit
Girl you givin' me the screw face
I know them bitches hatin' you, yeah they two-faced
I know he told you not to drink but what do you say?
I know he tryin' to lock you down like me and Boosie
Fuck that nigga, my middle finger up
Fuck a rap nigga, you just want a singer, huh?
I'm with this shit and you love it
Go on and twerk some for me
[Hook]
[Boosie Badazz:]
Turn, turn, turn, turn up
Stop stuntin' that nigga
We straight I got more money than that nigga
She ain't loyal cause he ain't me
Go to jail she gon' need me like [?]
She want a real one, oh she want some
Look at all this money over here, she want some
She ain't thirsty
But when you that bad every chick need bags and purses
Scorpio says girl my tongue on her
[?] me all day we just press record
Ten million in two months, God bless me girl
You over there starin', next me girl
Them hotties is flockin' it's three in the mornin'
Them bodies is poppin' she's feelin' the moment
She gotta man, I ain't worried about that
Got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta respect
[Chris Brown:]
And I don't, I don't really care if, if you gotta man
You over there starin', at me, at me, yeah
Guess your nigga too lame, huh?
Girl I bet you want a real one, yeah
You want a real one, yeah
You want a real one
Bitches N Marijuana lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga feat. Schoolboy Q)
[Chorus - Chris Brown:]
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches n marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you a problem
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches n marijuana
I got 'em, I got 'em
Ooh, she bad, she don't do it for free
I got em, I got em
Got bitches n marijuana
[Tyga:]
T-ballin', globetrotter
Got a bunch of pre-rolls and a gold lighter
Think you on fire? You gon' need more fire
I tell her that's all you get like Street Fighter
Nah, walk with me, talk to me
That body cold, chess game like a pawn to me
She wanna ride with me, kick it and vibe with me
I got that long clip, fall asleep to the movie
Motherfuckin' goonies, Cartier rubies
Coupe, no top, yeah I took off the Kufi
I'm high, I'm woozie, D'usse, I'm doosing
I might just be right with my bitch in Jacuzzi
Right, nigga, gettin' right, nigga
I'ma knock that pussy out, fight night, nigga
I'mma light it up, pass it to the right nigga
Our bitches at the crib, don't invite niggas
[Chorus]
[Chris Brown:]
Pull up, got the fat sack
With some clean motherfuckers, no hood rats
Yeah we suited and booted, you know your bitch 'bout to toot it
She want love from a nigga, that's a heart attack, Yack!
Loud pack, give me all of that
Don't be sending naked pics cause my phone tapped
Black Mas, duffel bag and a hundred racks
I don't snitch but I could show you where the money at, me nigga
It's right here
Got girls and they all on my lap, they with me nigga
Hell yeah
You see the Lambo parked in the trap, that's me nigga
I own it while you living on a lease nigga
I'm known to keep my bitches on a leash nigga
I smoke it by the pound what you talking 'bout
I dick your bitch down then I walk it out
[Chorus]
[ScHoolboy Q:]
Grimy nigga way too groovy for the Grammys
Overseas collecting panties, poppin' Xanies
Young nigga, hundred grand for the gram, hot damn
Hit the curb with the Benz, swerve
Rollie do no ticky do the blingy
I spending hundreds, all the fifties
Word around the city I'm that nigg-y
But this month I made a milli
Another month, another milli, man that shit be gettin' silly
Man, bitch you looking silly
Why you broke, go get a check
And when you fly, who need a jet
She wanna move out to the west
She want them diamonds on her neck
And palm trees in the yard, wanna be's with a star
And get the keys to the car huh
And wanna lick on every scar huh
My money good, shit we buying off the bar right now, right now
Who got the weed right now, right now
[Chorus]
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches n marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you a problem
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches n marijuana
I got 'em, I got 'em
Ooh, she bad, she don't do it for free
I got em, I got em
Got bitches n marijuana
[Tyga:]
T-ballin', globetrotter
Got a bunch of pre-rolls and a gold lighter
Think you on fire? You gon' need more fire
I tell her that's all you get like Street Fighter
Nah, walk with me, talk to me
That body cold, chess game like a pawn to me
She wanna ride with me, kick it and vibe with me
I got that long clip, fall asleep to the movie
Motherfuckin' goonies, Cartier rubies
Coupe, no top, yeah I took off the Kufi
I'm high, I'm woozie, D'usse, I'm doosing
I might just be right with my bitch in Jacuzzi
Right, nigga, gettin' right, nigga
I'ma knock that pussy out, fight night, nigga
I'mma light it up, pass it to the right nigga
Our bitches at the crib, don't invite niggas
[Chorus]
[Chris Brown:]
Pull up, got the fat sack
With some clean motherfuckers, no hood rats
Yeah we suited and booted, you know your bitch 'bout to toot it
She want love from a nigga, that's a heart attack, Yack!
Loud pack, give me all of that
Don't be sending naked pics cause my phone tapped
Black Mas, duffel bag and a hundred racks
I don't snitch but I could show you where the money at, me nigga
It's right here
Got girls and they all on my lap, they with me nigga
Hell yeah
You see the Lambo parked in the trap, that's me nigga
I own it while you living on a lease nigga
I'm known to keep my bitches on a leash nigga
I smoke it by the pound what you talking 'bout
I dick your bitch down then I walk it out
[Chorus]
[ScHoolboy Q:]
Grimy nigga way too groovy for the Grammys
Overseas collecting panties, poppin' Xanies
Young nigga, hundred grand for the gram, hot damn
Hit the curb with the Benz, swerve
Rollie do no ticky do the blingy
I spending hundreds, all the fifties
Word around the city I'm that nigg-y
But this month I made a milli
Another month, another milli, man that shit be gettin' silly
Man, bitch you looking silly
Why you broke, go get a check
And when you fly, who need a jet
She wanna move out to the west
She want them diamonds on her neck
And palm trees in the yard, wanna be's with a star
And get the keys to the car huh
And wanna lick on every scar huh
My money good, shit we buying off the bar right now, right now
Who got the weed right now, right now
[Chorus]
She Goin' Up lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga)
[Chris Brown:]
Now usually I don't do this
But a nigga wanna trip so I'ma take a nigga's bitch
Yeah, got 200 on the dash
A couple hundreds in my pocket but my credit card rich
Every night is somethin' different
I started poppin' pills with no prescription
24/7 on a mission
I'm the man with these bitches, if you watchin', pay attention
You shoulda left her in the kitchen
Now she cookin' up my mama's favorite dishes
She used to kiss it for you, now she swallow me
Now she missin', got your nigga reminiscin'
Why you textin'? She complainin', you be stressin'
With your weak ass cuffin', said she feel like she arrested
I told her, "do better", said she's open for suggestions
I said, "Come over to the crib and put your panties on my dresser"
And I don't really care
I know shit gon' hit the fan like a booty in the air
I'm with her, fuckin' up the sheets now
If your nigga bring his ass over here he gettin' beat down
Pause, nigga don't act like we boys
I bought a strap from a d-boy, my trap house got three floors
Better not fuck around with me, boy
That bullet wound going keloid, why you mad, nigga?
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Got your girl goin' up, goin' up right now
She be rockin' diamonds, fuckin' with designer
Red bottoms up right now
Got a nigga mad cause she seen your bitch chose up
Not you, made her life, brand new
She actin', brand new
Your girl goin' up, goin' up right now
[Tyga:]
Pussy open, yours two doors
Legs up like Aventador
Raw nigga to the core
Money long, boy broke niggas gon' snore
And I'm fresh out the store
I just bought it cause I'm bored
All up on the news in my new girl couture
They don't sell that at Nordstroms, imported, important
Tax out the border, the cash flow enormous
Dubai and endorsements, sources and foursomes
Got a bad bitch, so she touring, I got money on my lap
Pistol on my back, steaks on my tab
Fuck you know about that? 500 hundred on the Lamb'
Goin' up, yeah, I'm pourin' up
She took too much, now she throwin' up
Came out the top and I'm blazin'
Worldwide, nigga, it's amazin'
[Hook]
[Chris Brown:]
Screamin' loud, they gon' call the popos on us
She putting shit up her nose, she in love with the coco
Dámelo that ass goin' loco
And I ain't gon' interrupt her dancin'
Cause she turnin' up right now
Do your thing, we gon' party all night long, baby
I'ma do what he won't do
I bet he won't sing to you
He ain't even got a ring for you
I got you, girl
I'ma make you hit them notes
When I'm in and out, baby don't let go
[Hook]
Now usually I don't do this
But a nigga wanna trip so I'ma take a nigga's bitch
Yeah, got 200 on the dash
A couple hundreds in my pocket but my credit card rich
Every night is somethin' different
I started poppin' pills with no prescription
24/7 on a mission
I'm the man with these bitches, if you watchin', pay attention
You shoulda left her in the kitchen
Now she cookin' up my mama's favorite dishes
She used to kiss it for you, now she swallow me
Now she missin', got your nigga reminiscin'
Why you textin'? She complainin', you be stressin'
With your weak ass cuffin', said she feel like she arrested
I told her, "do better", said she's open for suggestions
I said, "Come over to the crib and put your panties on my dresser"
And I don't really care
I know shit gon' hit the fan like a booty in the air
I'm with her, fuckin' up the sheets now
If your nigga bring his ass over here he gettin' beat down
Pause, nigga don't act like we boys
I bought a strap from a d-boy, my trap house got three floors
Better not fuck around with me, boy
That bullet wound going keloid, why you mad, nigga?
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Got your girl goin' up, goin' up right now
She be rockin' diamonds, fuckin' with designer
Red bottoms up right now
Got a nigga mad cause she seen your bitch chose up
Not you, made her life, brand new
She actin', brand new
Your girl goin' up, goin' up right now
[Tyga:]
Pussy open, yours two doors
Legs up like Aventador
Raw nigga to the core
Money long, boy broke niggas gon' snore
And I'm fresh out the store
I just bought it cause I'm bored
All up on the news in my new girl couture
They don't sell that at Nordstroms, imported, important
Tax out the border, the cash flow enormous
Dubai and endorsements, sources and foursomes
Got a bad bitch, so she touring, I got money on my lap
Pistol on my back, steaks on my tab
Fuck you know about that? 500 hundred on the Lamb'
Goin' up, yeah, I'm pourin' up
She took too much, now she throwin' up
Came out the top and I'm blazin'
Worldwide, nigga, it's amazin'
[Hook]
[Chris Brown:]
Screamin' loud, they gon' call the popos on us
She putting shit up her nose, she in love with the coco
Dámelo that ass goin' loco
And I ain't gon' interrupt her dancin'
Cause she turnin' up right now
Do your thing, we gon' party all night long, baby
I'ma do what he won't do
I bet he won't sing to you
He ain't even got a ring for you
I got you, girl
I'ma make you hit them notes
When I'm in and out, baby don't let go
[Hook]
Wrong In The Right Way lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga)
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
It's 'bout to go down (Oh yeah)
Baby, you're gonna get your wish tonight
Lay it down, right here
Scream my name, baby I love you
Wherever you are, I'll be right by your side tonight
If you wearing panties taking 'em of, yeah
Imma do it wrong in the right way.
[Verse 1 - Chris Brown:]
(Okay, haha, look)
Now Imma do you wrong, in the right way
Fucking with the lights on, know you had a long day
Hold you nigga down, girl I fuck with you the long way
Pull up to your college, then I fuck you in the hallway
Real nigga, all day
You know I don't fuck with fakes
Said she on her period, she told me just to fuck her face
Real bitch, trill bitch, someone I could deal with
Feds try to run up in my crib, she hit the kill switch
She would never let me down, only wanna lift me up
When I got locked down in county, she was there to pick me up
Mind her business, know wussup
Purple sprite, she pour it up
Even bought a pound for a nigga, 'bout to roll it up
If the lights off in the club, niggas still gon' notice her
Gave my bitch my Lamborghini, nigga get your motor up
When I get that ass in my bed, Imma bust her head open
Her legs stroaking, got the whole bed soaking
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Tyga:]
You got that work, that pussy purr
That Lambo driver, she ride it, for sure
My chauffeur, know wussup, it's yours
I mean hers, she can concur
Baddest thing on this Earth
Let me take my time, Imma lick it first
Imma make it hurt, put it in the dirt... mmm
That's some crazy ass shit for you
And you know I got this hit for you, put this dick on you
Enjoy you, and I spoil you
Back and forth, in and out, no backing off
My shit don't harp, My lover love real don't dissolve
Bitches ain't loyal, one love
But they hot and cold
I swerve that deuce on 'em, baby like this dick cold
T-Raww got that flame doe
She want burgers in Bordeaux, stop giving that 'cause she mine doe
In this game you gotta find hope
I'm young and kingin', so you know what it is...
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Chris Brown:]
Let me kiss that body, when I get excited
When you scream my name, when you hit the notes
You gon' sound melodic
Baby girl just ride it
Show me something they can't see
Fuck me like you angry, playin' all of that K-Ci & Jojo
Them slow jams, we hold hands
Do that there like a stripper, on my dick she pole dance (Oh no)
It's going down, going down babe
Put it in reverse, flip it around babe
Yeah, 'cause we're one on one
Busting round after round like a gun
Doing all that freaky shit to me
I love the way you put it down babe
I like it, when I'm in and out, and you're making them sounds babe
And I want some more, it's about to go down
[Hook]
It's 'bout to go down (Oh yeah)
Baby, you're gonna get your wish tonight
Lay it down, right here
Scream my name, baby I love you
Wherever you are, I'll be right by your side tonight
If you wearing panties taking 'em of, yeah
Imma do it wrong in the right way.
[Verse 1 - Chris Brown:]
(Okay, haha, look)
Now Imma do you wrong, in the right way
Fucking with the lights on, know you had a long day
Hold you nigga down, girl I fuck with you the long way
Pull up to your college, then I fuck you in the hallway
Real nigga, all day
You know I don't fuck with fakes
Said she on her period, she told me just to fuck her face
Real bitch, trill bitch, someone I could deal with
Feds try to run up in my crib, she hit the kill switch
She would never let me down, only wanna lift me up
When I got locked down in county, she was there to pick me up
Mind her business, know wussup
Purple sprite, she pour it up
Even bought a pound for a nigga, 'bout to roll it up
If the lights off in the club, niggas still gon' notice her
Gave my bitch my Lamborghini, nigga get your motor up
When I get that ass in my bed, Imma bust her head open
Her legs stroaking, got the whole bed soaking
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Tyga:]
You got that work, that pussy purr
That Lambo driver, she ride it, for sure
My chauffeur, know wussup, it's yours
I mean hers, she can concur
Baddest thing on this Earth
Let me take my time, Imma lick it first
Imma make it hurt, put it in the dirt... mmm
That's some crazy ass shit for you
And you know I got this hit for you, put this dick on you
Enjoy you, and I spoil you
Back and forth, in and out, no backing off
My shit don't harp, My lover love real don't dissolve
Bitches ain't loyal, one love
But they hot and cold
I swerve that deuce on 'em, baby like this dick cold
T-Raww got that flame doe
She want burgers in Bordeaux, stop giving that 'cause she mine doe
In this game you gotta find hope
I'm young and kingin', so you know what it is...
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Chris Brown:]
Let me kiss that body, when I get excited
When you scream my name, when you hit the notes
You gon' sound melodic
Baby girl just ride it
Show me something they can't see
Fuck me like you angry, playin' all of that K-Ci & Jojo
Them slow jams, we hold hands
Do that there like a stripper, on my dick she pole dance (Oh no)
It's going down, going down babe
Put it in reverse, flip it around babe
Yeah, 'cause we're one on one
Busting round after round like a gun
Doing all that freaky shit to me
I love the way you put it down babe
I like it, when I'm in and out, and you're making them sounds babe
And I want some more, it's about to go down
[Hook]
Bunkin' lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga feat. Jay 305 & T.I.)
[Intro - Chris Brown:]
100, keep this shit 100
100
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Yeah, my bitch she bunkin'
She went from nothing now she somthing
My bitch bunkin'
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin'
I taught her how to whip a key
Now my trap jumpin'
She bring that dough to me how I want it
In fifties, hundreds, all that
Money is money, my nigga
Even small stacks
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga
I throw that cash in the air
This shit feel great, my nigga
[Verse 1 - Jay 305:]
(I don't know if you know
How it feel to ride out in sunset watching the sunset
California, Los Angeles my nigga
Whats happen though?)
My bitch grind
My boo now know I'm thugging
I'm from the Slums
She know I'm in the streets, she hold my guns
Ain't seen my P.O. in weeks
Fuckin' months
Told her hold my spot down I'm on the run
I got my motherfucking J's on
Finna hit Arkansas get these OXYs off
Come back to L.A., wipe my case
Where I'm from it's bang or ball
Fucking bitches like yo misses
Flip em' like a case of raw
Back to to business flipping digits
Splitting switches with my niggas
Came from nothing, from nothing to something
Know my struggle, my momma know I'm thugging
Coming out the county jail smell like public
Yo momma love it, got your main bitch
On my side on time, nigga my bitch she bunkin'
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Yeah, my bitch she bunkin'
She went from nothing now she somthing
My bitch bunkin'
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin'
I taught her how to whip a key
Now my trap jumpin'
She bring that dough to me how I want it
In fifties, hundreds, all that
Money is money, my nigga
Even small stacks
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga
I throw that cash in the air
This shit feel great, my nigga
[Verse 2 - T.I.:]
Now don't it feel great
When you ride through the hood when you known as Bill Gates
With a super bad bitch in a drop Lamborghini
Make a home girl hate
Trap nigga known to have a quarter-mill a day
Proof that selling drugs on the corner still pay
I make a hundred Gs, spend 40 on ki's
Put the rest away just in case I caught a real case
And I ain't gon' stop
Teaching you the shit that you ain't know about
Stop cuffing that bitch, like she ain't no thot
Racks on that ass, think it ain’t gon drop?
Even if not, bet the brain on fire
Nigga 14 years I remain on fire
Men do, women too but the game don’t lie
Still up to the same old shit
Bang on the pussy nigga they ain't no shit
Stop playing with the pussy you know you don't want this
Shut the fuck down or yo ass gon get it
In public, it's nothing
I'm right back in my bunkin'
Ain't what you do it's how you does it and we does it cuzin
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Yeah, my bitch she bunkin'
She went from nothing now she somthing
My bitch bunkin'
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin'
I taught her how to whip a key
Now my trap jumpin'
She bring that dough to me how I want it
In fifties, hundreds, all that
Money is money, my nigga
Even small stacks
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga
I throw that cash in the air
This shit feel great, my nigga
[Verse 3 - Tyga:]
Make me harder, miss your daughter
She just wanna lay and party
Be my naughty girl in college
Fuck you all the time, I'm tired
Wake up on it it's that
Early morning, tap that wet wet
You know a nigga love breakfast, I'ma bite that
Got money in the mattress where I hide it at
Counting alla that, fuck alla them niggas
They don't know what to do with all that
As a matter fact get on my lap
Put you on the map take you out the trap
From a condo to a larger state
Got double gates, if I catch a case
Will you wait on me and build me up again, if so
[Bridge - Chris Brown:]
Yeah my niggas thuggin', poppin' rubber bands
Money in my hand
Double cuppin' with the Sprite
Mix it up with the Xans
With some zombies here tonight
Slow motion, your bitch choosy
She say "Don't they call you Breezy?"
I told that bitch "I'm out here coolin"
With a hunnid million dollars, got a hunnid on my chain
Got a million dollar body with a hundred dollar brain
Girl your booty like a pumpkin
And my bitch she be bunkin'
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Yeah, my bitch she bunkin'
She went from nothing now she somthing
My bitch bunkin'
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin'
I taught her how to whip a key
Now my trap jumpin'
She bring that dough to me how I want it
In fifties, hundreds, all that
Money is money, my nigga
Even small stacks
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga
I throw that cash in the air
This shit feel great, my nigga
100, keep this shit 100
100
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Yeah, my bitch she bunkin'
She went from nothing now she somthing
My bitch bunkin'
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin'
I taught her how to whip a key
Now my trap jumpin'
She bring that dough to me how I want it
In fifties, hundreds, all that
Money is money, my nigga
Even small stacks
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga
I throw that cash in the air
This shit feel great, my nigga
[Verse 1 - Jay 305:]
(I don't know if you know
How it feel to ride out in sunset watching the sunset
California, Los Angeles my nigga
Whats happen though?)
My bitch grind
My boo now know I'm thugging
I'm from the Slums
She know I'm in the streets, she hold my guns
Ain't seen my P.O. in weeks
Fuckin' months
Told her hold my spot down I'm on the run
I got my motherfucking J's on
Finna hit Arkansas get these OXYs off
Come back to L.A., wipe my case
Where I'm from it's bang or ball
Fucking bitches like yo misses
Flip em' like a case of raw
Back to to business flipping digits
Splitting switches with my niggas
Came from nothing, from nothing to something
Know my struggle, my momma know I'm thugging
Coming out the county jail smell like public
Yo momma love it, got your main bitch
On my side on time, nigga my bitch she bunkin'
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Yeah, my bitch she bunkin'
She went from nothing now she somthing
My bitch bunkin'
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin'
I taught her how to whip a key
Now my trap jumpin'
She bring that dough to me how I want it
In fifties, hundreds, all that
Money is money, my nigga
Even small stacks
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga
I throw that cash in the air
This shit feel great, my nigga
[Verse 2 - T.I.:]
Now don't it feel great
When you ride through the hood when you known as Bill Gates
With a super bad bitch in a drop Lamborghini
Make a home girl hate
Trap nigga known to have a quarter-mill a day
Proof that selling drugs on the corner still pay
I make a hundred Gs, spend 40 on ki's
Put the rest away just in case I caught a real case
And I ain't gon' stop
Teaching you the shit that you ain't know about
Stop cuffing that bitch, like she ain't no thot
Racks on that ass, think it ain’t gon drop?
Even if not, bet the brain on fire
Nigga 14 years I remain on fire
Men do, women too but the game don’t lie
Still up to the same old shit
Bang on the pussy nigga they ain't no shit
Stop playing with the pussy you know you don't want this
Shut the fuck down or yo ass gon get it
In public, it's nothing
I'm right back in my bunkin'
Ain't what you do it's how you does it and we does it cuzin
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Yeah, my bitch she bunkin'
She went from nothing now she somthing
My bitch bunkin'
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin'
I taught her how to whip a key
Now my trap jumpin'
She bring that dough to me how I want it
In fifties, hundreds, all that
Money is money, my nigga
Even small stacks
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga
I throw that cash in the air
This shit feel great, my nigga
[Verse 3 - Tyga:]
Make me harder, miss your daughter
She just wanna lay and party
Be my naughty girl in college
Fuck you all the time, I'm tired
Wake up on it it's that
Early morning, tap that wet wet
You know a nigga love breakfast, I'ma bite that
Got money in the mattress where I hide it at
Counting alla that, fuck alla them niggas
They don't know what to do with all that
As a matter fact get on my lap
Put you on the map take you out the trap
From a condo to a larger state
Got double gates, if I catch a case
Will you wait on me and build me up again, if so
[Bridge - Chris Brown:]
Yeah my niggas thuggin', poppin' rubber bands
Money in my hand
Double cuppin' with the Sprite
Mix it up with the Xans
With some zombies here tonight
Slow motion, your bitch choosy
She say "Don't they call you Breezy?"
I told that bitch "I'm out here coolin"
With a hunnid million dollars, got a hunnid on my chain
Got a million dollar body with a hundred dollar brain
Girl your booty like a pumpkin
And my bitch she be bunkin'
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Yeah, my bitch she bunkin'
She went from nothing now she somthing
My bitch bunkin'
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin'
I taught her how to whip a key
Now my trap jumpin'
She bring that dough to me how I want it
In fifties, hundreds, all that
Money is money, my nigga
Even small stacks
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga
I throw that cash in the air
This shit feel great, my nigga
It's Yo Shit lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga feat. Wale)
[Verse 1 - Chris Brown:]
Baby tell me if you're ready, ready for the real thing
You got them lining up and running block but you need the real me
And if I get the chance Imma ask you when's the last time you've been satisfied
Give me a chance and I'll show you that I ain't even like them other guys
I'ma wait a bit, before I try to kiss it
I do it different from them others guys I know they be tripping
I know what you want so let's get right out of here
Let's go baby I'm counting all my blessing tonight
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
You saying all the right shit, well girl I like it
I'm going to make this night romantic
I'm going to love you baby
And I know what you've been dreaming about
I'm gonna' take advantage of you
It's yo shit, it's yo shit
(Oh the way you put it on me)
It's yo shit, it's yo shit
[Verse 2 - Tyga:]
Sex on the dresser legs on the leather
Do it so good I might let you rub my necklace
We fucking to record just for the record
Nickname Alexis but you don't push a Lexus
V.I. no ordinary shit
Southern part of Euro spending Euros at the camp
Checks waiting when I land that's money in advanced
Benjamin talk frankly you don't understand me
My repertoire upper echelon
You should tag along, get your girls involved
What we doing here and speaking through your bras
Bra, fuck you hard
I'm a midnight star David, son of God
When you see the headlights like a falling star
Yacht no barge looking like DeBarge
Got a hater so blue liker Marge
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
You saying all the right shit, well girl I like it
I'm going to make this night romantic
I'm going to love you baby
And I know what you've been dreaming about
I'm gonna' take advantage of you
It's yo shit, it's yo shit
(Oh the way you put it on me)
It's yo shit, it's yo shit
[Verse 3 - Wale:]
It's yo shit, it's yo shit
I dope dick her, leave her bow-legged
I'm dope yes I know this
The word is my third leg a bowflex
Time to have sex
Climb inside her 'gina as I'm in my stretch
I'm dipping in the 362 with the 57
Soon as she get in here she pull the flip on the zipper
I'm different with it, I can tickle your kidney with it
Miss me with trash, don't kick it with kitty litter
You see me with CB in the DMV of course
Hit the streets guarantee the women be abroad
Every blue moon, that's EBM for short
The ring and the bling look like Billie Jean Porsche
This that Mike Jack flow
I'mma bite that, spike that, you like now, ghost
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
You saying all the right shit, well girl I like it
I'm going to make this night romantic
I'm going to love you baby
And I know what you've been dreaming about
I'm gonna' take advantage of you
It's yo shit, it's yo shit
(Oh the way you put it on me)
It's yo shit, it's yo shit
Baby tell me if you're ready, ready for the real thing
You got them lining up and running block but you need the real me
And if I get the chance Imma ask you when's the last time you've been satisfied
Give me a chance and I'll show you that I ain't even like them other guys
I'ma wait a bit, before I try to kiss it
I do it different from them others guys I know they be tripping
I know what you want so let's get right out of here
Let's go baby I'm counting all my blessing tonight
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
You saying all the right shit, well girl I like it
I'm going to make this night romantic
I'm going to love you baby
And I know what you've been dreaming about
I'm gonna' take advantage of you
It's yo shit, it's yo shit
(Oh the way you put it on me)
It's yo shit, it's yo shit
[Verse 2 - Tyga:]
Sex on the dresser legs on the leather
Do it so good I might let you rub my necklace
We fucking to record just for the record
Nickname Alexis but you don't push a Lexus
V.I. no ordinary shit
Southern part of Euro spending Euros at the camp
Checks waiting when I land that's money in advanced
Benjamin talk frankly you don't understand me
My repertoire upper echelon
You should tag along, get your girls involved
What we doing here and speaking through your bras
Bra, fuck you hard
I'm a midnight star David, son of God
When you see the headlights like a falling star
Yacht no barge looking like DeBarge
Got a hater so blue liker Marge
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
You saying all the right shit, well girl I like it
I'm going to make this night romantic
I'm going to love you baby
And I know what you've been dreaming about
I'm gonna' take advantage of you
It's yo shit, it's yo shit
(Oh the way you put it on me)
It's yo shit, it's yo shit
[Verse 3 - Wale:]
It's yo shit, it's yo shit
I dope dick her, leave her bow-legged
I'm dope yes I know this
The word is my third leg a bowflex
Time to have sex
Climb inside her 'gina as I'm in my stretch
I'm dipping in the 362 with the 57
Soon as she get in here she pull the flip on the zipper
I'm different with it, I can tickle your kidney with it
Miss me with trash, don't kick it with kitty litter
You see me with CB in the DMV of course
Hit the streets guarantee the women be abroad
Every blue moon, that's EBM for short
The ring and the bling look like Billie Jean Porsche
This that Mike Jack flow
I'mma bite that, spike that, you like now, ghost
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
You saying all the right shit, well girl I like it
I'm going to make this night romantic
I'm going to love you baby
And I know what you've been dreaming about
I'm gonna' take advantage of you
It's yo shit, it's yo shit
(Oh the way you put it on me)
It's yo shit, it's yo shit
Banjo lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga)
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo
And all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor
[Chris Brown:]
Pull up, nigga creeping
Colder than a motherfucker
Guess it's ho season (bitch)
Shorty got that ass, baby girl it's nice to meet you
With these lights off, give a fuck about your features
I'm tryna fuck
If it's one on one gimme that eye soap
But if it's two of ya'll I'm a let the dice roll
It's the weekend, I could tell you been freaking
Cause you popping Miley Cyrus and you twerking with your eyes closed
Go figure, skinny nigga with a suit on
Bunch of bad bitches
Yeah, they like me nigga, who don't?
Drop top, everything
We party like the roof gone
A nigga got a problem, blaka-blaka, then we move on (blap)
Tell 'em hold that
If you looking for liquor, better lick up
My liquor zing and you know that
Bitches looking for a sponsorship, cha-ching, cause I sponsor shit
Bitch I throw racks
Fucked up, got me dancing on the floor
Tryna dance in that pussy, tell me when to go
I'm tore up, feeling like I'm 'bout to throw up
One night with me this bitch about to blow up
[Hook x2]
[Tyga:]
Ain't shit but model bitches over here
I'm a nigga with money bitch, let's make that clear
You here with a elf ear, hoes in stock over here
And the price going up by the year
It's a good year, baby on my blimp shit
You too defensive and sensitive, that's on some mental shit
No sense in lingering, can't count on you niggas man
Only count Benjamins, yeah, he my closest friend
My wrist's a risk, ice the bitch
Like it's sprained and shit, I'm the nigga, nigga
Yes he is, the flyest with three yes' is
I take that pussy and ransom it, Mel Gibson that
When I hit the block, better have your banger
That's my babe, she don't talk to strangers
She fold it closed, we ain't gon' ever hang
Beat the box like manana-bing, manana-bang-bang-bang
[Hook x2]
[Chris Brown:]
She was bomb but she wanted me to pay for it
Alley-oop bitch, you know a nigga play whores
I play with pussy, girl you know that I'm a playboy
Clap, clap, clap then she make that booty make noise
Man, she make that ass wobble like a monster
Twerk something, hurt something, damn, I'm a need a doctor
A bitch with some real hair straight up out the projects
And she turn her phone off from all them niggas she be dodging
She ain't loyal, I brought her head
She don't give a fuck about nothing but her bread
But when I dance in that pussy do the running man
While all these other niggas fucking with Juwanna Man
I'm throwing all of this money and I'm advancing these strippers
I got my hand on the pussy, she got her hand on my zipper
She started going to work, my shit got hard as a missile
Then she said she had a twin, I started fucking her sister
[Hook]
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo
And all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor
[Chris Brown:]
Pull up, nigga creeping
Colder than a motherfucker
Guess it's ho season (bitch)
Shorty got that ass, baby girl it's nice to meet you
With these lights off, give a fuck about your features
I'm tryna fuck
If it's one on one gimme that eye soap
But if it's two of ya'll I'm a let the dice roll
It's the weekend, I could tell you been freaking
Cause you popping Miley Cyrus and you twerking with your eyes closed
Go figure, skinny nigga with a suit on
Bunch of bad bitches
Yeah, they like me nigga, who don't?
Drop top, everything
We party like the roof gone
A nigga got a problem, blaka-blaka, then we move on (blap)
Tell 'em hold that
If you looking for liquor, better lick up
My liquor zing and you know that
Bitches looking for a sponsorship, cha-ching, cause I sponsor shit
Bitch I throw racks
Fucked up, got me dancing on the floor
Tryna dance in that pussy, tell me when to go
I'm tore up, feeling like I'm 'bout to throw up
One night with me this bitch about to blow up
[Hook x2]
[Tyga:]
Ain't shit but model bitches over here
I'm a nigga with money bitch, let's make that clear
You here with a elf ear, hoes in stock over here
And the price going up by the year
It's a good year, baby on my blimp shit
You too defensive and sensitive, that's on some mental shit
No sense in lingering, can't count on you niggas man
Only count Benjamins, yeah, he my closest friend
My wrist's a risk, ice the bitch
Like it's sprained and shit, I'm the nigga, nigga
Yes he is, the flyest with three yes' is
I take that pussy and ransom it, Mel Gibson that
When I hit the block, better have your banger
That's my babe, she don't talk to strangers
She fold it closed, we ain't gon' ever hang
Beat the box like manana-bing, manana-bang-bang-bang
[Hook x2]
[Chris Brown:]
She was bomb but she wanted me to pay for it
Alley-oop bitch, you know a nigga play whores
I play with pussy, girl you know that I'm a playboy
Clap, clap, clap then she make that booty make noise
Man, she make that ass wobble like a monster
Twerk something, hurt something, damn, I'm a need a doctor
A bitch with some real hair straight up out the projects
And she turn her phone off from all them niggas she be dodging
She ain't loyal, I brought her head
She don't give a fuck about nothing but her bread
But when I dance in that pussy do the running man
While all these other niggas fucking with Juwanna Man
I'm throwing all of this money and I'm advancing these strippers
I got my hand on the pussy, she got her hand on my zipper
She started going to work, my shit got hard as a missile
Then she said she had a twin, I started fucking her sister
[Hook]
"X" (2014)
- X lyrics - Chris Brown
- Add Me In lyrics - Chris Brown
- Loyal lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Lil Wayne, Tyga)
- New Flame lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Rick Ross & Usher)
- Songs On 12 Play lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Trey Songz)
- 101 (Interlude) lyrics - Chris Brown
- Drown In It lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. R. Kelly)
- Came To Do lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Akon)
- Stereotype lyrics - Chris Brown
- Time For Love lyrics - Chris Brown
- Lady In A Glass Dress (Interlude) lyrics - Chris Brown
- Autumn Leaves lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Kendrick Lamar)
- Do Better lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Brandy)
- See You Around lyrics - Chris Brown
- Don't Be Gone Too Long lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Ariana Grande)
- Body Shots lyrics - Chris Brown
- Drunk Texting lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Jhené Aiko)
- Lost In Ya Love lyrics - Chris Brown
- Love More lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Nicki Minaj)
- Don't Think They Know lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Aaliyah)
- Fine China lyrics - Chris Brown
- No Lights lyrics - Chris Brown
X lyrics - Chris Brown
If you're only as good as the company you keep
Then I'm a blame you for what they say about me
(Free your mind, and let your conscience be free)
When I was by myself I was fast asleep
Since you came around I've been up for weeks
(Free your mind, and let your conscience be free)
Yi-yi-X, I've been with the wrong crowd
I can make you a believer, if I turn the nonsense down
I keep my secrets in a safehouse, better if I don't speak
Devil's tryna tempt me, they just outline my shape out
Place me at the crime scene
I can see from this high up, you ain't got a heart girl
Privacy is for the cheater obviously you're deceiving
[Pre-Hook:]
I know
I know just who you are
You put me on lay away
You just love to heart shop
I think that it's over
I think that it's over
[Hook:]
I swear to God I'm moving on
(Mm, back up)
I ain't go back no more, I ain't go back no more
I ain't go back no more, I ain't go back no more
(I ain't tripping of you you you you)
I ain't go back no more, I ain't go back no more
(I ain't tripping of you you you)
I ain't go back no more, I ain't go back no more
[Bridge:]
You just start a fight, I ain't fighting back I'm cool with it
I, simply came here to party
Why, would I trip off that bullshit, when I'm on that good shit
I swear to God I'm moving on
(Mm, back up)
Substitute love for a better thing
I deal with my pain like a lonely child
I didn't build these walls for you to piss all on my past oh
Go ahead burn it down, I'm a build me another one
All these clouds...
[Pre-Hook]
[Hook]
[Bridge]
[Hook]
Then I'm a blame you for what they say about me
(Free your mind, and let your conscience be free)
When I was by myself I was fast asleep
Since you came around I've been up for weeks
(Free your mind, and let your conscience be free)
Yi-yi-X, I've been with the wrong crowd
I can make you a believer, if I turn the nonsense down
I keep my secrets in a safehouse, better if I don't speak
Devil's tryna tempt me, they just outline my shape out
Place me at the crime scene
I can see from this high up, you ain't got a heart girl
Privacy is for the cheater obviously you're deceiving
[Pre-Hook:]
I know
I know just who you are
You put me on lay away
You just love to heart shop
I think that it's over
I think that it's over
[Hook:]
I swear to God I'm moving on
(Mm, back up)
I ain't go back no more, I ain't go back no more
I ain't go back no more, I ain't go back no more
(I ain't tripping of you you you you)
I ain't go back no more, I ain't go back no more
(I ain't tripping of you you you)
I ain't go back no more, I ain't go back no more
[Bridge:]
You just start a fight, I ain't fighting back I'm cool with it
I, simply came here to party
Why, would I trip off that bullshit, when I'm on that good shit
I swear to God I'm moving on
(Mm, back up)
Substitute love for a better thing
I deal with my pain like a lonely child
I didn't build these walls for you to piss all on my past oh
Go ahead burn it down, I'm a build me another one
All these clouds...
[Pre-Hook]
[Hook]
[Bridge]
[Hook]
Add Me In lyrics - Chris Brown
Your body's an isosceles
And I'm just tryna try angles
Your love is trigonometry
Just tryna solve the whole equation
[Pre-Hook:]
What's it about you (about you)
I wanna love you
Picking you up, picking you up
So I can touch you
Should we do that? Can I do that? (baby)
Anwsers are usually in the back
[Hook:]
Substitution, add me in
Multiply my love
Is that too much?
Substitution
What's the problem, girl?
Add me in
[Bridge:]
Baby just add me, baby just add me in
Baby just add me, baby just add me in
I'll calculate her home invasion
Divide your legs and count to 3 (3, 2, 1, come on)
He's just not the answer baby
And that's just my hypothesis
[Pre-Hook]
[Hook]
Girl if I said I loved you, I need you
Would you care?
So many things that I could learn
Baby if we do the math, it will equal up to me!
[Hook x2]
[Bridge x2]
And I'm just tryna try angles
Your love is trigonometry
Just tryna solve the whole equation
[Pre-Hook:]
What's it about you (about you)
I wanna love you
Picking you up, picking you up
So I can touch you
Should we do that? Can I do that? (baby)
Anwsers are usually in the back
[Hook:]
Substitution, add me in
Multiply my love
Is that too much?
Substitution
What's the problem, girl?
Add me in
[Bridge:]
Baby just add me, baby just add me in
Baby just add me, baby just add me in
I'll calculate her home invasion
Divide your legs and count to 3 (3, 2, 1, come on)
He's just not the answer baby
And that's just my hypothesis
[Pre-Hook]
[Hook]
Girl if I said I loved you, I need you
Would you care?
So many things that I could learn
Baby if we do the math, it will equal up to me!
[Hook x2]
[Bridge x2]
Loyal lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Lil Wayne, Tyga)
[Intro — Lil Wayne & Chris Brown:]
Young mula, baby (let me see)!
Ha ha, you thought it was over?
(let me see)
[Verse 1 — Lil Wayne:]
I wasn't born last night
I know these hoes ain't right
But you was blowing up her phone last night
But she ain't have her ringer nor her ring on last night, oh
Nigga, that's that nerve
Why give a bitch your heart
When she rather have a purse?
Why give a bitch your inch
When she rather have nine?
You know how the game goes
She be mine by half time, I'm the shit, oh
Nigga, that's that nerve
You all about her, and she all about hers
Birdman Junior in this bitch, no flamingos
And I done did everything but trust these hoes
(CB fuck with me!)
[Hook — Chris Brown:]
When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya
These hoes ain't loyal
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
[Bridge — Chris Brown:]
Just got rich
Took a broke nigga's bitch
I can make a broke bitch rich
But I don't fuck with broke bitches
[Verse 2 — Chris Brown:]
Got a white girl with some fake titties
I took her to The Bay with me
Eyes closed smoking marijuana
Rolling up that Bob Marley, I'm a rasta
She wanna do drugs, smoke weed, get drunk
She wanna see a nigga trap
She wanna fuck all the rappers
[Hook]
[Verse 3 — Chris Brown:]
Black girl with a big booty
If she a bad bitch, let's get to it (right away)
We up in this club
Bring me the bottles
I know, girl, that you came in this bitch with your man
That's a no-no, girl
All this money in the air
I wanna see you dance
[Bridge]
[Hook]
[Verse 4 — Tyga:]
Uh
Rich young nigga
Name got bigger and my change got bigger
So my chains got bigger
Ferrari, Jaguar, switching four lanes
With the top down screaming out, "Money ain't a thing!"
Ha, me and CB in the bay with her
I send her back home so you can lay with her
Okay, let's talk about this ice that I'm carrying
All these karats like I'm a fucking vegetarian
Shout-out Weezy F., keep a red bone wet
Rose Rolex, hoes on deck
She know I got a cheque
Do it too good when she ride that dick
Man I wouldn't trust that bitch
No!
[Verse 5 — Chris Brown:]
Come on, come on, girl
Why you fronting?
Baby, show me something
When I call her, she gon' leave
And I bet that bottom dollar she gon' cheat
Come on, come on, girl
Why you fronting?
Baby, show me something
You just spent your bread on her
And it's all for nothing
[Hook]
Young mula, baby (let me see)!
Ha ha, you thought it was over?
(let me see)
[Verse 1 — Lil Wayne:]
I wasn't born last night
I know these hoes ain't right
But you was blowing up her phone last night
But she ain't have her ringer nor her ring on last night, oh
Nigga, that's that nerve
Why give a bitch your heart
When she rather have a purse?
Why give a bitch your inch
When she rather have nine?
You know how the game goes
She be mine by half time, I'm the shit, oh
Nigga, that's that nerve
You all about her, and she all about hers
Birdman Junior in this bitch, no flamingos
And I done did everything but trust these hoes
(CB fuck with me!)
[Hook — Chris Brown:]
When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya
These hoes ain't loyal
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
[Bridge — Chris Brown:]
Just got rich
Took a broke nigga's bitch
I can make a broke bitch rich
But I don't fuck with broke bitches
[Verse 2 — Chris Brown:]
Got a white girl with some fake titties
I took her to The Bay with me
Eyes closed smoking marijuana
Rolling up that Bob Marley, I'm a rasta
She wanna do drugs, smoke weed, get drunk
She wanna see a nigga trap
She wanna fuck all the rappers
[Hook]
[Verse 3 — Chris Brown:]
Black girl with a big booty
If she a bad bitch, let's get to it (right away)
We up in this club
Bring me the bottles
I know, girl, that you came in this bitch with your man
That's a no-no, girl
All this money in the air
I wanna see you dance
[Bridge]
[Hook]
[Verse 4 — Tyga:]
Uh
Rich young nigga
Name got bigger and my change got bigger
So my chains got bigger
Ferrari, Jaguar, switching four lanes
With the top down screaming out, "Money ain't a thing!"
Ha, me and CB in the bay with her
I send her back home so you can lay with her
Okay, let's talk about this ice that I'm carrying
All these karats like I'm a fucking vegetarian
Shout-out Weezy F., keep a red bone wet
Rose Rolex, hoes on deck
She know I got a cheque
Do it too good when she ride that dick
Man I wouldn't trust that bitch
No!
[Verse 5 — Chris Brown:]
Come on, come on, girl
Why you fronting?
Baby, show me something
When I call her, she gon' leave
And I bet that bottom dollar she gon' cheat
Come on, come on, girl
Why you fronting?
Baby, show me something
You just spent your bread on her
And it's all for nothing
[Hook]
New Flame lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Rick Ross & Usher)
[Verse 1 — Chris Brown:]
There can be one only you
And, baby, God can never make two
And I know you came here with your crew
But I promise you that it feels like it's just us two, aha.
[Bridge — Chris Brown:]
Oh, I don't know what you had planned to do tonight
But I just wanna be the one to do you right, right
And we're standing here looking at each other, baby, eye to eye
And I'm hoping that you're thinking about leaving with me tonight
[Hook — Chris Brown:]
Who said you can't find love in the club?
'Cause I wanna tell them they're wrong
Come on, just, baby, try a new thing
And let's spark a new flame
You gon' be my baby
Love me, love you crazy
Tell me if you're ready
Baby, come and get it
Try a new thing
And let's spark a new flame
[Verse 2 — Usher:]
I can't believe you came here all alone, baby girl, where's your lover?
Oh, it don't really matter 'cause I got plans to get to know you better, yeah.
[Another version:] Oh, it don't really, matter 'cause I only wanna get to know you better, yeah.
Baby, baby, baby, baby, let's make what we got here last forever
[Another version:] Baby, baby, baby, baby, I can stand and stare at you forever
Girl, 'cause I don't wanna let you go, never
[Bridge:]
Oh, I don't know what you had planned to do tonight
Girl, I just wanna be the one to do you right, right
And we're standing here looking at each other, baby, eye to eye
Baby, I hope that you're thinking about leaving with me tonight
[Hook:]
Who said you can't find love in the club?
'Cause I wanna tell them they're wrong
Come on, just, baby, try a new thing
And let's spark a new flame
You gon' be my, baby
Love me, love you crazy
Tell me if you're ready
Baby, come and get it
Try a new thing
And let's spark a new flame
(You know what time it is, Chris)
[Verse 3 — Rick Ross:]
Home plate, world series, our nigga sliding in her
Baby, I'm a boss, I'm talking George Steinbrenner
Panamera, Yogi Berra, my two-seater Derek Jeter
Got more stripes than all these niggas
Babe Ruth balling in the Beamer
Collar on my Polo, kisses on my necklace
All my diamonds watching, now my watches getting jealous
Smoking on a bomb in my autograph Lebrons
Yeah, she told me I'm the one, that's when I only hit it once
[Hook — Chris Brown:]
Who said you can't find love in the club?
'Cause I wanna tell them they're wrong
Come on, just, baby, try a new thing
And let's spark a new flame
You gon' be my, baby
Love me, love you crazy
Tell me if you're ready
Baby, come and get it
Try a new thing
And let's spark a new flame
There can be one only you
And, baby, God can never make two
And I know you came here with your crew
But I promise you that it feels like it's just us two, aha.
[Bridge — Chris Brown:]
Oh, I don't know what you had planned to do tonight
But I just wanna be the one to do you right, right
And we're standing here looking at each other, baby, eye to eye
And I'm hoping that you're thinking about leaving with me tonight
[Hook — Chris Brown:]
Who said you can't find love in the club?
'Cause I wanna tell them they're wrong
Come on, just, baby, try a new thing
And let's spark a new flame
You gon' be my baby
Love me, love you crazy
Tell me if you're ready
Baby, come and get it
Try a new thing
And let's spark a new flame
[Verse 2 — Usher:]
I can't believe you came here all alone, baby girl, where's your lover?
Oh, it don't really matter 'cause I got plans to get to know you better, yeah.
[Another version:] Oh, it don't really, matter 'cause I only wanna get to know you better, yeah.
Baby, baby, baby, baby, let's make what we got here last forever
[Another version:] Baby, baby, baby, baby, I can stand and stare at you forever
Girl, 'cause I don't wanna let you go, never
[Bridge:]
Oh, I don't know what you had planned to do tonight
Girl, I just wanna be the one to do you right, right
And we're standing here looking at each other, baby, eye to eye
Baby, I hope that you're thinking about leaving with me tonight
[Hook:]
Who said you can't find love in the club?
'Cause I wanna tell them they're wrong
Come on, just, baby, try a new thing
And let's spark a new flame
You gon' be my, baby
Love me, love you crazy
Tell me if you're ready
Baby, come and get it
Try a new thing
And let's spark a new flame
(You know what time it is, Chris)
[Verse 3 — Rick Ross:]
Home plate, world series, our nigga sliding in her
Baby, I'm a boss, I'm talking George Steinbrenner
Panamera, Yogi Berra, my two-seater Derek Jeter
Got more stripes than all these niggas
Babe Ruth balling in the Beamer
Collar on my Polo, kisses on my necklace
All my diamonds watching, now my watches getting jealous
Smoking on a bomb in my autograph Lebrons
Yeah, she told me I'm the one, that's when I only hit it once
[Hook — Chris Brown:]
Who said you can't find love in the club?
'Cause I wanna tell them they're wrong
Come on, just, baby, try a new thing
And let's spark a new flame
You gon' be my, baby
Love me, love you crazy
Tell me if you're ready
Baby, come and get it
Try a new thing
And let's spark a new flame
Songs On 12 Play lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Trey Songz)
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
You're a goddess in the bedroom
Devil in them skintights
Drug that, I'm hooked to
But it's ok, I'll be alright
Tried my best to please you
Show you what it means to
Be a victim of love
So turn on that red light, Oh
Turn on that red light
Ooh, eh
[Hook: Chris Brown & Trey Songz]
We gon' be bumping and grinding
Seems like you're ready to sex me, baby, baby
And I'm feeling on your booty, driving me crazy
Half on a baby
Cause' your body's calling me
And with your permission let me start your ignition
Don't you know that you're reminding me
Of a song on 12 play
You're like a song on 12 play
[Verse 2: Trey Songz]
Fuckin' with an R&B thug
You gon' have the greatest sex
Do you mind if I stroke you up
Baby girl, imagine that
Dripping that honey love, I'm a hit it hard from the back
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh - just like that
Do your body like a real freak (have a little private)
Fiesta, fiesta
Somebody's girl is on my body
Naked, shaking
Etcetera, et cetera, et cetera
Hey baby
[Hook]
Ok, foreplay, that's childs play
Making love is my forte
Shots of you when I'm thirsty
Damn right, I'm a eat that pussy
Clothes all in the background
I give a back shot, I don't back down
She likes her hair pulled, that ass slapped around
And the neighbours screaming out
"Keep it down"
Baby turn on the red light tonight
Lil' mama, it'll be alright
I just wanna be all on you
Do it 'til we both can't move
Your body
Your hips, Your ass, girl
Sweat dripping on my body,
Like this my last girl
So tonight
[Hook]
[Outro: Chris Brown & Trey Songz]
Oh na na na na na na, down low, down low
Oh baby, baby, baby, baby baby
Keep it on the down low, down low
You're a goddess in the bedroom
Devil in them skintights
Drug that, I'm hooked to
But it's ok, I'll be alright
Tried my best to please you
Show you what it means to
Be a victim of love
So turn on that red light, Oh
Turn on that red light
Ooh, eh
[Hook: Chris Brown & Trey Songz]
We gon' be bumping and grinding
Seems like you're ready to sex me, baby, baby
And I'm feeling on your booty, driving me crazy
Half on a baby
Cause' your body's calling me
And with your permission let me start your ignition
Don't you know that you're reminding me
Of a song on 12 play
You're like a song on 12 play
[Verse 2: Trey Songz]
Fuckin' with an R&B thug
You gon' have the greatest sex
Do you mind if I stroke you up
Baby girl, imagine that
Dripping that honey love, I'm a hit it hard from the back
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh - just like that
Do your body like a real freak (have a little private)
Fiesta, fiesta
Somebody's girl is on my body
Naked, shaking
Etcetera, et cetera, et cetera
Hey baby
[Hook]
Ok, foreplay, that's childs play
Making love is my forte
Shots of you when I'm thirsty
Damn right, I'm a eat that pussy
Clothes all in the background
I give a back shot, I don't back down
She likes her hair pulled, that ass slapped around
And the neighbours screaming out
"Keep it down"
Baby turn on the red light tonight
Lil' mama, it'll be alright
I just wanna be all on you
Do it 'til we both can't move
Your body
Your hips, Your ass, girl
Sweat dripping on my body,
Like this my last girl
So tonight
[Hook]
[Outro: Chris Brown & Trey Songz]
Oh na na na na na na, down low, down low
Oh baby, baby, baby, baby baby
Keep it on the down low, down low
101 (Interlude) lyrics - Chris Brown
You got me doing 101 on the 101
Don't go nowhere baby, don't you run
You got me doing 101 on the 101
Got me speeding for your love
I been waiting for you all day
Stuck in traffic, tryna make it to my baby
I'm tryna go half on a baby
Just wear that sexy shit I like
And I will do you just right
Don't you worry, help is soon on the way
I'll kiss you up
I'll lick you up
I'll stick it up
I'll smack it up
I'll flip it up
I'll pick you up
I'll sex you up
I like it when your bottom up
Your top down, take you down
Won't fuck around
I'll hold you down
I'ma break it down
When I lay you down
Yeah
Don't go nowhere baby, don't you run
You got me doing 101 on the 101
Got me speeding for your love
I been waiting for you all day
Stuck in traffic, tryna make it to my baby
I'm tryna go half on a baby
Just wear that sexy shit I like
And I will do you just right
Don't you worry, help is soon on the way
I'll kiss you up
I'll lick you up
I'll stick it up
I'll smack it up
I'll flip it up
I'll pick you up
I'll sex you up
I like it when your bottom up
Your top down, take you down
Won't fuck around
I'll hold you down
I'ma break it down
When I lay you down
Yeah
Drown In It lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. R. Kelly)
[Verse 1: R. Kelly]
It don't get no better
My tongue writing you letters
Feeling you get wetter
We'll be making love until the morning after
And I can feel your tide slowly rising
As I'm sipping from your water fountain
We gon' flood the bed, take it to the ground
While I'm in your ocean baby, hold my head down
[Hook: Chris Brown & R. Kelly]
I wanna drown in it, drown in it (Yeah, baby)
Drown in it, drown in it (Just take me under)
Drown in it, drown in it (Under your waters, girl)
Drown in it, drown in it
I won't ever come up, oh
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
High heels and your red lips
It's Fahrenheit in here
And I can see a million ways
For me to surfboard between your waves
Baby going up down, all around
Drip drop, don't stop
No umbrella
Playing in your brain, shut it off
Splashing in your deep end
Hydrate me
Oh baby, come sit down right on my face
[Hook: Chris Brown]
[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Baby, baby, baby
(Yeah I wanna drown in it)
Baby, baby, baby
(Yeah, I wanna drown in it)
Take me under, babe
(Yeah, I wanna drown in it)
I just wanna tell you
[Verse 3: Chris Brown & R. Kelly]
No price compares to what it's worth and
Your pool is like heaven on Earth
You screaming while I'm touching your spot
Oh girl, I got your water so hot
And I wanna drown in it
I wanna drown in it, babe
I wanna drown in it, baby
All you gotta do is -
Keep filling me up with your juices
Keep it right there baby, don't lose it
[Hook:]
I wanna drown in it, drown in it (Yeah, baby)
Drown in it, drown in it (Girl, just take me under)
I wanna drown in it, drown in it (Under your waters, girl)
Drown in it, drown in it (Swim in your deep, babe)
I wanna drown in it, drown in it (All up in your creek, baby)
Drown in it, drown in it (And I'm not comin' up)
I wanna drown in it, drown in it (Gonna stay right there, baby)
Drown in it, drown in it (Gonna live in there, baby)
I wanna drown in it, drown in it (Right there under your water baby)
Drown in it, drown in it (Just like a male mermaid, babe)
I wanna drown in it, drown in it (Baby, baby, baby, baby)
Drown in it, drown in it (Baby, baby, baby, baby)
I won't ever come up, oh
[Outro: R. Kelly]
I stay thirsty, babe
Yeah
It don't get no better
My tongue writing you letters
Feeling you get wetter
We'll be making love until the morning after
And I can feel your tide slowly rising
As I'm sipping from your water fountain
We gon' flood the bed, take it to the ground
While I'm in your ocean baby, hold my head down
[Hook: Chris Brown & R. Kelly]
I wanna drown in it, drown in it (Yeah, baby)
Drown in it, drown in it (Just take me under)
Drown in it, drown in it (Under your waters, girl)
Drown in it, drown in it
I won't ever come up, oh
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
High heels and your red lips
It's Fahrenheit in here
And I can see a million ways
For me to surfboard between your waves
Baby going up down, all around
Drip drop, don't stop
No umbrella
Playing in your brain, shut it off
Splashing in your deep end
Hydrate me
Oh baby, come sit down right on my face
[Hook: Chris Brown]
[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Baby, baby, baby
(Yeah I wanna drown in it)
Baby, baby, baby
(Yeah, I wanna drown in it)
Take me under, babe
(Yeah, I wanna drown in it)
I just wanna tell you
[Verse 3: Chris Brown & R. Kelly]
No price compares to what it's worth and
Your pool is like heaven on Earth
You screaming while I'm touching your spot
Oh girl, I got your water so hot
And I wanna drown in it
I wanna drown in it, babe
I wanna drown in it, baby
All you gotta do is -
Keep filling me up with your juices
Keep it right there baby, don't lose it
[Hook:]
I wanna drown in it, drown in it (Yeah, baby)
Drown in it, drown in it (Girl, just take me under)
I wanna drown in it, drown in it (Under your waters, girl)
Drown in it, drown in it (Swim in your deep, babe)
I wanna drown in it, drown in it (All up in your creek, baby)
Drown in it, drown in it (And I'm not comin' up)
I wanna drown in it, drown in it (Gonna stay right there, baby)
Drown in it, drown in it (Gonna live in there, baby)
I wanna drown in it, drown in it (Right there under your water baby)
Drown in it, drown in it (Just like a male mermaid, babe)
I wanna drown in it, drown in it (Baby, baby, baby, baby)
Drown in it, drown in it (Baby, baby, baby, baby)
I won't ever come up, oh
[Outro: R. Kelly]
I stay thirsty, babe
Yeah
Came To Do lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Akon)
[Pre-Hook:]
It ain't nothing to make you want it
Get you tipsy, you little blunted
I pulled up in the S-500
Fucked up, feeling all up on it
[Hook:]
You know what I came to do, you
You know what I came to do
You know what I came to do, you
You know what I
(Ooh)
You know what I came to do, you
You know what I came to do
You know what I came to do, you
You know what I came to do
You know what I came to do, you
You know what I
(For all my ladies)
You know what I came to do, girl
For all my ladies [x2]
Baby you're so damn beautiful
I really like it
I love your smile and the way that you move (ooh yeah, yeah)
Baby, can I have a minute
Girl I promise I won't waste your time
Cause I know you're kinda busy
Basically all I'm tryna say is you caught my eye
I know you need love, I'm tryna give it
And if you don't trust me I'll show you
I'm a man of my word, girl
And if you're ready for the world I'll give it to ya
I'm so in love, like
[Pre-Hook]
[Hook]
[Akon:]
Yeah, this for all my ladies
To all my ladies
See I'll give you what you want
And he'll give you what you don't
I'm the man of the year, you just the man of the month
A hundred stacks in the trunk, (he gon' do it)
She got a hundred packs in the dump, (he won't do it)
And she type to fuck with real niggas
And I'm the type that you want, (and you knew it)
I'm just out to getting money while these niggas need a loan
Why you fuckin' with these dummies, we need to be alone
Cause I'm wanting you, baby... So what it do?
Cause I wanna change your life, me and you
[Hook]
It ain't nothing to make you want it
Get you tipsy, you little blunted
I pulled up in the S-500
Fucked up, feeling all up on it
[Hook:]
You know what I came to do, you
You know what I came to do
You know what I came to do, you
You know what I
(Ooh)
You know what I came to do, you
You know what I came to do
You know what I came to do, you
You know what I came to do
You know what I came to do, you
You know what I
(For all my ladies)
You know what I came to do, girl
For all my ladies [x2]
Baby you're so damn beautiful
I really like it
I love your smile and the way that you move (ooh yeah, yeah)
Baby, can I have a minute
Girl I promise I won't waste your time
Cause I know you're kinda busy
Basically all I'm tryna say is you caught my eye
I know you need love, I'm tryna give it
And if you don't trust me I'll show you
I'm a man of my word, girl
And if you're ready for the world I'll give it to ya
I'm so in love, like
[Pre-Hook]
[Hook]
[Akon:]
Yeah, this for all my ladies
To all my ladies
See I'll give you what you want
And he'll give you what you don't
I'm the man of the year, you just the man of the month
A hundred stacks in the trunk, (he gon' do it)
She got a hundred packs in the dump, (he won't do it)
And she type to fuck with real niggas
And I'm the type that you want, (and you knew it)
I'm just out to getting money while these niggas need a loan
Why you fuckin' with these dummies, we need to be alone
Cause I'm wanting you, baby... So what it do?
Cause I wanna change your life, me and you
[Hook]
Stereotype lyrics - Chris Brown
Why are my hands bleeding?
I think I know why, I've been holding on
To the words from your every lie
Fool me once, shame on you, baby
Fool me twice, should have know that there would be problems girl
With you
But I thought
[Pre-Hook:]
You were different my baby
Now I see you're just like the rest
Thought you were different my baby
You've become my biggest regret
[Hook:]
I'd really hate to label you a stereotype
I'd really hate to label you a stereotype
I'd really hate to label you a stereotype
Stereotype, stere-stereotype
Stereotype, stere-stereotype
Stereotype, stere-stereotype
Stereotype, stere-stere-ere-ere-o
Can't blame you
You were only being yourself
I fell in love with someone that I barely knew, why?
Fool me once, shame on you, baby
Fool me twice, should have know that there would be problems girl
With you
But I thought
[Pre-Hook]
[Hook]
[Pre-Hook]
[Hook]
I think I know why, I've been holding on
To the words from your every lie
Fool me once, shame on you, baby
Fool me twice, should have know that there would be problems girl
With you
But I thought
[Pre-Hook:]
You were different my baby
Now I see you're just like the rest
Thought you were different my baby
You've become my biggest regret
[Hook:]
I'd really hate to label you a stereotype
I'd really hate to label you a stereotype
I'd really hate to label you a stereotype
Stereotype, stere-stereotype
Stereotype, stere-stereotype
Stereotype, stere-stereotype
Stereotype, stere-stere-ere-ere-o
Can't blame you
You were only being yourself
I fell in love with someone that I barely knew, why?
Fool me once, shame on you, baby
Fool me twice, should have know that there would be problems girl
With you
But I thought
[Pre-Hook]
[Hook]
[Pre-Hook]
[Hook]
Time For Love lyrics - Chris Brown
Oh yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah
Oh yeah
Go
This may be my last time, so I'm a do whatever
This may be my last chance, for me and you together
I can be your honeycomb (Your honeycomb)
And we can fly together
You're so sweet, I taste it baby
I just, I just
[Pre-Hook:]
I wanna see you putting it together like a number
Multiply the times we done took it all off
Or maybe, we should just add up our love
I know your heart, your kiss
Drives me crazy, babe
We don't gotta fake this shit when we're loving
Cause the other ones got it and they be lying about it
Can't live a day in our life
Just do what you you like
[Hook:]
Do what you like
Do what you like
Do what you like
Come on baby, It's your world I wanna live in, and I'm loving this feeling
Do what you like
Do what you like
Do what you like
Just like that, girl I know you like that
And we only got time to love
This won't be my last chance, so I'm a do whatever
It takes to get you out here
So I'm a be smooth and clever
Let me get in your comfort zone
Girl we can move together
Spinning 'round, I got you baby
I just, I just
[Pre-Hook]
[Hook x2]
Said we only got time (we only got time to love)
We, we only got time (we only got time to love)
To love, to love (we only got time to love)
[Hook x2]
Yeah, time to love
Said we only got time to love
Said we only got time to love, baby
Oh yeah, yeah
Oh yeah
Go
This may be my last time, so I'm a do whatever
This may be my last chance, for me and you together
I can be your honeycomb (Your honeycomb)
And we can fly together
You're so sweet, I taste it baby
I just, I just
[Pre-Hook:]
I wanna see you putting it together like a number
Multiply the times we done took it all off
Or maybe, we should just add up our love
I know your heart, your kiss
Drives me crazy, babe
We don't gotta fake this shit when we're loving
Cause the other ones got it and they be lying about it
Can't live a day in our life
Just do what you you like
[Hook:]
Do what you like
Do what you like
Do what you like
Come on baby, It's your world I wanna live in, and I'm loving this feeling
Do what you like
Do what you like
Do what you like
Just like that, girl I know you like that
And we only got time to love
This won't be my last chance, so I'm a do whatever
It takes to get you out here
So I'm a be smooth and clever
Let me get in your comfort zone
Girl we can move together
Spinning 'round, I got you baby
I just, I just
[Pre-Hook]
[Hook x2]
Said we only got time (we only got time to love)
We, we only got time (we only got time to love)
To love, to love (we only got time to love)
[Hook x2]
Yeah, time to love
Said we only got time to love
Said we only got time to love, baby
Lady In A Glass Dress (Interlude) lyrics - Chris Brown
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
Lady in the glass dress
Oo, oo
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
Lady in the glass dress
Oo, oo
Autumn Leaves lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Kendrick Lamar)
Yeah, baby, you, oh
Yeah, uh, uh
If you leave this time I fear that you'll be gone for good
So I hold on like leaves in fall to what is left
Said her father left her young and
He said he'll be back with that same tone that you just said you'll stay forever with
[Chorus:]
Oh, it seems that all the autumn leaves are falling
(Oh oh oh)
I feel like you're the only reason for it
(Oh)
All the things you do, all the things you do, all the things you do
All the things you do, all the things you do, all the things you do
It seems that you're the only reason for it
I've been bleeding in your silence
I feel safer in your valiance
I hold on like leaves in fall to what is left
Before I sleep I talk to God
He must be mad with me, it's karma
I'm confused who I'll spend my forever with
[Chorus]
[Kendrick Lamar:]
So the iceberg never broke
And I poked at it and I poked at it and I poked at it
And I poked and I poked and I poked at it
But it stayed stagnant then I poked at it some more, some more
And in my notepad, man I wrote and I wrote
If I don't have it, if I don't grab it
If it don't chip then a toe tag is, one last
I'mma hope, I'mma hope so iceberg don't float
If I do manage to do damage to you dammit
It'd be grand as ten Grammies or my granny still standing
With a note, a note that read "Granted, don't you panic."
When you make mistakes the most, the most
One day it'll make you grow, you grow
When you outlandish and you lose manners
To God you shall consult, consult
When the bright cameras are still cramming
In your face and it provoke, provoke
You to act mannish, just stay planted
Cause you reapin' what you sow
Keep positivity in your heart and
Keep a noose from 'round your throat and
When you get mad and when you poke at it
When you poke it at just know, man
The iceberg is a reflection of you when you re-new your vision
Just think if it had sunk Titanic, the fuck it would do to a critic, my nigga?
Yeah, yeah, tell me, when thugs cry do you hear 'em, Lord?
Do you hear 'em, Lord? Do you hear 'em?
And if my ship go down tell me who will abort?
And they won't let me live even when remorse that I give
When it gon' rejoice and forgive, tell me how I stay positive
When they never see good in me
Even though I got hood in me
Don't mean he won't redeem me, Lord
[Chorus]
Yeah, uh, uh
If you leave this time I fear that you'll be gone for good
So I hold on like leaves in fall to what is left
Said her father left her young and
He said he'll be back with that same tone that you just said you'll stay forever with
[Chorus:]
Oh, it seems that all the autumn leaves are falling
(Oh oh oh)
I feel like you're the only reason for it
(Oh)
All the things you do, all the things you do, all the things you do
All the things you do, all the things you do, all the things you do
It seems that you're the only reason for it
I've been bleeding in your silence
I feel safer in your valiance
I hold on like leaves in fall to what is left
Before I sleep I talk to God
He must be mad with me, it's karma
I'm confused who I'll spend my forever with
[Chorus]
[Kendrick Lamar:]
So the iceberg never broke
And I poked at it and I poked at it and I poked at it
And I poked and I poked and I poked at it
But it stayed stagnant then I poked at it some more, some more
And in my notepad, man I wrote and I wrote
If I don't have it, if I don't grab it
If it don't chip then a toe tag is, one last
I'mma hope, I'mma hope so iceberg don't float
If I do manage to do damage to you dammit
It'd be grand as ten Grammies or my granny still standing
With a note, a note that read "Granted, don't you panic."
When you make mistakes the most, the most
One day it'll make you grow, you grow
When you outlandish and you lose manners
To God you shall consult, consult
When the bright cameras are still cramming
In your face and it provoke, provoke
You to act mannish, just stay planted
Cause you reapin' what you sow
Keep positivity in your heart and
Keep a noose from 'round your throat and
When you get mad and when you poke at it
When you poke it at just know, man
The iceberg is a reflection of you when you re-new your vision
Just think if it had sunk Titanic, the fuck it would do to a critic, my nigga?
Yeah, yeah, tell me, when thugs cry do you hear 'em, Lord?
Do you hear 'em, Lord? Do you hear 'em?
And if my ship go down tell me who will abort?
And they won't let me live even when remorse that I give
When it gon' rejoice and forgive, tell me how I stay positive
When they never see good in me
Even though I got hood in me
Don't mean he won't redeem me, Lord
[Chorus]
Do Better lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Brandy)
[Chris Brown:]
I don't know why I even try
'Cause you don't want this no more
I would rather leave before I hurt you
And I would have died long ago if I didn't have my faith
I see you're starting to hate me
I see it in your face
My home don't feel like home
Just like my heart, it's empty
You changed the number on your phone
So when I call, you ain't gotta listen
And all your girls think that I ain't shit
And they the same ones lost in the club
Them bitches is basic
Now I'm number one that's lost in love
I can't take it
I'm on my knees
You're gonna see a grown man cry
I won't lie
I'm starting to hate me
A little more and more each day
I don't know me
It's like I can't get out of my own way
And you don't love me, you don't love me
If I knew better, I would do better
[Brandy:]
Looking at the names on your list and I can't find me
I'm deep underwater, are you gon' let me drown?
I see you're happy now
You're the life of the party, acting out
Ain't seen you in months, you ain't call me once
And all your boys say that I ain't shit
And they the same ones lost in the club
Them niggas is basic
And I'm the one who lost in love
And I can't take it
I'm on my knees
Don't you hate to see me cry?
I won't lie
I'm starting to hate me
A little more and more each day
I don't know me
It's like I can't get out of my own way
And you don't love me, you don't love me
If I knew better, I would do better
[Chris Brown & Brandy:]
Thinking 'bout you and I, thinking 'bout you and I
My heart's beating in slow motion knowing that it's over
Thoughts got me thinking 'bout suicide
Baby, this is do or die
When you told me it's over
Ain't no point in being sober
All I wanna do is fade away
I hope that God for forgive me
'Cause I know you ain't gon' miss me
Baby girl, I won't try to say my goodbyes
You ain't gotta shed a tear for me
Baby girl, don't cry
I'm starting to hate me
A little more and more each day
I don't know me
It's like I can't get out of my own way
And you don't love me, you don't love me
If I knew better, I would do better (I would do better, I would do better)
I would do better
I would do better
I would do better
I would do better
I would do better
I would do better
I would do better
I don't know why I even try
'Cause you don't want this no more
I would rather leave before I hurt you
And I would have died long ago if I didn't have my faith
I see you're starting to hate me
I see it in your face
My home don't feel like home
Just like my heart, it's empty
You changed the number on your phone
So when I call, you ain't gotta listen
And all your girls think that I ain't shit
And they the same ones lost in the club
Them bitches is basic
Now I'm number one that's lost in love
I can't take it
I'm on my knees
You're gonna see a grown man cry
I won't lie
I'm starting to hate me
A little more and more each day
I don't know me
It's like I can't get out of my own way
And you don't love me, you don't love me
If I knew better, I would do better
[Brandy:]
Looking at the names on your list and I can't find me
I'm deep underwater, are you gon' let me drown?
I see you're happy now
You're the life of the party, acting out
Ain't seen you in months, you ain't call me once
And all your boys say that I ain't shit
And they the same ones lost in the club
Them niggas is basic
And I'm the one who lost in love
And I can't take it
I'm on my knees
Don't you hate to see me cry?
I won't lie
I'm starting to hate me
A little more and more each day
I don't know me
It's like I can't get out of my own way
And you don't love me, you don't love me
If I knew better, I would do better
[Chris Brown & Brandy:]
Thinking 'bout you and I, thinking 'bout you and I
My heart's beating in slow motion knowing that it's over
Thoughts got me thinking 'bout suicide
Baby, this is do or die
When you told me it's over
Ain't no point in being sober
All I wanna do is fade away
I hope that God for forgive me
'Cause I know you ain't gon' miss me
Baby girl, I won't try to say my goodbyes
You ain't gotta shed a tear for me
Baby girl, don't cry
I'm starting to hate me
A little more and more each day
I don't know me
It's like I can't get out of my own way
And you don't love me, you don't love me
If I knew better, I would do better (I would do better, I would do better)
I would do better
I would do better
I would do better
I would do better
I would do better
I would do better
I would do better
See You Around lyrics - Chris Brown
You'd love another man
My heart is broken in two
She wears a ring on the other hand
She's scared to tell me the truth
But if you are leaving
I want you to know that
I shoulda loved you way more, way more
So, if this is the end of us now...
I'll see you around
I'll see you around
Around
You mean more to me than anything
And it hurts cause you don't love me
No, no, no, no
So I just wanna see you happy
No that you are comfortable
I think that I am losing my mind
It's crazy, cause we were so inseparable
Guess things change with time
Does he kiss and wipe away your tears
Does he tell you that there's nothing to fear
Oh, if I had a wishing well, I would have you right here
So, girl, if you are leaving
Baby, I want you to know that
I shoulda loved you way more, way more
So, if this is the end of us now...
I'll see you around
I'll see you around
Around
You mean more to me than anything
And it hurts cause you don't love me
No, no, no, no
So I just wanna see you happy
I didn't listen, you went missing
He has your heart now
I'm missing your kisses
Want it again
Don't leave me down
Wish I could keep you all to myself
I wanna work it out
But you moved on, I see it now
Oh, oh
Guess I'll see you around
My heart is broken in two
She wears a ring on the other hand
She's scared to tell me the truth
But if you are leaving
I want you to know that
I shoulda loved you way more, way more
So, if this is the end of us now...
I'll see you around
I'll see you around
Around
You mean more to me than anything
And it hurts cause you don't love me
No, no, no, no
So I just wanna see you happy
No that you are comfortable
I think that I am losing my mind
It's crazy, cause we were so inseparable
Guess things change with time
Does he kiss and wipe away your tears
Does he tell you that there's nothing to fear
Oh, if I had a wishing well, I would have you right here
So, girl, if you are leaving
Baby, I want you to know that
I shoulda loved you way more, way more
So, if this is the end of us now...
I'll see you around
I'll see you around
Around
You mean more to me than anything
And it hurts cause you don't love me
No, no, no, no
So I just wanna see you happy
I didn't listen, you went missing
He has your heart now
I'm missing your kisses
Want it again
Don't leave me down
Wish I could keep you all to myself
I wanna work it out
But you moved on, I see it now
Oh, oh
Guess I'll see you around
Don't Be Gone Too Long lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Ariana Grande)
[Verse 1: Chris Brown & Ariana Grande]
I dug a single seed into the ground
I hope it grows, grows
In a year or two if you're around
You'll see a rose, rose
Pack me up and keep me hidden somewhere, that you can find me
On this train to Paris going nowhere, draw the bridge behind me
[Hook: Chris Brown]
Don't be gone too long (too long)
Cause you won't be there to love me when you're gone
Don't be gone too long (too long)
Tell me who's gonna love me when you're gone
[Verse 2: Chris Brown & Ariana Grande]
Golden leaves are dancing on the ground
It's getting cold, cold
Safe from time, we'll be forever young
Never old, old
See upon a fire out in space, zooming up behind me
All the wonder written on your face
Was there inside me
[Hook: Chris Brown]
[Bridge x2: Chris Brown & Ariana Grande]
Bring it back to me, bring it back to me
Is it really over?
Bring it back to me, bring it back to me (baby don't worry)
Bring it back to me, bring it back to me
Is it really over?
Bring it back to me, bring it back to me
[Hook x2: Chris Brown & Ariana Grande]
I dug a single seed into the ground
I hope it grows, grows
In a year or two if you're around
You'll see a rose, rose
Pack me up and keep me hidden somewhere, that you can find me
On this train to Paris going nowhere, draw the bridge behind me
[Hook: Chris Brown]
Don't be gone too long (too long)
Cause you won't be there to love me when you're gone
Don't be gone too long (too long)
Tell me who's gonna love me when you're gone
[Verse 2: Chris Brown & Ariana Grande]
Golden leaves are dancing on the ground
It's getting cold, cold
Safe from time, we'll be forever young
Never old, old
See upon a fire out in space, zooming up behind me
All the wonder written on your face
Was there inside me
[Hook: Chris Brown]
[Bridge x2: Chris Brown & Ariana Grande]
Bring it back to me, bring it back to me
Is it really over?
Bring it back to me, bring it back to me (baby don't worry)
Bring it back to me, bring it back to me
Is it really over?
Bring it back to me, bring it back to me
[Hook x2: Chris Brown & Ariana Grande]
Body Shots lyrics - Chris Brown
Dim the lights
Where are the party girls, all my party girls
Living life with all these beautiful women
He don't do you right, I'll treat you better
Like you've never had it
I can see the big picture, you get the message
Let me tell you what we gon' do tonight
Champagne gon' get you right
I can tell you the freaky type, I just need the green light
Baby, let me set your body free, sun up to sun down
Kissing you, you kissing me
You know it's alright
[Hook:]
Girl I see you dancing
Tell the waiter to bring more shots over here
This one's for you girl
It's for you girl
Just for you girl
This one's for you girl
It's for you girl
Just for you girl
I'm about to do some body shots
Don't run away, what you running from
Know you wanna come with me
Let's run away tonight, together, forever baby
End the night like you never done before
Find my love, in the lights
Go away, the rays are on you now
I bet nobody ever did you better
Moving at the speed of sound
I'm tryna find your hidden treasure
Diving deep, girl I'm going down
[Hook]
Turn the fuck up!
Where are the party girls, all my party girls
Living life with all these beautiful women
He don't do you right, I'll treat you better
Like you've never had it
I can see the big picture, you get the message
Let me tell you what we gon' do tonight
Champagne gon' get you right
I can tell you the freaky type, I just need the green light
Baby, let me set your body free, sun up to sun down
Kissing you, you kissing me
You know it's alright
[Hook:]
Girl I see you dancing
Tell the waiter to bring more shots over here
This one's for you girl
It's for you girl
Just for you girl
This one's for you girl
It's for you girl
Just for you girl
I'm about to do some body shots
Don't run away, what you running from
Know you wanna come with me
Let's run away tonight, together, forever baby
End the night like you never done before
Find my love, in the lights
Go away, the rays are on you now
I bet nobody ever did you better
Moving at the speed of sound
I'm tryna find your hidden treasure
Diving deep, girl I'm going down
[Hook]
Turn the fuck up!
Drunk Texting lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Jhené Aiko)
[Chris Brown & Jhene Aiko:]
Said I'm all up in my feelings
Doubled up on this shot
Got me feeling some type of way told you I hate you I don't mean it
And the only thing that I got
Is the pain that you've been feeding
Faded, faded, faded, all because of you
Now my current situation, trying not to think of you, not to break the rules
Why's it always happen, when I get this way?
Just can't stop myself, so baby tonight
[Hook - Chris Brown & Jhene Aiko:]
I'm blowing up your line
I got you on my mind
And the truth is hard to fight, so I'll be
I'll be drunk texting, drunk texting, drunk texting you
Drunk texting, drunk texting you
Yeah baby I'll be drunk texting, drunk texting, drunk texting you
Drunk texting, drunk texting you
[Chris Brown (Jhene Aiko):]
Drunk texting you
(Drunk texting you)
Drunk texting you
(Drunk texting you)
[Chris Brown & Jhene Aiko:]
I'm looking at my phone thinking
Am I gonna hit send or nah?
It's gonna be one of them mornings when I wake up and regret it
If Ion get no reply
I don't wanna make it obvious that I'm faded, faded, faded
Off a drink or two
And you know how it goes, this ain't nothing new
Why's it always happen, when I get this way?
No I just can't stop myself, so baby tonight
[Hook]
[Chris Brown (Jhene Aiko):]
Intoxicated (Intoxicated)
That's when I think of you the most
But after the toast, anything goes
When I put my pride aside
(I'll be doing the most)
Doing the most
[Chris Brown & Jhene Aiko:]
I done spent 1, 2, 3 AM, thinkin' about you
Don't wanna be without you, cause I'm on the liquid courage
I hope this shit is worth it, cause if it ain't then it's all bad, all bad.
So baby tonight
[Hook]
[Chris Brown & Jhene Aiko:]
If by chance you're laying next to someone else right now
I hope it's the worst sex ever
Hope it's the worst sex ever
Said I'm all up in my feelings
Doubled up on this shot
Got me feeling some type of way told you I hate you I don't mean it
And the only thing that I got
Is the pain that you've been feeding
Faded, faded, faded, all because of you
Now my current situation, trying not to think of you, not to break the rules
Why's it always happen, when I get this way?
Just can't stop myself, so baby tonight
[Hook - Chris Brown & Jhene Aiko:]
I'm blowing up your line
I got you on my mind
And the truth is hard to fight, so I'll be
I'll be drunk texting, drunk texting, drunk texting you
Drunk texting, drunk texting you
Yeah baby I'll be drunk texting, drunk texting, drunk texting you
Drunk texting, drunk texting you
[Chris Brown (Jhene Aiko):]
Drunk texting you
(Drunk texting you)
Drunk texting you
(Drunk texting you)
[Chris Brown & Jhene Aiko:]
I'm looking at my phone thinking
Am I gonna hit send or nah?
It's gonna be one of them mornings when I wake up and regret it
If Ion get no reply
I don't wanna make it obvious that I'm faded, faded, faded
Off a drink or two
And you know how it goes, this ain't nothing new
Why's it always happen, when I get this way?
No I just can't stop myself, so baby tonight
[Hook]
[Chris Brown (Jhene Aiko):]
Intoxicated (Intoxicated)
That's when I think of you the most
But after the toast, anything goes
When I put my pride aside
(I'll be doing the most)
Doing the most
[Chris Brown & Jhene Aiko:]
I done spent 1, 2, 3 AM, thinkin' about you
Don't wanna be without you, cause I'm on the liquid courage
I hope this shit is worth it, cause if it ain't then it's all bad, all bad.
So baby tonight
[Hook]
[Chris Brown & Jhene Aiko:]
If by chance you're laying next to someone else right now
I hope it's the worst sex ever
Hope it's the worst sex ever
Lost In Ya Love lyrics - Chris Brown
(Can you hear me now?)
Yeah
Sweet like honey dew
I love it when you come around
It's just me and you, girl
And you
[Pre-Chorus:]
Her fragrance turns me on
Her skin's so soft, oh
I just wanna hold you
All night and day
And we got all the time, girl
So come a little closer
Cause I just wanna hold you
All night and day
I'm thinking 'bout you all day, all night
I'm holding on tight
Baby I just can't let you go
[Chorus x2:]
I get lost in ya love
I get wrapped in the words you say
I get lost in the love we make
I even fall hard for the games you play
Baby, you're the truth
I wanna talk about your loving
I'm so connected to you
I want it all, I need it all from you girl
You're my only one and you know that
I hold it down cause I own that
Too much history, we go way back
Its so personal and we got that
[Pre-Chorus]
[Chorus x2]
Run it back, run it back, run it back
Oh, this my favorite song
And shout out to the DJ
Cause he gon' play this record all night long
[Pre-Chorus]
[Chorus x2]
Yeah
Sweet like honey dew
I love it when you come around
It's just me and you, girl
And you
[Pre-Chorus:]
Her fragrance turns me on
Her skin's so soft, oh
I just wanna hold you
All night and day
And we got all the time, girl
So come a little closer
Cause I just wanna hold you
All night and day
I'm thinking 'bout you all day, all night
I'm holding on tight
Baby I just can't let you go
[Chorus x2:]
I get lost in ya love
I get wrapped in the words you say
I get lost in the love we make
I even fall hard for the games you play
Baby, you're the truth
I wanna talk about your loving
I'm so connected to you
I want it all, I need it all from you girl
You're my only one and you know that
I hold it down cause I own that
Too much history, we go way back
Its so personal and we got that
[Pre-Chorus]
[Chorus x2]
Run it back, run it back, run it back
Oh, this my favorite song
And shout out to the DJ
Cause he gon' play this record all night long
[Pre-Chorus]
[Chorus x2]
Love More lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Nicki Minaj)
'Til we get it
I'm a get it
'Til we get it
'Til we get it
I'm a get it
'Til we get it
You say all you need is consistent love
When I try I swear it's never enough
I messed up
Maybe this thing here just ain't meant for us
Baby, you let go
And I'll pull you back
I let go
You ain't having that
We do it like rock stars
Sexing in my hotel room and we so loud
Higher than a smoke cloud
Shades on doing 95 with the top down
I might sound crazy
'Cause we be going back and forth
One minute I hate you then I love you
That's how it is
'Til we get it right we gon' pop some more
('til we get it)
I'mma get it (I'mma get it)
'Til we get it ('til we get it)
'Til we get it right we gon' pop some more
(I'mma get it)
I'mma get it ('til we get it)
'Til we get it (I'mma get it)
(turn up)
Why is it all so complicated
Baby, this should be simple
It's driving me mental
When you back it up
It really drives me crazy
And you know what I'm into
Make me forget what we arguing about
We do it like rock stars
Sexing in my hotel room and we so loud
Higher than a smoke cloud
Shades on doing 95 with the top down
I might sound crazy
'Cause we be going back and forth
One minute I hate you then I love you
That's how it is
'Til we get it right we gon' pop some more
('til we get it)
I'mma get it (I'mma get it)
'Til we get it ('til we get it) we get it right
'Til we get it right we gon' pop some more
(I'mma get it)
I'mma get it ('til we get it)
'Til we get it (I'mma get it)
(turn up)
[Nicki Minaj:]
Yo
He don't know me
But he settin' up to blow me uh
Said my Twitter picture 'mind him of Naomi uh
On the low I used to holler at his homie uh
Fuck it, now I'm about to ride him like a pony, yeah
Okay thug probably
Yo come Polly
He wanna fuck a bad dolly and pop Molly
I hope your pockets got a motherfucking pot belly
Or is it that you never ball John Salley
He had the Rolls and the Royce
The tone in his voice
Don't want a good girl
Naw hoes is his choice
Dick on H
Pussy on W
Mouth on open
Ass on smother you
Ass on the cover too Elle Magazine
Vroom vroom vroom get gasoline
Could I be your wife?
Naw we could bang though
I got these niggas whipped
Call me Django
'Til we get it right we gon' pop some more
('til we get it)
I'mma get it (I'mma get it) I'm a get it
'Til we get it ('til we get it)
'Til we get it right we gon' pop some more
(I'mma get it)
I'mma get it ('til we get it)
'Til we get it (I'mma get it)
I'm a get it
'Til we get it
'Til we get it
I'm a get it
'Til we get it
You say all you need is consistent love
When I try I swear it's never enough
I messed up
Maybe this thing here just ain't meant for us
Baby, you let go
And I'll pull you back
I let go
You ain't having that
We do it like rock stars
Sexing in my hotel room and we so loud
Higher than a smoke cloud
Shades on doing 95 with the top down
I might sound crazy
'Cause we be going back and forth
One minute I hate you then I love you
That's how it is
'Til we get it right we gon' pop some more
('til we get it)
I'mma get it (I'mma get it)
'Til we get it ('til we get it)
'Til we get it right we gon' pop some more
(I'mma get it)
I'mma get it ('til we get it)
'Til we get it (I'mma get it)
(turn up)
Why is it all so complicated
Baby, this should be simple
It's driving me mental
When you back it up
It really drives me crazy
And you know what I'm into
Make me forget what we arguing about
We do it like rock stars
Sexing in my hotel room and we so loud
Higher than a smoke cloud
Shades on doing 95 with the top down
I might sound crazy
'Cause we be going back and forth
One minute I hate you then I love you
That's how it is
'Til we get it right we gon' pop some more
('til we get it)
I'mma get it (I'mma get it)
'Til we get it ('til we get it) we get it right
'Til we get it right we gon' pop some more
(I'mma get it)
I'mma get it ('til we get it)
'Til we get it (I'mma get it)
(turn up)
[Nicki Minaj:]
Yo
He don't know me
But he settin' up to blow me uh
Said my Twitter picture 'mind him of Naomi uh
On the low I used to holler at his homie uh
Fuck it, now I'm about to ride him like a pony, yeah
Okay thug probably
Yo come Polly
He wanna fuck a bad dolly and pop Molly
I hope your pockets got a motherfucking pot belly
Or is it that you never ball John Salley
He had the Rolls and the Royce
The tone in his voice
Don't want a good girl
Naw hoes is his choice
Dick on H
Pussy on W
Mouth on open
Ass on smother you
Ass on the cover too Elle Magazine
Vroom vroom vroom get gasoline
Could I be your wife?
Naw we could bang though
I got these niggas whipped
Call me Django
'Til we get it right we gon' pop some more
('til we get it)
I'mma get it (I'mma get it) I'm a get it
'Til we get it ('til we get it)
'Til we get it right we gon' pop some more
(I'mma get it)
I'mma get it ('til we get it)
'Til we get it (I'mma get it)
Don't Think They Know lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Aaliyah)
[Chorus: Aaliyah]
I don't think they know the truth
Say it ain't so (A-A-to the L-I-Y-A-H)
I don't think they know, how could they know
I don't think they know the truth
Say it ain't so
I don't think they know, how could they know
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Don't let them tell you any different
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
They don't know about us, they don't know about it
I owe it all to you
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
They don't know about us, they don't know about it
And as much as I messed up, always give me your best love
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
They don't know about us, they don't know about it
Sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve you
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
They don't know about us, they don't know about it
[Bridge:]
They gon' talk about it (gon' talk about it)
Gon' try to change your mind about it
Gon' tell you things you don't wanna hear
But we good. (Don't worry 'bout it)
So when they talk about (they talk about it)
Just let 'em know we already got it
Just tell 'em that we gon' work at it, we good (Don't worry 'bout it)
[Chorus: Aaliyah]
I don't think they know the truth
Say it ain't so
I don't think they know, how could they know
I don't think they know the truth
Say it ain't so
I don't think they know, how could they know
[Chris Brown]
Don't listen to (How could they know)
What people say (How could they know)
They don't know about (How could they know)
'Bout you and me (How could they know)
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
At my best you loved me
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
They don't know about us, they don't know about it
Even though at my worse
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
They don't know about us, they don't know about it
And I know that it's different, feels like we're best friends
We're connected
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
They don't know about us, they don't know about it
What did I do to deserve you
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
They don't know about us, they don't know about it
[Bridge:]
They gon' talk about it (gon' talk about it)
Gon' try to change your mind about it
Gon' tell you things you don't wanna hear
But we good. (Don't worry 'bout it)
So when they talk about (they talk about it)
Just let 'em know we already got it
Just tell 'em that we gon' work at it, we good (Don't worry 'bout it)
[Chorus: Aaliyah]
I don't think they know the truth
Say it ain't so
I don't think they know, how could they know
I don't think they know the truth
Say it ain't so
I don't think they know, how could they know
[Chris Brown]
Don't listen to (How could they know)
What people say (How could they know)
They don't know about (How could they know)
'Bout you and me (How could they know)
[Verse 3: Aaliyah]
How could they know [x4]
Thank you for the autographs
And the cheers over the years
You stood by me, you didn't doubt me
I think you want some more
I do more than sing
I model now
Actin' now
Plus I got my own movie now
After all the awards
That they gave me
You stood by me
You didn't play me, you didn't doubt me
Think you want some more
I truly believe that if it wasn't my for you
I don't know what I would do (ooh)
[Chorus: Aaliyah]
I don't think they know the truth
Say it ain't so
I don't think they know, how could they know
I don't think they know the truth
Say it ain't so
I don't think they know, how could they know
[Chris Brown]
Don't listen to (How could they know)
What people say (How could they know)
They don't know about (How could they know)
'Bout you and me (How could they know)
I don't think they know the truth
Say it ain't so (A-A-to the L-I-Y-A-H)
I don't think they know, how could they know
I don't think they know the truth
Say it ain't so
I don't think they know, how could they know
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Don't let them tell you any different
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
They don't know about us, they don't know about it
I owe it all to you
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
They don't know about us, they don't know about it
And as much as I messed up, always give me your best love
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
They don't know about us, they don't know about it
Sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve you
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
They don't know about us, they don't know about it
[Bridge:]
They gon' talk about it (gon' talk about it)
Gon' try to change your mind about it
Gon' tell you things you don't wanna hear
But we good. (Don't worry 'bout it)
So when they talk about (they talk about it)
Just let 'em know we already got it
Just tell 'em that we gon' work at it, we good (Don't worry 'bout it)
[Chorus: Aaliyah]
I don't think they know the truth
Say it ain't so
I don't think they know, how could they know
I don't think they know the truth
Say it ain't so
I don't think they know, how could they know
[Chris Brown]
Don't listen to (How could they know)
What people say (How could they know)
They don't know about (How could they know)
'Bout you and me (How could they know)
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
At my best you loved me
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
They don't know about us, they don't know about it
Even though at my worse
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
They don't know about us, they don't know about it
And I know that it's different, feels like we're best friends
We're connected
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
They don't know about us, they don't know about it
What did I do to deserve you
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
They don't know about us, they don't know about it
[Bridge:]
They gon' talk about it (gon' talk about it)
Gon' try to change your mind about it
Gon' tell you things you don't wanna hear
But we good. (Don't worry 'bout it)
So when they talk about (they talk about it)
Just let 'em know we already got it
Just tell 'em that we gon' work at it, we good (Don't worry 'bout it)
[Chorus: Aaliyah]
I don't think they know the truth
Say it ain't so
I don't think they know, how could they know
I don't think they know the truth
Say it ain't so
I don't think they know, how could they know
[Chris Brown]
Don't listen to (How could they know)
What people say (How could they know)
They don't know about (How could they know)
'Bout you and me (How could they know)
[Verse 3: Aaliyah]
How could they know [x4]
Thank you for the autographs
And the cheers over the years
You stood by me, you didn't doubt me
I think you want some more
I do more than sing
I model now
Actin' now
Plus I got my own movie now
After all the awards
That they gave me
You stood by me
You didn't play me, you didn't doubt me
Think you want some more
I truly believe that if it wasn't my for you
I don't know what I would do (ooh)
[Chorus: Aaliyah]
I don't think they know the truth
Say it ain't so
I don't think they know, how could they know
I don't think they know the truth
Say it ain't so
I don't think they know, how could they know
[Chris Brown]
Don't listen to (How could they know)
What people say (How could they know)
They don't know about (How could they know)
'Bout you and me (How could they know)
Fine China lyrics - Chris Brown
Owww (oww, oww)
Ho (ho, ho)
Owww (oww, oww)
[Verse 1:]
Baby (baby, baby), does he do it for ya? (for ya, for ya)
When he's finished, does he step back and adore ya? (adore ya, adore ya)
I just gotta know (knowww) 'cause your time is money and I won't let him waste it (waste it, waste it)
Oh no no (no no)
(Owwwww)
Baby (baby baby), just go with it (with it, with it)
'Cause when you're with me I can't explain it
It's just different (different, different)
We can take it slow (slowwww) or act like you're my girl, let's skip the basics (basics, basics)
Wwwhoaa ohhh no
He's so replaceable (replaceable)
You're worth the chase you're putting on
[Chorus:]
It's alright (it's alright),
I'm not dangerous (I'm not dangerous)
When you're mine (mineee),
I'll be generous
You're irreplaceable
Collectible (collectible)
Just like fine China (China)
[Verse 2:]
Favorite (favorite, favorite). You're my favorite (favorite, favorite).
It's like all the girls around me don't have faces (faces, faces).
And the saying goes
"Life is just a game" but I'm not playin', wwhoaaa ohhh
He's so replaceable (replaceable)
Woo hoo (woo hoo)
You're worth the chase, you're puttin' up.
[Chorus: x2]
It's alright (yeah) (girl),
I'm not dangerous (I'm not dangerous)
When you're mine (woo) (girl),
I'll be generous
(You are) (You are, you are, you are)
You're irreplaceable
Collectible (just like)
Just like fine China (China)
[Bridge:]
Took me awhile to find your love (hey, hey)
Ain't no amount of time in this world (ho, ho)
Save me a lot of time and just love me (hey, hey)
Feel it, baby, feel it in your soul
Are you ready? (Ohhh)
I know your heart's been telling you you belong to me (ha ha ha), ah nah nah no.
[Chorus:]
It's alright (yeah, wooooo)
I'm not dangerous (dangerous)
(Ha) When you're mine (woo),
I'll be generous (ahhh ooo)
You're irreplaceable
Collectible (collectibleee),
Just like fine China (Chinaa ohhh oh)
Ho (ho, ho)
Owww (oww, oww)
[Verse 1:]
Baby (baby, baby), does he do it for ya? (for ya, for ya)
When he's finished, does he step back and adore ya? (adore ya, adore ya)
I just gotta know (knowww) 'cause your time is money and I won't let him waste it (waste it, waste it)
Oh no no (no no)
(Owwwww)
Baby (baby baby), just go with it (with it, with it)
'Cause when you're with me I can't explain it
It's just different (different, different)
We can take it slow (slowwww) or act like you're my girl, let's skip the basics (basics, basics)
Wwwhoaa ohhh no
He's so replaceable (replaceable)
You're worth the chase you're putting on
[Chorus:]
It's alright (it's alright),
I'm not dangerous (I'm not dangerous)
When you're mine (mineee),
I'll be generous
You're irreplaceable
Collectible (collectible)
Just like fine China (China)
[Verse 2:]
Favorite (favorite, favorite). You're my favorite (favorite, favorite).
It's like all the girls around me don't have faces (faces, faces).
And the saying goes
"Life is just a game" but I'm not playin', wwhoaaa ohhh
He's so replaceable (replaceable)
Woo hoo (woo hoo)
You're worth the chase, you're puttin' up.
[Chorus: x2]
It's alright (yeah) (girl),
I'm not dangerous (I'm not dangerous)
When you're mine (woo) (girl),
I'll be generous
(You are) (You are, you are, you are)
You're irreplaceable
Collectible (just like)
Just like fine China (China)
[Bridge:]
Took me awhile to find your love (hey, hey)
Ain't no amount of time in this world (ho, ho)
Save me a lot of time and just love me (hey, hey)
Feel it, baby, feel it in your soul
Are you ready? (Ohhh)
I know your heart's been telling you you belong to me (ha ha ha), ah nah nah no.
[Chorus:]
It's alright (yeah, wooooo)
I'm not dangerous (dangerous)
(Ha) When you're mine (woo),
I'll be generous (ahhh ooo)
You're irreplaceable
Collectible (collectibleee),
Just like fine China (Chinaa ohhh oh)
No Lights lyrics - Chris Brown
It feels like I'm ready to dance, aw baby
So we can move right to the rhythm of love
Ooh that dress is so fancy, yeah
And girl I hope you don't mine taking it off
(Take it off now girl)
Don't rest right tonight gotta place in my reserve for two
(Show you right)
Girl, no need to run from me
Cause every night could change your life I promise you
Don't be afraid of the dark baby
Just look at the disco ball
We don't need no lights
Ooh girl join me
We can get it till 4, 5, 6 in the morning
You gon' feel alright
You dancing, extra horny
You dancing like you drunk
Like you drunk
Put your hands to the ceiling
I want you to feel it all night long
I'm a rock your body back and forth
I'm committed, to make you my business
And I'll be rocking all night long
Don't rest right tonight gotta place in my reserve for two
(Show you right)
Girl, no need to run from me
Cause every night could change your life I promise you
Don't be afraid of the dark baby
Just look at the disco ball
We don't need no lights
Ooh girl join me
We can get it till 4, 5, 6 in the morning
You gon' feel alright
You dancing, extra horny
You dancing like you drunk
Like you drunk
Ooh girl you know I need you close
It ain't no one else in this room but me and you
And baby if you ready, I'll take you if you let me
And we gon' have a hell of a night
And you gon' have the time of your life
Yeah baby, girl
Ohh baby, let's get crazy
Let's get faded
Don't rest right tonight gotta place in my reserve for two
(Show you right)
Girl, no need to run from me
Cause every night could change your life I promise you
Don't be afraid of the dark baby
Just look at the disco ball
We don't need no lights
Ooh girl join me
We can get it till 4, 5, 6 in the morning
You gon' feel alright
You dancing, extra horny
You dancing like you drunk
Like you drunk
We don't need no lights
Ooh girl join me
We can get it till 4, 5, 6 in the morning
You gon' feel alright
You dancing, extra horny
You dancing like you drunk
Like you drunk
Alright
Feel good don't it
Feel good don't it
Haha
So we can move right to the rhythm of love
Ooh that dress is so fancy, yeah
And girl I hope you don't mine taking it off
(Take it off now girl)
Don't rest right tonight gotta place in my reserve for two
(Show you right)
Girl, no need to run from me
Cause every night could change your life I promise you
Don't be afraid of the dark baby
Just look at the disco ball
We don't need no lights
Ooh girl join me
We can get it till 4, 5, 6 in the morning
You gon' feel alright
You dancing, extra horny
You dancing like you drunk
Like you drunk
Put your hands to the ceiling
I want you to feel it all night long
I'm a rock your body back and forth
I'm committed, to make you my business
And I'll be rocking all night long
Don't rest right tonight gotta place in my reserve for two
(Show you right)
Girl, no need to run from me
Cause every night could change your life I promise you
Don't be afraid of the dark baby
Just look at the disco ball
We don't need no lights
Ooh girl join me
We can get it till 4, 5, 6 in the morning
You gon' feel alright
You dancing, extra horny
You dancing like you drunk
Like you drunk
Ooh girl you know I need you close
It ain't no one else in this room but me and you
And baby if you ready, I'll take you if you let me
And we gon' have a hell of a night
And you gon' have the time of your life
Yeah baby, girl
Ohh baby, let's get crazy
Let's get faded
Don't rest right tonight gotta place in my reserve for two
(Show you right)
Girl, no need to run from me
Cause every night could change your life I promise you
Don't be afraid of the dark baby
Just look at the disco ball
We don't need no lights
Ooh girl join me
We can get it till 4, 5, 6 in the morning
You gon' feel alright
You dancing, extra horny
You dancing like you drunk
Like you drunk
We don't need no lights
Ooh girl join me
We can get it till 4, 5, 6 in the morning
You gon' feel alright
You dancing, extra horny
You dancing like you drunk
Like you drunk
Alright
Feel good don't it
Feel good don't it
Haha
EP: "X Files" (2013)
- War For You lyrics - Chris Brown
- Waiting lyrics - Chris Brown
- Sweet Caroline lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Busta Rhymes)
- Fantasy 2 lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Ludacris)
- Main Chick lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Kid Ink)
War For You lyrics - Chris Brown
Step one: I could be your man
You can call me daddy when we're fuckin' in the sand
Step two: Let's go for a ride, baby
Better hold still, I'll drive baby
Step three: I'll be in these streets
Throwing up the west side
Checking up the b's
And they can't take away my pride
They just can't take away my pride
(Till they bury me)
Look into my eyes, and see what I see
You're a mind reader, it's just you and me
[Hook:]
I'm ready to go to war for you
I'm a be a warrior, I'm a make sure you're safe with me
I be smoking that cali
And baby me and you can fly
Think it over one more time
Yeah, just one more time
Yo I'm just a little nigga from a small town
I try to keep a small circle, but the fuck
Niggas always tryna come around
Bad bitches on deck, I'm about to bring em out
You niggas writing bad checks
I make her booty bounce
15 years old I was riding in a Lamborghini
Now I'm 24, got a bigger fuckin' Lamborghini
Two doors up, like I'm two floors up
It's kill or be killed nigga
Either you or us
But I keep it moving like a U-hall truck
This adolescence, had me stressing, I was too fucked up, I'm gone
What's the point of you having a crown if you
Ain't got a throne
If you king you need a queen, now I'm gone
Look into my eyes, and see what I see
You're a mind reader, it's just you and me
[Hook:]
I'm ready to go to war for you
I'm a be a warrior, I'm a make sure you're safe with me
I be smoking that cali
And baby me and you can fly
Think it over one more time
Just one more time
[Outro:]
I just need you one more time
(Do it! Can we do it baby?) One more time
(Do it) One more time
One more time
Baby if we do it, it's gonna change our lives
It's kinda late get some sleep
I'll drive ya, around the world
[Hook: x2]
I'm ready to go to war for you
I'm a be a warrior, I'm a make sure you're safe with me
I be smoking that cali
And baby me and you can fly
Think it over one more time
Just one more time
You can call me daddy when we're fuckin' in the sand
Step two: Let's go for a ride, baby
Better hold still, I'll drive baby
Step three: I'll be in these streets
Throwing up the west side
Checking up the b's
And they can't take away my pride
They just can't take away my pride
(Till they bury me)
Look into my eyes, and see what I see
You're a mind reader, it's just you and me
[Hook:]
I'm ready to go to war for you
I'm a be a warrior, I'm a make sure you're safe with me
I be smoking that cali
And baby me and you can fly
Think it over one more time
Yeah, just one more time
Yo I'm just a little nigga from a small town
I try to keep a small circle, but the fuck
Niggas always tryna come around
Bad bitches on deck, I'm about to bring em out
You niggas writing bad checks
I make her booty bounce
15 years old I was riding in a Lamborghini
Now I'm 24, got a bigger fuckin' Lamborghini
Two doors up, like I'm two floors up
It's kill or be killed nigga
Either you or us
But I keep it moving like a U-hall truck
This adolescence, had me stressing, I was too fucked up, I'm gone
What's the point of you having a crown if you
Ain't got a throne
If you king you need a queen, now I'm gone
Look into my eyes, and see what I see
You're a mind reader, it's just you and me
[Hook:]
I'm ready to go to war for you
I'm a be a warrior, I'm a make sure you're safe with me
I be smoking that cali
And baby me and you can fly
Think it over one more time
Just one more time
[Outro:]
I just need you one more time
(Do it! Can we do it baby?) One more time
(Do it) One more time
One more time
Baby if we do it, it's gonna change our lives
It's kinda late get some sleep
I'll drive ya, around the world
[Hook: x2]
I'm ready to go to war for you
I'm a be a warrior, I'm a make sure you're safe with me
I be smoking that cali
And baby me and you can fly
Think it over one more time
Just one more time
Waiting Chris Brown
[Verse 1:]
Baby I just had a long day
I know you done seen my missed calls
I done called you a thousand times
I guess you out clubbing, baby
I'm not gon' trip, not gon' say shit
She gon' ask me why
She know I'm hiding all this pain inside
But she never see a nigga cry
[Hook:]
Back and forth with the games
Girl, you played me
This ain't what I wanted
She say she only wanna party
Cause she in love with everybody
[Chorus:]
I said baby
Look what you do to me
Girl, I've gone crazy
And you just got me waiting
I'm just waiting for you
I said baby
Look what you do to me
Girl, I've gone crazy
And you just got me waiting
I'm just waiting for you
[Verse 2:]
I'm on a one on one
Lamborghini speeding on the highway that's suicide
I'm tryna follow you
I'm scared
You with your girls
It's your night out
Stressing got me looking like a night owl
You a star now, all up on tv
I made you famous cause I put you in the streets
[Hook:]
Back and forth with the games
Girl, you played me
This ain't what I wanted
She say she only wanna party
Cause she in love with everybody
[Chorus:]
I said baby
Look what you do to me
Girl, I've gone crazy
And you just got me waiting
I'm just waiting for you
I said baby
Look what you do to me
Girl, I've gone crazy
And you just got me waiting
I'm just waiting for you
[Bridge:]
I don't want you to leave
Baby, sit down and listen
Let me love ya
That's all I ever wanted to do
Oh na na
And I made you cry a thousand times
When I went missing
Sorry I hurt you
I just want you to know that
I love you
[Hook:]
Back and forth with the games
Girl, you played me
This ain't what I wanted
She say she only wanna party
Cause she in love with everybody
[Chorus:]
I said baby
Look what you do to me
Girl, I've gone crazy
And you just got me waiting
I'm just waiting for you
I said baby
Look what you do to me
Girl, I've gone crazy
And you just got me waiting
I'm just waiting for you
Baby I just had a long day
I know you done seen my missed calls
I done called you a thousand times
I guess you out clubbing, baby
I'm not gon' trip, not gon' say shit
She gon' ask me why
She know I'm hiding all this pain inside
But she never see a nigga cry
[Hook:]
Back and forth with the games
Girl, you played me
This ain't what I wanted
She say she only wanna party
Cause she in love with everybody
[Chorus:]
I said baby
Look what you do to me
Girl, I've gone crazy
And you just got me waiting
I'm just waiting for you
I said baby
Look what you do to me
Girl, I've gone crazy
And you just got me waiting
I'm just waiting for you
[Verse 2:]
I'm on a one on one
Lamborghini speeding on the highway that's suicide
I'm tryna follow you
I'm scared
You with your girls
It's your night out
Stressing got me looking like a night owl
You a star now, all up on tv
I made you famous cause I put you in the streets
[Hook:]
Back and forth with the games
Girl, you played me
This ain't what I wanted
She say she only wanna party
Cause she in love with everybody
[Chorus:]
I said baby
Look what you do to me
Girl, I've gone crazy
And you just got me waiting
I'm just waiting for you
I said baby
Look what you do to me
Girl, I've gone crazy
And you just got me waiting
I'm just waiting for you
[Bridge:]
I don't want you to leave
Baby, sit down and listen
Let me love ya
That's all I ever wanted to do
Oh na na
And I made you cry a thousand times
When I went missing
Sorry I hurt you
I just want you to know that
I love you
[Hook:]
Back and forth with the games
Girl, you played me
This ain't what I wanted
She say she only wanna party
Cause she in love with everybody
[Chorus:]
I said baby
Look what you do to me
Girl, I've gone crazy
And you just got me waiting
I'm just waiting for you
I said baby
Look what you do to me
Girl, I've gone crazy
And you just got me waiting
I'm just waiting for you
Sweet Caroline lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Busta Rhymes)
[Verse 1:]
Oh mother, sweet Caroline
Feels like you shot me with a 38 or a 45
And my hearts bleeding baby
Can't feel my legs I'm paralyzed
I know you just in it for the moment
So I'll enjoyed the ride
[Hook:]
Eyes start rolling in
The back of my head
Girl I'm already gone
I can see all of nothing
What's happening
Can't even look at your face
Girl I'm fading away
Girl your drug is automatic
[Chorus:]
Higher than a fan
One sip of that, lights out
I'm just floating above the clouds
It really feels like life
Sweet love of mine
Ohh
You're my sweet Caroline
My sweet Caroline
[Verse 2:]
Oh baby I'm down
As long as you do the same
I'll try the same shit
Right now, Right now
Baby tell me when you start to feel it
Damn ya fine
Yeah baby
Just let go of all the emotion
All the emotion
Just let it out
Flow with me
[Hook:]
Eyes start rolling in
The back of my head
Girl I'm already gone
I can see all of nothing
What's happening
Can't even look at your face
Girl I'm fading away
Girl your drug is automatic
[Chorus:]
Higher than a fan
One sip of that, lights out
I'm just floating above the clouds
It really feels like life
Sweet love of mine
Ohh
You're my sweet Caroline
My sweet Caroline
[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
Here I go
When I step up in the spot like another block
When the nigga drop stop, you ain't even got a clue
Regularly man, a man that need to be seen
Medically tell me what you really wanna do
Generally niggas think they better than me boo
Niggas really tryna put they foot up in my shoe
That's right I'm independent, I don't really understand it
That's when I let 'em down, I'm tryna get a better view
Genuinely see the way I regularly choose
Whack niggas bitch, I'm up to legendary view
Something from benal they already really knew
Instead of tryna fuck you need to get a better crew
Lights out, switch, I came up real close
Didn't know I back down, I don't wanna let it go
Damn folks, Shawty wanna stand close
When a nigga bang those and I really blow
I didn't really wanna knew it
Then what? He gets a nigga that be flowing like a fluid
And I can damage a nigga, get every time on that, nigga
Get up on, it's nothing
We know the thing, we really do it
And ain't nothing really to it
Pull up, stop
How bout a drop top? Then I'm out, I got my glock cocked
It's always you that's over here
You not hop on the mic on a wrong black knock
Ya'll niggas know what it is
And you know the way I put it down for em
That's right, got em loose
And it ain't nothing baby girl,
You can see the grap on em
Now ya'll don't really want to get a better note
Fireworks, nigga I be givin em a show
Let me chill though I really met a pretty little hoe
Make her bounce on me but a nigga gotta go
[Chorus:]
Higher than a fan
One sip of that, lights out
I'm just floating above the clouds
It really feels like life
Sweet love of mine
Ohh
You're my sweet Caroline
My sweet Caroline
Oh mother, sweet Caroline
Feels like you shot me with a 38 or a 45
And my hearts bleeding baby
Can't feel my legs I'm paralyzed
I know you just in it for the moment
So I'll enjoyed the ride
[Hook:]
Eyes start rolling in
The back of my head
Girl I'm already gone
I can see all of nothing
What's happening
Can't even look at your face
Girl I'm fading away
Girl your drug is automatic
[Chorus:]
Higher than a fan
One sip of that, lights out
I'm just floating above the clouds
It really feels like life
Sweet love of mine
Ohh
You're my sweet Caroline
My sweet Caroline
[Verse 2:]
Oh baby I'm down
As long as you do the same
I'll try the same shit
Right now, Right now
Baby tell me when you start to feel it
Damn ya fine
Yeah baby
Just let go of all the emotion
All the emotion
Just let it out
Flow with me
[Hook:]
Eyes start rolling in
The back of my head
Girl I'm already gone
I can see all of nothing
What's happening
Can't even look at your face
Girl I'm fading away
Girl your drug is automatic
[Chorus:]
Higher than a fan
One sip of that, lights out
I'm just floating above the clouds
It really feels like life
Sweet love of mine
Ohh
You're my sweet Caroline
My sweet Caroline
[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
Here I go
When I step up in the spot like another block
When the nigga drop stop, you ain't even got a clue
Regularly man, a man that need to be seen
Medically tell me what you really wanna do
Generally niggas think they better than me boo
Niggas really tryna put they foot up in my shoe
That's right I'm independent, I don't really understand it
That's when I let 'em down, I'm tryna get a better view
Genuinely see the way I regularly choose
Whack niggas bitch, I'm up to legendary view
Something from benal they already really knew
Instead of tryna fuck you need to get a better crew
Lights out, switch, I came up real close
Didn't know I back down, I don't wanna let it go
Damn folks, Shawty wanna stand close
When a nigga bang those and I really blow
I didn't really wanna knew it
Then what? He gets a nigga that be flowing like a fluid
And I can damage a nigga, get every time on that, nigga
Get up on, it's nothing
We know the thing, we really do it
And ain't nothing really to it
Pull up, stop
How bout a drop top? Then I'm out, I got my glock cocked
It's always you that's over here
You not hop on the mic on a wrong black knock
Ya'll niggas know what it is
And you know the way I put it down for em
That's right, got em loose
And it ain't nothing baby girl,
You can see the grap on em
Now ya'll don't really want to get a better note
Fireworks, nigga I be givin em a show
Let me chill though I really met a pretty little hoe
Make her bounce on me but a nigga gotta go
[Chorus:]
Higher than a fan
One sip of that, lights out
I'm just floating above the clouds
It really feels like life
Sweet love of mine
Ohh
You're my sweet Caroline
My sweet Caroline
Fantasy 2 lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Ludacris)
[Hook: Chris Brown]
It's your fantasy
And you got, you got me
Wanting to do it
And I'm about to prove it
Baby I want to know
Can you love me
You know I'd do anything girl
I don't wanna waste your time
I'll put my heart on the line for you
[Verse 1]
It's the middle of the night
We in the middle of life baby
So let your hair down
Nobody's around
We're making love, just face it
Girl, right now I feel you
Can you pull me closer baby
This shit right here, If your looks could kill
Baby go crazy, I'm gonna control it
[Bridge]
I love the way you throw it
I love the way you throw it
I love the way you make love
I love the way you jump up on it
Bring that ass right here
Bring that ass right here
Baby you're so amazing, call me crazy
I'll give it all up for you, what you wanna do?
Girl it's a dream but you're not asleep
Tonight we're making history
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Girl, I know you wanna stay...
I can tell by the way you move your waist...
Oh girl, I can't wait, I can't wait
You're about to sweat off your makeup
I'mma take my time, so baby you don't have to worry
I got you for life
[Bridge]
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Ludacris]
I wanna lick, lick, lick you from your head to your toes
And have you begging all night for mercy
Looking like a tall glass full of water in a 100 degrees
You got a nigga so thirsty
Let me chase that, let me taste that
Lay back, way back, like Diddy baby, take that
Get you wetter than the great lakes
Take a vacay to place where your booty you can shake that
And erase - Henny gettin' all the stress in your mind
Knowing you're my one and only
Take off everything, but you boots
Saddle up, ride it like a pony
Girl, you, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I gotta know, what's your fantasy?
[Hook]
It's your fantasy
And you got, you got me
Wanting to do it
And I'm about to prove it
Baby I want to know
Can you love me
You know I'd do anything girl
I don't wanna waste your time
I'll put my heart on the line for you
[Verse 1]
It's the middle of the night
We in the middle of life baby
So let your hair down
Nobody's around
We're making love, just face it
Girl, right now I feel you
Can you pull me closer baby
This shit right here, If your looks could kill
Baby go crazy, I'm gonna control it
[Bridge]
I love the way you throw it
I love the way you throw it
I love the way you make love
I love the way you jump up on it
Bring that ass right here
Bring that ass right here
Baby you're so amazing, call me crazy
I'll give it all up for you, what you wanna do?
Girl it's a dream but you're not asleep
Tonight we're making history
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Girl, I know you wanna stay...
I can tell by the way you move your waist...
Oh girl, I can't wait, I can't wait
You're about to sweat off your makeup
I'mma take my time, so baby you don't have to worry
I got you for life
[Bridge]
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Ludacris]
I wanna lick, lick, lick you from your head to your toes
And have you begging all night for mercy
Looking like a tall glass full of water in a 100 degrees
You got a nigga so thirsty
Let me chase that, let me taste that
Lay back, way back, like Diddy baby, take that
Get you wetter than the great lakes
Take a vacay to place where your booty you can shake that
And erase - Henny gettin' all the stress in your mind
Knowing you're my one and only
Take off everything, but you boots
Saddle up, ride it like a pony
Girl, you, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I gotta know, what's your fantasy?
[Hook]
Main Chick lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Kid Ink)
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
I don't know your name
But you've heard my name
I know why you came
Tryna get that, name
But you've heard my name
Girl I know you wanna be my main chick, my main chick
Said fuck whoever you came with, who you came with
I tell her "fuck that nigga"
[Verse 1: Kid Ink]
Sitting in the back of the club
Table got a rope in the front (I don't know ya)
Uhh, you looking real familiar
I could just be a lil drunk
I don't know your name
It's a goddamn shame
I don't know how to explain it for ya
But girl, I'm just saying,
If you got a man back home, I don't know him
What, just keep it on the hush
Pocket full of trees, don't beat around the bush
Walk on green, I can even hear the putt
K.O shawty when I hit her with a punchline
Get a couple shots when it's crunch time
Ducking from my ex like the one time
Throw a sign when you really tryna go
Got the car parked right at the door
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Kid Ink]
Nah, and you don't know my name
Just in case you' the Feds (I don't know ya)
Uh, I mighta poured you a drink
But don't let it go to your head
I know why you came
Tryna be my main chick
Passenger side when I lane switch
Top back, two seats only
Ain't no room for your friends, I don't know them
We just seizin the moment
Up all night, throw a deuce to the morning
Fly ma'fucka, everything is imported
Don't try to act too important
I know your game
You got a gang of niggas all over you
But you all over here, on me
Girl, I ain't tryna dog ya
Bad bitch only thing I'll call you
[Chorus]
[Hook: Chris Brown]
Nigga, why you playin'? You heard my name
I know why you came
She gon' gimme that brain so we can do our thang
Let's do that thang
What, you thinkin' 'bout me takin' you down here?
I can be your man when he's not around here
[Chorus]
I don't know your name
But you've heard my name
I know why you came
Tryna get that, name
But you've heard my name
Girl I know you wanna be my main chick, my main chick
Said fuck whoever you came with, who you came with
I tell her "fuck that nigga"
[Verse 1: Kid Ink]
Sitting in the back of the club
Table got a rope in the front (I don't know ya)
Uhh, you looking real familiar
I could just be a lil drunk
I don't know your name
It's a goddamn shame
I don't know how to explain it for ya
But girl, I'm just saying,
If you got a man back home, I don't know him
What, just keep it on the hush
Pocket full of trees, don't beat around the bush
Walk on green, I can even hear the putt
K.O shawty when I hit her with a punchline
Get a couple shots when it's crunch time
Ducking from my ex like the one time
Throw a sign when you really tryna go
Got the car parked right at the door
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Kid Ink]
Nah, and you don't know my name
Just in case you' the Feds (I don't know ya)
Uh, I mighta poured you a drink
But don't let it go to your head
I know why you came
Tryna be my main chick
Passenger side when I lane switch
Top back, two seats only
Ain't no room for your friends, I don't know them
We just seizin the moment
Up all night, throw a deuce to the morning
Fly ma'fucka, everything is imported
Don't try to act too important
I know your game
You got a gang of niggas all over you
But you all over here, on me
Girl, I ain't tryna dog ya
Bad bitch only thing I'll call you
[Chorus]
[Hook: Chris Brown]
Nigga, why you playin'? You heard my name
I know why you came
She gon' gimme that brain so we can do our thang
Let's do that thang
What, you thinkin' 'bout me takin' you down here?
I can be your man when he's not around here
[Chorus]
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