[Chris Brown:]
Oh pardon me baby, tell me where you playing
Been on my mind, on my mind since the beginning
I leave you leaking, fuck 'round and drink it
Cause I'm off them drugs and you know a nigga peaking
This shit too easy for me cause I know that you leaving
Baby leave it for me, yeah
I'm off a blunt and I'm leaning, this time I might not remember
Baby that icy shit is getting old, old, old
Na na na, oh no, why you got a nigga acting like this?
Oh na na, yeah, why the pussy got me acting like this?
Oh no oh, I can't believe that I'm acting like this
Oh no no, yeah you got a nigga acting like this
Na na na, oh no, why you got a nigga acting like this?
Oh na na, why the pussy got me acting like this?
Oh no oh, can't believe that I'm acting like this
Oh no no, yeah you got a nigga acting like this in it
I'm so annoyed, this shit I care about, you know
I just wanna hear you screaming out my name while I'm deep in your pussy
Got the Henny all in my system now, now I'm seeing things a little different now
Girl you ain't act right, give you that act right, baby when we get back to the crib
I love pulling your hair, baby put that ass in the air
Got the pussy flooding I swear and there ain't no other nigga out there
That's gon' smoke a blunt girl, I'm leaning, this night I might not remember
Girl I'm honest, I ain't gon' lie, girl that pussy a cutie pie
Na na na, oh no, why you got a nigga acting like this?
Oh na na, yeah, why the pussy got me acting like this?
Oh no oh, I can't believe that I'm acting like this
Oh no no, yeah you got a nigga acting like this
Na na na, oh no, why you got a nigga acting like this?
Oh na na, why the pussy got me acting like this?
Oh no oh, can't believe that I'm acting like this
Oh no no, yeah you got a nigga acting like this in it
[Dee Cosey:]
Balling baby, they ain't trapping like this
Man I'm tweaking while I'm acting like this
Baby why you always treat me like shit?
Only acting like a bitch cause I give you good dick
Uber to the crib, fuck you on the mattress
With the city bullshit, I'm a savage
Both hands on your ass, let me grab it
There ain't another nigga like this
Girl get that money, it's do or die
Only see green, nigga color blind
Look at my watch, I can't tell the time
Girl when we turn up, we out our minds
Throw that out my pocket, never out of line
Kill the pussy, I ain't never lie
Know that kitty got 9 lives
Keep that for a nigga, yeah you got a nigga acting like this
[Chris Brown:]
Na na na, oh no, why you got a nigga acting like this?
Oh na na, why the pussy got me acting like this?
Oh no oh, can't believe that I'm acting like this
Oh no no, yeah you got a nigga acting like this in it
Love Gon' Go lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. Ryan Toby)
Yeah, we just did it for the wave, for the wave, for the feel of it
For the pleasure, for the pain, be addicted to the thrill of it
We gon' have to be brave, we done done already, we killed it
Now we going to a whole new level and after that, another level 'til we limitless
She gon' do this forever, make a movie, pussy trilogy
Part 1, me on you, part 2, you on me, part 3, just we on we
And it's gon' be so lit baby, it's gon' be so lit
When it comes to the bed spring work, we just let things work, we the shit
Now that's how this love gon' go and that's how this love gon' go
Anytime you need me in the bedroom
Love gon' go, go go go
We got the chemistry in the bedroom
We can fuck some more, baby girl we should fuck some more
'Til I know your body inside out and you know my body head to toe
But only if you don't mind, if you don't mind
If you don't mind baby, love gon' go
Going on and on even when we both fuck up
You taking highways with checkpoints, take a break, you fucked up
You good under pressure, I get my phone, no more texting
The rules, you just bend 'em and stretch 'em and right now we sexing on sexing on sexing baby
The push and pull, that tossing and turning
That bronco, that raging bull, ride it like you earned it
You sure earned it babe, yeah and you know I earned you
When you and I ahead of time, learn each other, we can have supper at noon
Now that's how this love gon' go and that's how this love gon' go
Anytime you need me in the bedroom
Love gon' go, go go go
We got the chemistry in the bedroom
We can fuck some more, baby girl we should fuck some more
'Til I know your body inside out and you know my body head to toe
But only if you don't mind, if you don't mind
If you don't mind baby, love gon' go
This sex is a passionate art, let's put some paint where it ain't
Couple hickies, couple bites, scratches and marks, we need to leave marks
Marking that territory, like a flare gun, flash in the dark, so we know what we at with it
We used to do each other real good, now we do it real smart
Now the science and the math of it, we were two students of the craft of it
Our sex game was so fresh mane, but now we sex game graduates
Practised and mastered it, woah, #LoveGonGo, #LoveGonGo
Netflix and chill, that's how love gon' go
Now that's how this love gon' go and that's how this love gon' go
Anytime you need me in the bedroom
Love gon' go, go go go
We got the chemistry in the bedroom
We can fuck some more, baby girl we should fuck some more
'Til I know your body inside out and you know my body head to toe
But only if you don't mind, if you don't mind
If you don't mind baby, love gon' go
For the pleasure, for the pain, be addicted to the thrill of it
We gon' have to be brave, we done done already, we killed it
Now we going to a whole new level and after that, another level 'til we limitless
She gon' do this forever, make a movie, pussy trilogy
Part 1, me on you, part 2, you on me, part 3, just we on we
And it's gon' be so lit baby, it's gon' be so lit
When it comes to the bed spring work, we just let things work, we the shit
Now that's how this love gon' go and that's how this love gon' go
Anytime you need me in the bedroom
Love gon' go, go go go
We got the chemistry in the bedroom
We can fuck some more, baby girl we should fuck some more
'Til I know your body inside out and you know my body head to toe
But only if you don't mind, if you don't mind
If you don't mind baby, love gon' go
Going on and on even when we both fuck up
You taking highways with checkpoints, take a break, you fucked up
You good under pressure, I get my phone, no more texting
The rules, you just bend 'em and stretch 'em and right now we sexing on sexing on sexing baby
The push and pull, that tossing and turning
That bronco, that raging bull, ride it like you earned it
You sure earned it babe, yeah and you know I earned you
When you and I ahead of time, learn each other, we can have supper at noon
Now that's how this love gon' go and that's how this love gon' go
Anytime you need me in the bedroom
Love gon' go, go go go
We got the chemistry in the bedroom
We can fuck some more, baby girl we should fuck some more
'Til I know your body inside out and you know my body head to toe
But only if you don't mind, if you don't mind
If you don't mind baby, love gon' go
This sex is a passionate art, let's put some paint where it ain't
Couple hickies, couple bites, scratches and marks, we need to leave marks
Marking that territory, like a flare gun, flash in the dark, so we know what we at with it
We used to do each other real good, now we do it real smart
Now the science and the math of it, we were two students of the craft of it
Our sex game was so fresh mane, but now we sex game graduates
Practised and mastered it, woah, #LoveGonGo, #LoveGonGo
Netflix and chill, that's how love gon' go
Now that's how this love gon' go and that's how this love gon' go
Anytime you need me in the bedroom
Love gon' go, go go go
We got the chemistry in the bedroom
We can fuck some more, baby girl we should fuck some more
'Til I know your body inside out and you know my body head to toe
But only if you don't mind, if you don't mind
If you don't mind baby, love gon' go
I Lean lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. HoodyBaby & Tracy T)
Yeah, kinfolk, California kush, smell it through the vents though
Pimp flow, rolling through the 20s with my brm low
I been dope, I make your bitch bend over for some kins though
She wanna get nasty but just don't let her friends know
What's bracking P? What you need? I'm out of weed
Codeine, I got it, I'm spitting them 16s, a couple pills, tryna get to 100 mil
I'm moving mountains nigga, only seeing a couple hills
And you live in Hollywood, how that feel? Let's be real
Niggas thirsty, bitches dirty, I ain't worried
Niggas lying saying they 18 pushing 30, popping 30s, vision blurry, shipping 30s
A Golden State of mind with the assist to Curry
Gotta be ready to die when you playing that bloody Mary
Whole 4 in the cup, I lean, yeah, I lean
4 grams in the blunt, I lean, I lean
64s in the cut, I lean, yeah, I lean
I lean, I lean
Keep a fat bitch leaning, got one in the Four Seasons
Got a bitch that fuck for money, got one fucking for no reason
Got a deuce and a 20 and I'm flipping with these goonies
With the goonies with the pistol and the 50, it's a trilogy
Go up for the trap, filling 'em with the green shit
Had to move the thrash bags, told the plug I can't quit
How your nigga looking broke, that's some shit you can't fix
I got 100 in the drum, man shit, I can't hit
I just fuck her and forget about her, know I ain't shit
Got back to the chopper, had to get my chain licked
They came clean, I remake the boy for the same bitch
Oh you fuck, yeah I fuck to these, fuck the same bitch
Whole 4 in the cup, I lean, yeah, I lean
4 grams in the blunt, I lean, I lean
64s in the cut, I lean, yeah, I lean
I lean, I lean
Big gold chain and the dance piece
Fat rocking, trapping out the Bentley
Young nigga selling highs for the low
Lil bitch, pussy back, she get fired at the door
I'm the one, black Neyo, fat Leo
Lions, tigers, bears, my set like Nat Geo
Swimming with the sharks, it's shocking I'm that ill
I'm swimming with the sharks, it's shocking I'm that ill
I trap still, selling coke, this crack kills
I sip drank, I mix and match pills
I run plays all day, track and field
Go get your cat pill, tryna sell the crack still
Whole 4 in the cup, I lean, yeah, I lean
4 grams in the blunt, I lean, I lean
64s in the cut, I lean, yeah, I lean
I lean, I lean
Pimp flow, rolling through the 20s with my brm low
I been dope, I make your bitch bend over for some kins though
She wanna get nasty but just don't let her friends know
What's bracking P? What you need? I'm out of weed
Codeine, I got it, I'm spitting them 16s, a couple pills, tryna get to 100 mil
I'm moving mountains nigga, only seeing a couple hills
And you live in Hollywood, how that feel? Let's be real
Niggas thirsty, bitches dirty, I ain't worried
Niggas lying saying they 18 pushing 30, popping 30s, vision blurry, shipping 30s
A Golden State of mind with the assist to Curry
Gotta be ready to die when you playing that bloody Mary
Whole 4 in the cup, I lean, yeah, I lean
4 grams in the blunt, I lean, I lean
64s in the cut, I lean, yeah, I lean
I lean, I lean
Keep a fat bitch leaning, got one in the Four Seasons
Got a bitch that fuck for money, got one fucking for no reason
Got a deuce and a 20 and I'm flipping with these goonies
With the goonies with the pistol and the 50, it's a trilogy
Go up for the trap, filling 'em with the green shit
Had to move the thrash bags, told the plug I can't quit
How your nigga looking broke, that's some shit you can't fix
I got 100 in the drum, man shit, I can't hit
I just fuck her and forget about her, know I ain't shit
Got back to the chopper, had to get my chain licked
They came clean, I remake the boy for the same bitch
Oh you fuck, yeah I fuck to these, fuck the same bitch
Whole 4 in the cup, I lean, yeah, I lean
4 grams in the blunt, I lean, I lean
64s in the cut, I lean, yeah, I lean
I lean, I lean
Big gold chain and the dance piece
Fat rocking, trapping out the Bentley
Young nigga selling highs for the low
Lil bitch, pussy back, she get fired at the door
I'm the one, black Neyo, fat Leo
Lions, tigers, bears, my set like Nat Geo
Swimming with the sharks, it's shocking I'm that ill
I'm swimming with the sharks, it's shocking I'm that ill
I trap still, selling coke, this crack kills
I sip drank, I mix and match pills
I run plays all day, track and field
Go get your cat pill, tryna sell the crack still
Whole 4 in the cup, I lean, yeah, I lean
4 grams in the blunt, I lean, I lean
64s in the cut, I lean, yeah, I lean
I lean, I lean
Save The Drama lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. Kevin Gates & Tracy T)
[Chris Brown:]
Gun shots, we lots
Hennessy, I don't really like scotch
At the don when I'm talking to the dutch
And the man with the pockets like fam you up
Dippers and the wait notes
Black man says he's hit a lick, better keep your face down
Get loud when that kick sound
You miss it, don't count up
No tops, no tops
Go to collect, we in Paris when we shop
You gotta give the man props
Your girl love a man lots
Fuck it, I'm on that pussy like a rumpa
If I tag her, gotta have her have a bumper
All that pussy, got it for ya like a drug
And I know she got that wagon from her mama
Call it a homicide how she do
The guys in Jamaica, man jealous
Make me terrified
I can tell you skilled cause you using your melody
Oh, no no no no
Light another blunt then we gon' light up the floor
Smoking all that ganja you can smell through the door
Sex tape never, 'less she let me record
And I know where your head's at
Got your attitude from your mama
And I don't wanna set back
Just do me a favor and save the drama
[Tracy T:]
Get the baddest bitch and treat it like the worst
Popping the Henny, tripping if you pop the pussy first
We gon' fuck, I'm gon' fuck or we gon' fall in love
I will get 'em once, fucking, fucking with the plug
Bitches texting, I'm a dog fetching
Bitch I'm on, no flexing, fuck a 100 besties
See that's just for that extra Range, she'd to forget them
Your body's under my belt, just to make it official
I forget that he mission, never forget the pistol
Thinking all the way in, killing and leave the victims
I got trust issues, I might think you tripping
Really I be tripping, rolling with all the spitting
West is, this the gang, bitch you better catch it
'Fore you be over tested, rather pull up in a Bentley
Used to pull up in Chevys, I'm the kind that can get enough
I'm the kind that can get the paper cause I can't get enough nigga
[Chris Brown:]
Call it a homicide how she do
The guys in Jamaica, man jealous
Make me terrified
I can tell you skilled cause you using your melody
Oh, no no no no
Light another blunt then we gon' light up the floor
Smoking all that ganja you can smell through the door
Sex tape never, 'less she let me record
And I know where your head's at
Got your attitude from your mama
And I don't wanna set back
Just do me a favor and save the drama
[Kevin Gates:]
Big boy's girl, big boy's girl, he be pum pum, like the jay's girl
I done made love in the strangest places, I'm a real plug, move things on the daily
Like the mon in the morn' opposite, smoke the ganj and we poof everyday
I'm a rider, she a rider, I know the black man right on sight
Hit the high notes like Mariah
I done feel the bitch when the vibe is right
I'mma grow, I'mma get you high tonight
Balling up, whip the pussy, mine tonight
I can see you want me, pull you closely, song on silent, ignore the phone ring
Keep your hands on me, just get it, frisk my waistband, ass and titties
Keep me Miss Gates, don't do digits, my phone bling, just been 2 million
Maybach, low key, big ladies hit me, it's 36 Coupe, I'm whipping
Hair on trap, that's 3 more chickens, new boo game on fleek, room glistening
Chris be get me it through chickens, raps on lap, big shit I did it
Head to the back, lot of taps on chilling, matter of fact, big racks I get it
When the game on, they stop tripping, bullshit make a real nigga lose interest
[Chris Brown:]
Oh, no no no no
Light another blunt then we gon' light up the floor
Smoking all that ganja you can smell through the door
Sex tape never, 'less she let me record
And I know where your head's at
Got your attitude from your mama
And I don't wanna set back
Just do me a favor and save the drama
Gun shots, we lots
Hennessy, I don't really like scotch
At the don when I'm talking to the dutch
And the man with the pockets like fam you up
Dippers and the wait notes
Black man says he's hit a lick, better keep your face down
Get loud when that kick sound
You miss it, don't count up
No tops, no tops
Go to collect, we in Paris when we shop
You gotta give the man props
Your girl love a man lots
Fuck it, I'm on that pussy like a rumpa
If I tag her, gotta have her have a bumper
All that pussy, got it for ya like a drug
And I know she got that wagon from her mama
Call it a homicide how she do
The guys in Jamaica, man jealous
Make me terrified
I can tell you skilled cause you using your melody
Oh, no no no no
Light another blunt then we gon' light up the floor
Smoking all that ganja you can smell through the door
Sex tape never, 'less she let me record
And I know where your head's at
Got your attitude from your mama
And I don't wanna set back
Just do me a favor and save the drama
[Tracy T:]
Get the baddest bitch and treat it like the worst
Popping the Henny, tripping if you pop the pussy first
We gon' fuck, I'm gon' fuck or we gon' fall in love
I will get 'em once, fucking, fucking with the plug
Bitches texting, I'm a dog fetching
Bitch I'm on, no flexing, fuck a 100 besties
See that's just for that extra Range, she'd to forget them
Your body's under my belt, just to make it official
I forget that he mission, never forget the pistol
Thinking all the way in, killing and leave the victims
I got trust issues, I might think you tripping
Really I be tripping, rolling with all the spitting
West is, this the gang, bitch you better catch it
'Fore you be over tested, rather pull up in a Bentley
Used to pull up in Chevys, I'm the kind that can get enough
I'm the kind that can get the paper cause I can't get enough nigga
[Chris Brown:]
Call it a homicide how she do
The guys in Jamaica, man jealous
Make me terrified
I can tell you skilled cause you using your melody
Oh, no no no no
Light another blunt then we gon' light up the floor
Smoking all that ganja you can smell through the door
Sex tape never, 'less she let me record
And I know where your head's at
Got your attitude from your mama
And I don't wanna set back
Just do me a favor and save the drama
[Kevin Gates:]
Big boy's girl, big boy's girl, he be pum pum, like the jay's girl
I done made love in the strangest places, I'm a real plug, move things on the daily
Like the mon in the morn' opposite, smoke the ganj and we poof everyday
I'm a rider, she a rider, I know the black man right on sight
Hit the high notes like Mariah
I done feel the bitch when the vibe is right
I'mma grow, I'mma get you high tonight
Balling up, whip the pussy, mine tonight
I can see you want me, pull you closely, song on silent, ignore the phone ring
Keep your hands on me, just get it, frisk my waistband, ass and titties
Keep me Miss Gates, don't do digits, my phone bling, just been 2 million
Maybach, low key, big ladies hit me, it's 36 Coupe, I'm whipping
Hair on trap, that's 3 more chickens, new boo game on fleek, room glistening
Chris be get me it through chickens, raps on lap, big shit I did it
Head to the back, lot of taps on chilling, matter of fact, big racks I get it
When the game on, they stop tripping, bullshit make a real nigga lose interest
[Chris Brown:]
Oh, no no no no
Light another blunt then we gon' light up the floor
Smoking all that ganja you can smell through the door
Sex tape never, 'less she let me record
And I know where your head's at
Got your attitude from your mama
And I don't wanna set back
Just do me a favor and save the drama
Faded To Sade (Remix) lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. Lyrica Anderson)
[Chris Brown:]
We can match a blunt up, listening to Sade
Do just what you wanna, echoes in the attic but we fucking in the basement
Didn't notice that the sun up, we must have fell asleep to Sade
You give me a fever, I've been catching feelings I'm having trouble erasing
So it's all up to you girl, what's the point of playing cool?
All of us know girl you the shit, yeah you the truth
Baby I've been missing your love all night, jump on it
Cause baby I've been missing your love
So we gon' do it 'til the morning
Girl you ain't got shit to say unless you talking making love
Let's lay it down and play
Make you scream my name
I'm gonna play another love song
Gonna play that Sade, faded to Sade
[Lyrica Anderson:]
Let's light another blunt up, getting faded to the Sade
Can I kiss it for a moment? I'll relax my body while you spelling "la de da di"
So it's all up to you boy, what's the point of playing games?
All of us know boy you the shit, boy you the truth
[Chris Brown:]
Baby I've been missing your love all night, jump on it
Cause baby I've been missing your love
So we gon' do it 'til the morning
Girl you ain't got shit to say unless you talking making love
Let's lay it down and play
Make you scream my name
I'm gonna play another love song
Gonna play that Sade, faded to Sade
[Chris Brown & Lyrica Anderson:]
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, I really wanna play your game
I'm ready for the way you love, I think that it's about time for you to scream my name
Say oh, baby girl, you got that something
You know that one thing, you know what it is, your love, love
[Chris Brown:]
Baby I've been missing your love all night, jump on it
Cause baby I've been missing your love
So we gon' do it 'til the morning
Girl you ain't got shit to say unless you talking making love
Let's lay it down and play
Make you scream my name
I'm gonna play another love song
Gonna play that Sade, faded to Sade
[Chris Brown & Lyrica Anderson:]
Love, do it 'til the morning, yeah
We can match a blunt up, listening to Sade
Do just what you wanna, echoes in the attic but we fucking in the basement
Didn't notice that the sun up, we must have fell asleep to Sade
You give me a fever, I've been catching feelings I'm having trouble erasing
So it's all up to you girl, what's the point of playing cool?
All of us know girl you the shit, yeah you the truth
Baby I've been missing your love all night, jump on it
Cause baby I've been missing your love
So we gon' do it 'til the morning
Girl you ain't got shit to say unless you talking making love
Let's lay it down and play
Make you scream my name
I'm gonna play another love song
Gonna play that Sade, faded to Sade
[Lyrica Anderson:]
Let's light another blunt up, getting faded to the Sade
Can I kiss it for a moment? I'll relax my body while you spelling "la de da di"
So it's all up to you boy, what's the point of playing games?
All of us know boy you the shit, boy you the truth
[Chris Brown:]
Baby I've been missing your love all night, jump on it
Cause baby I've been missing your love
So we gon' do it 'til the morning
Girl you ain't got shit to say unless you talking making love
Let's lay it down and play
Make you scream my name
I'm gonna play another love song
Gonna play that Sade, faded to Sade
[Chris Brown & Lyrica Anderson:]
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, I really wanna play your game
I'm ready for the way you love, I think that it's about time for you to scream my name
Say oh, baby girl, you got that something
You know that one thing, you know what it is, your love, love
[Chris Brown:]
Baby I've been missing your love all night, jump on it
Cause baby I've been missing your love
So we gon' do it 'til the morning
Girl you ain't got shit to say unless you talking making love
Let's lay it down and play
Make you scream my name
I'm gonna play another love song
Gonna play that Sade, faded to Sade
[Chris Brown & Lyrica Anderson:]
Love, do it 'til the morning, yeah
Wrist (Remix) lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. Jeezy & Young Thug)
[Young Thug & Chris Brown:]
Wrist, tip, four, tip, four, tip
Wrist, tip, four, tip, wrist
It's Breezy, Tom Thugger
Wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, tip, four, tip, four
Yeah, yeah!
[Chris Brown:]
Cause my wrist still dripping, 44's still tip
In the cut with my hittas, no they do not miss
I'm a champagne pouring nigga, I love big asses and tits (show me them titties)
And if you're here just to witness, I just promise this
Hold my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
Hold my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
[Young Thug:]
Skrr, pull up in a Barbie
That's a brand new 16, 10-4
Excuse me, darling
Yeah, are you a nympho?
Baby are you for the police?
I ain't never ever got no info
Hoe, I'm sorry
In a nigga bitch mouth like Trident
I'mma, raise all the K's
AK's and SK's and Techs on my side
Better watch what you say
Cause I'm with that bullshit, I'm so ready to die
Right babe, what do you need?
I'm on the phone with my supplier
Bitch I'm armed like a sleeve
Don't get stuck with a knife
[Chris Brown & Young Thug:]
Bitch go ahead look at my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
Hold my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
[Jeezy:]
She told me murk it baby, no problem
I'mma kill that pussy like OJ
Then I'mma turn her over, hit her from the back
Talk to her like my name Rappin' 4-Tay
Slang that dope, get codeine
Make your whole body numb
You can call me the marathon man
Bitch I make your whole body run
My wrist dripping, your bitch tripping
Yeah she on my pole, she moving like a stripper
Rolled a swisha sweet, got her in my bed
She was on my dick and I was on the liquor
Wrist 100K, clips is 50 rounds
Bitch you know my seats is peanut butter brown
God damn, must be the bread
Got me fucking up her lace fronts, gimme that head
[Chris Brown:]
Bitch go ahead look at my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
Hold my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
Hold my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
Wrist, tip, four, tip, four, tip
Wrist, tip, four, tip, wrist
It's Breezy, Tom Thugger
Wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, tip, four, tip, four
Yeah, yeah!
[Chris Brown:]
Cause my wrist still dripping, 44's still tip
In the cut with my hittas, no they do not miss
I'm a champagne pouring nigga, I love big asses and tits (show me them titties)
And if you're here just to witness, I just promise this
Hold my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
Hold my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
[Young Thug:]
Skrr, pull up in a Barbie
That's a brand new 16, 10-4
Excuse me, darling
Yeah, are you a nympho?
Baby are you for the police?
I ain't never ever got no info
Hoe, I'm sorry
In a nigga bitch mouth like Trident
I'mma, raise all the K's
AK's and SK's and Techs on my side
Better watch what you say
Cause I'm with that bullshit, I'm so ready to die
Right babe, what do you need?
I'm on the phone with my supplier
Bitch I'm armed like a sleeve
Don't get stuck with a knife
[Chris Brown & Young Thug:]
Bitch go ahead look at my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
Hold my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
[Jeezy:]
She told me murk it baby, no problem
I'mma kill that pussy like OJ
Then I'mma turn her over, hit her from the back
Talk to her like my name Rappin' 4-Tay
Slang that dope, get codeine
Make your whole body numb
You can call me the marathon man
Bitch I make your whole body run
My wrist dripping, your bitch tripping
Yeah she on my pole, she moving like a stripper
Rolled a swisha sweet, got her in my bed
She was on my dick and I was on the liquor
Wrist 100K, clips is 50 rounds
Bitch you know my seats is peanut butter brown
God damn, must be the bread
Got me fucking up her lace fronts, gimme that head
[Chris Brown:]
Bitch go ahead look at my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
Hold my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
Hold my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
Rumors lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. Tyga)
[Tyga:]
Yeah, rumor has it that I'm armed
Somebody should have told them
When the cash starts flowing and the hands start reaching
You read the contract your man ain't breaching
Uh, and rumor has it
The jeweler wants his money
But I'm out here rocking all my chains, real chunky, real comfy
And rumor has it when I hit the club hoes go dummy
And rumor has it, I'm doing magic
David Blaine, diamonds in the hat trick
Rumor has it, thought you had it
How is that true when I have it? Yeah, yeah
[Chris Brown:]
Look at all these rumors, uh, surrounding me everyday
I just need some time, some time to get away
From all these rumors, I can't take it no more
My best friend said a story I know 'bout me and the girl next door
Look at all these rumors
Look at all these rumors
[Tyga:]
Uh, rumor has it, I'm a hazard
Don't give me no Hennessy, I might make some enemies
And rumor has it, I'm going broke, it's all smoke and mirrors
What happens when you smoke huh?
You start to see shit, start to believe shit
Can't read me cause you believe what you read bitch
And rumor has it I need you for me to make it happen
You believe that shit, you really smoking crack then
Came up from a small room packed in
Used to drink out the tap, now I'm tapped in
And rumor has it I'mma die rich
Yeah, me and all my stacks in my casket, cramped in
Rumor has it there's a rumor 'bout me
They don't know what to do about me
And rumor has it there's a rumor 'bout you
You a bitch ass nigga and I know it's true, yeah, yeah
[Chris Brown:]
Look at all these rumors, uh, surrounding me everyday
I just need some time, some time to get away
From all these rumors, I can't take it no more
My best friend said a story I know 'bout me and the girl next door
Look at all these rumors
Look at all these rumors
Rumor has it that a nigga brazy, if you was me then you would do the same thing
And I know everybody gon' attack me, stop acting like these niggas like me
And I done fucked around and had a baby, I was running 'round pussy crazy
All these rumors, spreading like, you know I
Look at all these rumors, uh, surrounding me everyday
I just need some time, some time to get away
From all these rumors, I can't take it no more
My best friend said a story I know 'bout me and the girl next door
Look at all these rumors
Look at all these rumors
If you got a problem, come see me my nigga
You know it's California baby
I pull up, hop out, anywhere my nigga, anywhere
Can't let waiting be your job, remember that, 500, so what?
Yeah, rumor has it that I'm armed
Somebody should have told them
When the cash starts flowing and the hands start reaching
You read the contract your man ain't breaching
Uh, and rumor has it
The jeweler wants his money
But I'm out here rocking all my chains, real chunky, real comfy
And rumor has it when I hit the club hoes go dummy
And rumor has it, I'm doing magic
David Blaine, diamonds in the hat trick
Rumor has it, thought you had it
How is that true when I have it? Yeah, yeah
[Chris Brown:]
Look at all these rumors, uh, surrounding me everyday
I just need some time, some time to get away
From all these rumors, I can't take it no more
My best friend said a story I know 'bout me and the girl next door
Look at all these rumors
Look at all these rumors
[Tyga:]
Uh, rumor has it, I'm a hazard
Don't give me no Hennessy, I might make some enemies
And rumor has it, I'm going broke, it's all smoke and mirrors
What happens when you smoke huh?
You start to see shit, start to believe shit
Can't read me cause you believe what you read bitch
And rumor has it I need you for me to make it happen
You believe that shit, you really smoking crack then
Came up from a small room packed in
Used to drink out the tap, now I'm tapped in
And rumor has it I'mma die rich
Yeah, me and all my stacks in my casket, cramped in
Rumor has it there's a rumor 'bout me
They don't know what to do about me
And rumor has it there's a rumor 'bout you
You a bitch ass nigga and I know it's true, yeah, yeah
[Chris Brown:]
Look at all these rumors, uh, surrounding me everyday
I just need some time, some time to get away
From all these rumors, I can't take it no more
My best friend said a story I know 'bout me and the girl next door
Look at all these rumors
Look at all these rumors
Rumor has it that a nigga brazy, if you was me then you would do the same thing
And I know everybody gon' attack me, stop acting like these niggas like me
And I done fucked around and had a baby, I was running 'round pussy crazy
All these rumors, spreading like, you know I
Look at all these rumors, uh, surrounding me everyday
I just need some time, some time to get away
From all these rumors, I can't take it no more
My best friend said a story I know 'bout me and the girl next door
Look at all these rumors
Look at all these rumors
If you got a problem, come see me my nigga
You know it's California baby
I pull up, hop out, anywhere my nigga, anywhere
Can't let waiting be your job, remember that, 500, so what?
Substance lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. HoodyBaby, Tracy T & Young Lo)
Right now you want OHB, yeah
Let's talk about something, girl I need your acceptance
You're making assumptions, but you know it's nothing
The liquor keep calling, you know I need more
It's 99 problems, can't take anymore, I'm 'bout to mix up this Sprite with the 4
Oh, OHB 'bout to walk through
Only high bitches in the bedroom
Pop a Xan, watch me get loose
Throwing all of these bands for you
Substance, substance, substance, substance
All this substance abuse, I need substance from you
Substance, substance, substance, substance
All this substance abuse, I need substance from you
Girl who do you fuck when I ain't in the city?
Driving me crazy, way over the limit
My homies, they say that I'm tripping
Fuck it I'm tripping, I'm crazy, I'm whipping
My heart is racing, this shit is amazing
This neck just the bandages
How did our love end up like the Kennedy's?
Mixing up drugs, yeah I got the remedy
Damn, you fucking the enemy
I gave you the best of me
Showed her how to trap out the bando
And left her the recipe
Substance, substance, substance, substance
All this substance abuse, I need substance from you
Substance, substance, substance, substance
All this substance abuse, I need substance from you
Substance abuse, substance from you
Thousand dollar tab, baby this I bought food
This a 2 seater baby, you can't car pool
Got the old school move, like the car new
Bands low, never make a girl spend it with me
When she gone, I get it back, make her spend another 60
Still cold hearted, say it's cold hearted
She shotgun, I drop the top lid and her hair blow
Them heels got you walking like you on the runway
No paper, we got the game like the arcade
Wonder which, I know you're gonna make it right for me
Put the pussy on the flight, make it tonight for me
And baby, I jump in that foreign
She hop in that passenger
She gon' work, she lowkey in the Acura
Bitch ain't cuffing, your boy still a bachelor
Substance, substance, substance, substance
All this substance abuse, I need substance from you
Substance, substance, substance, substance
All this substance abuse, I need substance from you
4 in the morning, I'm thinking of you
Just got the ceiling, I'm pouring it through
How can I deal with this substance abuse?
I'm only asking this all cause of you
These Xannies got me tripping right now
Girl your love is like a Perc, my heart itching right now
See them flashes of your face, I wanna kiss you right now
But I know it's just the drugs that got me tripping right now
Tried to offer you my heart, you used it like the playground
Favorite groupies, jealously, I thought you would stay 'round
Guess it's back to prescriptions to deal with the symptoms
I can't feel my face and I'm losing my vision
Substance, substance, substance, substance
All this substance abuse, I need substance from you
Substance, substance, substance, substance
All this substance abuse, I need substance from you
In recover, rehabilitating for you
Teach me a lesson, I'm drug testing, making all the moves
We both getting fucked up, what's your excuse?
A new slave with a new fade, my chain a noose
Bitch I'm sipping, you steady tripping and policting
Taking vacations with your bitch, why she ain't posting pictures
I can lead her to that water if she wanna listen
If she don't drink, she gon' drink, I'm still gon' fuck some bitches
You know that pussy my addiction
She driving my stick, tryna fuck up my transmission
I'm pissed off, withdrawals just fucking up my pimping
Take a picture nigga, see how I'm living
Ain't going back to prison, I got felonies, dismissing the case
A couple million, got a .45 locked in the safe
Hella bitches, hella bitches pile up in the Wraith
Hollywood with the cameras all up in your face
Let's talk about something, girl I need your acceptance
You're making assumptions, but you know it's nothing
The liquor keep calling, you know I need more
It's 99 problems, can't take anymore, I'm 'bout to mix up this Sprite with the 4
Oh, OHB 'bout to walk through
Only high bitches in the bedroom
Pop a Xan, watch me get loose
Throwing all of these bands for you
Substance, substance, substance, substance
All this substance abuse, I need substance from you
Substance, substance, substance, substance
All this substance abuse, I need substance from you
Girl who do you fuck when I ain't in the city?
Driving me crazy, way over the limit
My homies, they say that I'm tripping
Fuck it I'm tripping, I'm crazy, I'm whipping
My heart is racing, this shit is amazing
This neck just the bandages
How did our love end up like the Kennedy's?
Mixing up drugs, yeah I got the remedy
Damn, you fucking the enemy
I gave you the best of me
Showed her how to trap out the bando
And left her the recipe
Substance, substance, substance, substance
All this substance abuse, I need substance from you
Substance, substance, substance, substance
All this substance abuse, I need substance from you
Substance abuse, substance from you
Thousand dollar tab, baby this I bought food
This a 2 seater baby, you can't car pool
Got the old school move, like the car new
Bands low, never make a girl spend it with me
When she gone, I get it back, make her spend another 60
Still cold hearted, say it's cold hearted
She shotgun, I drop the top lid and her hair blow
Them heels got you walking like you on the runway
No paper, we got the game like the arcade
Wonder which, I know you're gonna make it right for me
Put the pussy on the flight, make it tonight for me
And baby, I jump in that foreign
She hop in that passenger
She gon' work, she lowkey in the Acura
Bitch ain't cuffing, your boy still a bachelor
Substance, substance, substance, substance
All this substance abuse, I need substance from you
Substance, substance, substance, substance
All this substance abuse, I need substance from you
4 in the morning, I'm thinking of you
Just got the ceiling, I'm pouring it through
How can I deal with this substance abuse?
I'm only asking this all cause of you
These Xannies got me tripping right now
Girl your love is like a Perc, my heart itching right now
See them flashes of your face, I wanna kiss you right now
But I know it's just the drugs that got me tripping right now
Tried to offer you my heart, you used it like the playground
Favorite groupies, jealously, I thought you would stay 'round
Guess it's back to prescriptions to deal with the symptoms
I can't feel my face and I'm losing my vision
Substance, substance, substance, substance
All this substance abuse, I need substance from you
Substance, substance, substance, substance
All this substance abuse, I need substance from you
In recover, rehabilitating for you
Teach me a lesson, I'm drug testing, making all the moves
We both getting fucked up, what's your excuse?
A new slave with a new fade, my chain a noose
Bitch I'm sipping, you steady tripping and policting
Taking vacations with your bitch, why she ain't posting pictures
I can lead her to that water if she wanna listen
If she don't drink, she gon' drink, I'm still gon' fuck some bitches
You know that pussy my addiction
She driving my stick, tryna fuck up my transmission
I'm pissed off, withdrawals just fucking up my pimping
Take a picture nigga, see how I'm living
Ain't going back to prison, I got felonies, dismissing the case
A couple million, got a .45 locked in the safe
Hella bitches, hella bitches pile up in the Wraith
Hollywood with the cameras all up in your face
"Royalty" (2015)
- Back To Sleep lyrics - Chris Brown
- Fine By Me lyrics - Chris Brown
- Wrist lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Solo Lucci)
- Make Love lyrics - Chris Brown
- Liquor lyrics - Chris Brown
- Zero lyrics - Chris Brown
- Anyway lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Tayla Parx)
- Picture Me Rollin' lyrics - Chris Brown
- Who's Gonna (Nobody) lyrics - Chris Brown
- Discover lyrics - Chris Brown
- Little Bit lyrics - Chris Brown
- Proof lyrics - Chris Brown
- No Filter lyrics - Chris Brown
- Little More (Royalty) lyrics - Chris Brown
- Day One lyrics - Chris Brown
- Blow It In The Wind lyrics - Chris Brown
- KAE lyrics - Chris Brown
- U Did It lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Future)
- The 80's lyrics - Chris Brown
- Blue Jeans lyrics - Chris Brown
Back To Sleep lyrics - Chris Brown
I know it's late, I know it's late
And baby I can't focus (focus, focus, focus...), focus (focus, focus...)
I just flew in to town today
I'm hoping that you notice (notice), did you notice? (did you notice?)
I just posted my landing, oh
Wondering if the same old understanding, stands
I know you got work pretty early, I'll be around 'bout 3: 30
Usually you done by one, so baby when I wake you up
Just let me rock, fuck you back to sleep girl
Don't say a word no (no, don't you talk)
Just hold on tight to me girl
Fuck you back to sleep girl rock you back
Now where you at? Just dropped my bags
I'm coming through to meet ya, oh yeah, to meet ya oh
I know you're almost half asleep but you know how much I need ya
Girl I need ya, oh
Gon' gimme that spare key, oh
But if you keep the door unlocked, be ready, oh
I know you got work pretty early, I'll be around by 3: 30
Usually you're done one, so baby when I wake you up
Just let me rock, fuck you back to sleep girl
Don't say a word no (no, don't you talk)
Baby just hold on tight to me girl
Fuck you back to sleep girl, rock you
Ain't sorry that I woke ya, I ain't sorry 'bout ya job
Call sick in the morning so I can get a little bit more of your love
I know you want me, how you feel me cause you never disagree
So when you wake from your sleep, girl
Just let me rock, fuck you back to sleep girl
Don't say a word no, girl don't you talk
Just hold on tight to me girl
Fuck you back to sleep girl, and rock you back
Ain't sorry that I woke ya, I ain't sorry 'bout ya job, fuck you back to sleep girl
Call sick in the morning so I can get a little bit more of your love
Ain't sorry that I woke ya, I ain't sorry 'bout ya job, fuck you back to sleep girl
Call sick in the morning so I can get a little bit more of your love
And baby I can't focus (focus, focus, focus...), focus (focus, focus...)
I just flew in to town today
I'm hoping that you notice (notice), did you notice? (did you notice?)
I just posted my landing, oh
Wondering if the same old understanding, stands
I know you got work pretty early, I'll be around 'bout 3: 30
Usually you done by one, so baby when I wake you up
Just let me rock, fuck you back to sleep girl
Don't say a word no (no, don't you talk)
Just hold on tight to me girl
Fuck you back to sleep girl rock you back
Now where you at? Just dropped my bags
I'm coming through to meet ya, oh yeah, to meet ya oh
I know you're almost half asleep but you know how much I need ya
Girl I need ya, oh
Gon' gimme that spare key, oh
But if you keep the door unlocked, be ready, oh
I know you got work pretty early, I'll be around by 3: 30
Usually you're done one, so baby when I wake you up
Just let me rock, fuck you back to sleep girl
Don't say a word no (no, don't you talk)
Baby just hold on tight to me girl
Fuck you back to sleep girl, rock you
Ain't sorry that I woke ya, I ain't sorry 'bout ya job
Call sick in the morning so I can get a little bit more of your love
I know you want me, how you feel me cause you never disagree
So when you wake from your sleep, girl
Just let me rock, fuck you back to sleep girl
Don't say a word no, girl don't you talk
Just hold on tight to me girl
Fuck you back to sleep girl, and rock you back
Ain't sorry that I woke ya, I ain't sorry 'bout ya job, fuck you back to sleep girl
Call sick in the morning so I can get a little bit more of your love
Ain't sorry that I woke ya, I ain't sorry 'bout ya job, fuck you back to sleep girl
Call sick in the morning so I can get a little bit more of your love
Fine By Me lyrics - Chris Brown
She doesn't call before midnight, if at all
Oh, she never stays to watch the night turn to day
But I'm like use me baby, anyway you want
I wish you were mine in the broad daylight
But you just use me baby, anyway you want
I wish you were mine but
She only loves me when the lights are off, lights are off
She only loves me when the sun is down, sun is down
She only loves me when no one's around, one's around
She only loves me cause I put it down
And it's fine by me
And it's fine by me
She's like the wind, she comes and goes and again
All of my friends think I'm a fool, silly them
But I'm like use me baby, anyway you want
I wish you were mine in the broad daylight
But you just use me baby, anyway you want
I wish you were mine but
She only loves me when the lights are off, lights are off
She only loves me when the sun is down, sun is down
She only loves me when no one's around, one's around
She only loves me cause I put it down
And it's fine by me
And it's fine by me
She knows I can take her there, afterwards she just don't care
She knows I can take her there, afterwards she just don't care
She only loves me when the lights are off, lights are off
She only loves me when the sun is down, sun is down
She only loves me when no one's around, one's around
She only loves me cause I put it down
You a freak, and it's fine by me
You a freak, and it's fine by me
And it's fine by me
And it's fine by me
And it's fine by me
Oh, she never stays to watch the night turn to day
But I'm like use me baby, anyway you want
I wish you were mine in the broad daylight
But you just use me baby, anyway you want
I wish you were mine but
She only loves me when the lights are off, lights are off
She only loves me when the sun is down, sun is down
She only loves me when no one's around, one's around
She only loves me cause I put it down
And it's fine by me
And it's fine by me
She's like the wind, she comes and goes and again
All of my friends think I'm a fool, silly them
But I'm like use me baby, anyway you want
I wish you were mine in the broad daylight
But you just use me baby, anyway you want
I wish you were mine but
She only loves me when the lights are off, lights are off
She only loves me when the sun is down, sun is down
She only loves me when no one's around, one's around
She only loves me cause I put it down
And it's fine by me
And it's fine by me
She knows I can take her there, afterwards she just don't care
She knows I can take her there, afterwards she just don't care
She only loves me when the lights are off, lights are off
She only loves me when the sun is down, sun is down
She only loves me when no one's around, one's around
She only loves me cause I put it down
You a freak, and it's fine by me
You a freak, and it's fine by me
And it's fine by me
And it's fine by me
And it's fine by me
Wrist lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Solo Lucci)
[Intro: Solo Lucci & Chris Brown]
Wrist, drip, wrist, dip
Wrist, drip, wrist, drippin' and drippin'
Wrist skrr, skrr tip, four tip, wrist
Drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin, drippin'
[Verse 1: Solo Lucci]
My wrist 'bout 30 below, why would I be worried 'bout hoes?
And if you ain't ever leaning, swerving in traffic, you ain't sip that dirty before
Catch me tipping on 4's, diamond drippin', prolly sippin' on 4's
Ferragamo slippers dipped 'em in gold with so many women, think I'm pimpin' on hoes
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Cause my wrist still drippin', 44's still tip
In the cut with my hittas, no they do not miss
I'm a champagne pourin' nigga, I love big asses and tits (Show me them tities)
And if you're here just to witness, I just promise this
[Hook: Chris Brown]
Hold my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
On my wrist, tip, four tip
Wrist drip, 44's tip
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
No he not ballin' like us, who the fuck he think he is?
You gotta come to my city, you gotta see how we live (Pull up with the drug dealers)
You should just come on the bed, I should just fuck you right now
Oh just forget what I said, I just be thinking out loud
Thinking out loud, thinking out loud
Can I hit in the mirror? Yeah, I wanna see your body clearer
Let's think out loud, think out loud
Got my wrist doin' 85 in a 35, 35, 35
[Hook: Chris Brown]
Wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
On my wrist, tip, four tip
Wrist drip, 44's tip
[Verse 3: Solo Lucci]
My wrist 30 below, it cost about 40
Get 50 on me, my neck is retarded
But nigga I don't get it, my bitch is a baller
But she from the streets so don't get us started
Handcuffs like I got arrested homie
Ferragamo's on me, got me flexin' on 'em
Mud, mud, I got all these taxes on me
Diamonds shining that's for VVS' only
Leanin' off Activis, tippin' on four, thinkin' 'bout winter how you just sleep on it like mattresses
But that's how it go, I'm gettin' that dough and I'm 'bout to count up like it's calculus
I got my name out that trappin' shit but I got the fame out this rappin' shit
Now my watch and my chain is immaculate
[Hook: Chris Brown]
Wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
On my wrist, tip, four tip
Wrist drip, 44's tip
Wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
On my wrist, tip, four tip
Wrist drip, 44's tip
Wrist, drip, wrist, dip
Wrist, drip, wrist, drippin' and drippin'
Wrist skrr, skrr tip, four tip, wrist
Drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin, drippin'
[Verse 1: Solo Lucci]
My wrist 'bout 30 below, why would I be worried 'bout hoes?
And if you ain't ever leaning, swerving in traffic, you ain't sip that dirty before
Catch me tipping on 4's, diamond drippin', prolly sippin' on 4's
Ferragamo slippers dipped 'em in gold with so many women, think I'm pimpin' on hoes
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Cause my wrist still drippin', 44's still tip
In the cut with my hittas, no they do not miss
I'm a champagne pourin' nigga, I love big asses and tits (Show me them tities)
And if you're here just to witness, I just promise this
[Hook: Chris Brown]
Hold my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
On my wrist, tip, four tip
Wrist drip, 44's tip
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
No he not ballin' like us, who the fuck he think he is?
You gotta come to my city, you gotta see how we live (Pull up with the drug dealers)
You should just come on the bed, I should just fuck you right now
Oh just forget what I said, I just be thinking out loud
Thinking out loud, thinking out loud
Can I hit in the mirror? Yeah, I wanna see your body clearer
Let's think out loud, think out loud
Got my wrist doin' 85 in a 35, 35, 35
[Hook: Chris Brown]
Wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
On my wrist, tip, four tip
Wrist drip, 44's tip
[Verse 3: Solo Lucci]
My wrist 30 below, it cost about 40
Get 50 on me, my neck is retarded
But nigga I don't get it, my bitch is a baller
But she from the streets so don't get us started
Handcuffs like I got arrested homie
Ferragamo's on me, got me flexin' on 'em
Mud, mud, I got all these taxes on me
Diamonds shining that's for VVS' only
Leanin' off Activis, tippin' on four, thinkin' 'bout winter how you just sleep on it like mattresses
But that's how it go, I'm gettin' that dough and I'm 'bout to count up like it's calculus
I got my name out that trappin' shit but I got the fame out this rappin' shit
Now my watch and my chain is immaculate
[Hook: Chris Brown]
Wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
On my wrist, tip, four tip
Wrist drip, 44's tip
Wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
On my wrist, tip, four tip
Wrist drip, 44's tip
Make Love lyrics - Chris Brown
I wanna make love, yeah
I wanna make love to you baby, that's all I wanna do, oh girl
I can't get enough, ooh yeah, hey
I'm loving you baby, that's all I wanna do
Girl I wanna love you, baby
Oh I wanna make love to you, yeah
I said baby, baby, baby, woah
I wanna make love to you, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah baby, girl you look so good
You're all I can think about, the only one I can't be without, yeah
Everything you do, woah, oh no
Girl I swear I have no doubt, I'm gon' make you scream and shout
Girl I wanna love you, baby
Yeah I wanna make love to you, yeah
I said baby, baby, baby, yeah
I wanna make love to you, yeah yeah yeah
Baby girl, give me some, give me some loving, oh yeah
I love the look on your face when I'm deep in love
All I need in my life, girl is your loving, yeah
Girl give me some, give me some loving, oh
Girl I wanna love you, baby
I wanna make love to you, yeah
I said baby, baby, baby
I wanna make love to you, yeah yeah yeah
Girl I now wanna make love to you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Girl I now wanna make love to you
Wanna make love to you
I wanna make love to you baby, that's all I wanna do, oh girl
I can't get enough, ooh yeah, hey
I'm loving you baby, that's all I wanna do
Girl I wanna love you, baby
Oh I wanna make love to you, yeah
I said baby, baby, baby, woah
I wanna make love to you, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah baby, girl you look so good
You're all I can think about, the only one I can't be without, yeah
Everything you do, woah, oh no
Girl I swear I have no doubt, I'm gon' make you scream and shout
Girl I wanna love you, baby
Yeah I wanna make love to you, yeah
I said baby, baby, baby, yeah
I wanna make love to you, yeah yeah yeah
Baby girl, give me some, give me some loving, oh yeah
I love the look on your face when I'm deep in love
All I need in my life, girl is your loving, yeah
Girl give me some, give me some loving, oh
Girl I wanna love you, baby
I wanna make love to you, yeah
I said baby, baby, baby
I wanna make love to you, yeah yeah yeah
Girl I now wanna make love to you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Girl I now wanna make love to you
Wanna make love to you
Liquor lyrics - Chris Brown
There's something in this liquor
The air is getting thicker
I can't help but to stare at you, oh yeah, girl what did you do?
Tell me what did you slip up in my cup?
Girl, cause I want you, oh yeah
I had a little bit too much girl, so come over here
There's something in this liquor (oh yeah)
The air is getting thicker
All I want is you-ou-ou-ou
All I want is you-ou-ou-ou
There's something in this liquor girl, I'm looking at your figure woah
I just want to see you strip right now, baby let me help you work it out, oh
Girl you look so good, I just want to get right to it, oh
I could beat it up like-like a real nigga should, baby when we do it, woah
There's something in this liquor (oh yeah)
The air is getting thicker
All I want is you-ou-ou-ou
All I want is you-ou-ou-ou
All I wanna do is drink and (fuck), drink, drink and (fuck)
All I wanna do is drink and (fuck), and (fuck), and (fuck)
All I want is you-ou-ou-ou, drink and (fuck), drink, drink and (fuck)
Drink and (fuck), and (fuck), and (fuck)
There's something in this liquor
There's something in this liquor girl
The air is getting thicker
I can't help but stare at you, oh yeah, girl what did you do?
What did you slip up in my cup girl?
Cause I really want you
I had a little bit too much girl, so come over here, woah
All I wanna do is drink and (fuck), drink, drink and (fuck)
Drink and (fuck), and (fuck), and (fuck)
Drink and (fuck), drink, drink and (fuck)
Drink and (fuck), and (fuck), and (fuck)
All I wanna do is drink and, drink, drink and
Drink and, and, and
Drink and, drink, drink and
Drink and, and, and
The air is getting thicker
I can't help but to stare at you, oh yeah, girl what did you do?
Tell me what did you slip up in my cup?
Girl, cause I want you, oh yeah
I had a little bit too much girl, so come over here
There's something in this liquor (oh yeah)
The air is getting thicker
All I want is you-ou-ou-ou
All I want is you-ou-ou-ou
There's something in this liquor girl, I'm looking at your figure woah
I just want to see you strip right now, baby let me help you work it out, oh
Girl you look so good, I just want to get right to it, oh
I could beat it up like-like a real nigga should, baby when we do it, woah
There's something in this liquor (oh yeah)
The air is getting thicker
All I want is you-ou-ou-ou
All I want is you-ou-ou-ou
All I wanna do is drink and (fuck), drink, drink and (fuck)
All I wanna do is drink and (fuck), and (fuck), and (fuck)
All I want is you-ou-ou-ou, drink and (fuck), drink, drink and (fuck)
Drink and (fuck), and (fuck), and (fuck)
There's something in this liquor
There's something in this liquor girl
The air is getting thicker
I can't help but stare at you, oh yeah, girl what did you do?
What did you slip up in my cup girl?
Cause I really want you
I had a little bit too much girl, so come over here, woah
All I wanna do is drink and (fuck), drink, drink and (fuck)
Drink and (fuck), and (fuck), and (fuck)
Drink and (fuck), drink, drink and (fuck)
Drink and (fuck), and (fuck), and (fuck)
All I wanna do is drink and, drink, drink and
Drink and, and, and
Drink and, drink, drink and
Drink and, and, and
Zero lyrics - Chris Brown
I thought we were great
You took your love back and ran us off track
I counted all the days
'Til you would come back. How stupid was that?
Now you're missing what we used to have
Guess the vodka brought the feeling back
I was caught up in the aftermath
But now, if you really want to know
Ask how many nights I've been thinking of you, zero, zero
Gave a hundred percent but all I got from you, zero, zero
I thought you were the one, then you turned around
Found somebody better, like I never met ya
Ask how many nights I've been thinking of you, zero, zero
(zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero)
That's how many fucks I give
Wake up with a dime
Get up to no good better than you could
Go out, free our minds
Like you never would, never understood
Now you're missing what we used to have
You been creeping round my Instagram
I was caught up in the aftermath
But now, if you really wanna know
Ask how many nights I've been thinking of you, zero, zero
Gave a hundred percent but all I got from you, zero, zero
I thought you were the one, then you turned around
Found somebody better, like I never met ya
Ask how many nights I've been thinking of you, zero, zero
(zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero)
That's how many fucks I give
Broke back then but a nigga rich now
Got dollars, got euros, got yen, I got pounds
Zeros, zeros
Calling me up cause your bank check bounced
My new chick one hundred
And she got her own dinero, zero
You think I'm thinking about your ass?
Ask how many nights I've been thinking of you, zero, zero
Gave a hundred percent but all I got from you, zero, zero
I thought you were the one, then you turned around
Found somebody better, like I never met ya
Ask how many nights I've been thinking of you, zero, zero
(zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero)
That's how many fucks I give,
(zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero)
That's how many fucks I give
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