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Elevation Worship – Might Get Loud Lyrics (feat. Chris Brown, Brandon Lake & Tiffany Hudson)

[Verse 1: Brandon Lake]
Excuse me for a minute
But I’ve got a song to sing
‘Might not be on-key
But it’s from my heart
No one else can tell it
What the Lord has done for me
This might take all-day
So, I better start right now

[Chorus: Brandon Lake & Chris Brown]
And it might get loud
It might get loud
‘Cause Heaven’s coming
Down, down, down
And it might get loud
It might get loud
Heaven’s coming
Down, down, down
And it might get loud

[Verse 2: Chris Brown & Tiffany Hudson]
I don’t have a halo
No, I’m not a perfect man
I’m just glad to be a child of God
‘Cause when I think of
Where I could’ve been
Should’ve been, would’ve been
If you hadn’t stepped in
I’ve got a praise on the Inside
That can’t be denied
And I gotta get it out right now
[Chorus: All]
And it might get loud
It might get loud
Heaven’s coming
Down, down, down
And it might get loud
It might get loud
Heaven’s coming
Down, down, down
And it might get loud

(When the saints start praising)
It might get loud
(When the chains start breaking)
Heaven’s coming
Down, down, down
And it might get loud
(When the saints start praising)
It might get loud
(When the chains start breaking)
Heaven’s coming
Down, down, down

And it might get loud

[Bridge: Brandon Lake & Chris Brown]
Why can’t I praise Him
As loud as I want?
Why can’t I praise Him
As loud as I want?
(Heaven’s coming down, down, down, down)
Why can’t I praise Him
As loud as I want?
(Heaven’s coming down, down, down, down)
Why can’t I praise Him
As loud as I want?
(Heaven’s coming down, down, down, down)
Why can’t I praise Him
As loud as I want?
Why can’t I praise Him
As loud as I want?
Why can’t I praise Him
As loud as I want?
Why can’t I praise Him
As loud as I want?

[Chorus: All]
Oh, It might get loud
(Excuse me for a minute)
It might get loud
(But I’ve got a song to sing)
Heaven’s coming
Down, down, down
And it might get loud
(No, I don’t got a halo)
It might get loud
(But I know that I’m a child of God)
Heaven’s coming
Down, down, down
And it might get loud
(When I think about His Goodness)
It might get loud
(No, I can keep on praising)
Heaven’s coming
Down, down, down
And it might get loud
[Bridge: Brandon Lake & Chris Brown]
Why can’t I praise Him
As loud as I want?
Why can’t I praise Him
As loud as I want?
Why can’t I praise Him
As loud as I want?
Why can’t I praise Him
As loud as I want?

Chris Brown’s Birthday Bash Shut Down By LAPD

Chris Brown has never been accused of not knowing how to party.

The superstar singer celebrated his 32nd birthday this week with a huge event at his house on Wednesday, which also happened to be Cinco de Mayo. The party, which has held in Tarzana, CA, reportedly became so large and loud that the neighbors called the police, who escorted guests out of the area.

According to TMZ, the night saw around 500 attendees, and ABC7 reported that neighbors were complaining about the 300 cars parked outside Brown’s home. After speaking with Chris Brown’s onsite security team, the police asked that the music be turned down and partygoers asked to leave.

Of course, getting that many people out of a neighborhood at 2am is a feat of its own. Police cars reportedly helped direct traffic and multiple helicopters recorded the situation from above. The cops involved did report that guests were very cooperative when leaving the party.

Chris Brown has yet to speak out about the incident or the party, but video clips shared online show the singer enjoying his celebration and turning up to some of his own hits. Considering his history, it seems unlikely that Brown is very rattled by the experience.

In 2019, cops were called to the same home for a similar reason, except this time, it wasn’t a party that drew far too many people to Chris’ house. Brown took to Instagram to share his home address with his millions of followers, announcing that he was hosting a yard sale where fans could score some of his pre-worn designer items at a discounted price.

Chris Brown intended to donate a portion of the proceeds to charity, but LAPD quickly tried to shut the event down by claiming the singer needed a permit to sell out of his house. However, Chris’ legal team fought for his right to have the yard sale, which continued as planned while police patrolled the area out of fear that crowds would become too large. Clearly, Chris still isn’t concerned with the impact of large crowds, even in the middle of a pandemic.

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Lil Tecca – Senorita Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
CashMoneyAP
Yeah, yeah
Kio, Kio
Yeah, yeah, oh
Buh, buh, buh, buh (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Lately niggas been worried ’bout Tecca, nigga
You want me, how you gonna do better, nigga?
Bet on myself, how the fuck I’m a better, nigga?
They got me feeling like shit like I’m just a nigga
Talk about me, how the fuck I’ma let a nigga?
He took a shower, yeah, that TEC had to wet a nigga
And shawty left him, yeah, she seen I’m the better nigga
I evolve from human to gold, like caterpillar
Yeah, why you be worried about me? (Yeah)
You hit me, I leave ’em on seen (Yeah)
He a junkie, he be off the codeine (Yeah)
They look up to me, I’m only sixteen (Yeah)
I got a TEC, it go, “Bap, bap, bap” (Yeah)
They hit on my bitch and they snap and they clap (Yeah)
I feel like Chris Brown, I’m on top when I dance (Yeah)
She want me inside, like a crease in her pants

[Verse 1]
I’m never hot ’cause I got a lot of fans
Best fans, Tecca stans
Sold out stands, Tecca stans
DSR, FaZe Clan
I don’t gotta flex, ’cause I know I’m the man
I got a bad lil’ eater
Don’t know her, call her señorita
McDonald’s, can’t five star feed her (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Lately niggas been worried ’bout Tecca, nigga
You want me, how you gonna do better, nigga?
Bet on myself, how the fuck I’m a better, nigga?
They got me feeling like shit like I’m just a nigga
Talk about me, how the fuck I’ma let a nigga?
He took a shower, yeah, that TEC had to wet a nigga
And shawty left him, yeah, she seen I’m the better nigga
I evolve from human to gold, like caterpillar
Yeah, why you be worried about me? (Yeah)
You hit me, I leave ’em on seen (Yeah)
He a junkie, he be off the codeine (Yeah)
They look up to me, I’m only sixteen (Yeah)
I got a TEC, it go, “Bap, bap, bap” (Yeah)
They hit on my bitch and they snap and they clap (Yeah)
I feel like Chris Brown, I’m on top when I dance (Yeah)
She want me inside, like a crease in her pants

[Verse 2]
Run up the girl, had to run it up, baby
German lil’ shawty, she ride a Mercedes
I get the drip, I’m drippin’ on the daily
He talkin’ on ‘Gram but, no, he can’t face me
His bitch can Face me, bitch can taste me
Laced the nigga, gave him rabies
Ketamine, I got lazy
Blue, yellow, Jordan, Lanies

[Chorus]
Lately niggas been worried ’bout Tecca, nigga
You want me, how you gonna do better, nigga?
Bet on myself, how the fuck I’m a better, nigga?
They got me feeling like shit like I’m just a nigga
Talk about me, how the fuck I’ma let a nigga?
He took a shower, yeah, that TEC had to wet a nigga
And shawty left him, yeah, she seen I’m the better nigga
I evolve from human to gold, like caterpillar
Yeah, why you be worried about me? (Yeah)
You hit me, I leave ’em on seen (Yeah)
He a junkie, he be off the codeine (Yeah)
They look up to me, I’m only sixteen (Yeah)
I got a TEC, it go, “Bap, bap, bap” (Yeah)
They hit on my bitch and they snap and they clap (Yeah)
I feel like Chris Brown, I’m on top when I dance (Yeah)
She want me inside, like a crease in her pants

[Outro]
Uh
Uh (Tecca stans)
Uh (Tecca stans)
Uh (Tecca stans)

Chris Brown – Run It! (No Rap) Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: Scott Storch & Chris Brown]
Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo!
Scott Storch
Oh-oh, oh, oh
Woo!
Oh-oh
Chris Brown
Chris Brown

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Let me talk to you, tell you how it is
I was thinking when I saw that body
Gotta get shawty, tell her what the young boy gon’ do
Damn, them chicks with you gotta be your kin
Babe, pretty thick with the kick that’s sick
That need to be hit, so tell me what y’all gon’ do

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown & Juelz Santana]
I got friends and you got friends (Word, oh)
They hop out, and you hop in (Word, oh-oh)
I look fly and they jocking (Word)
The way you drop, drop makes me wanna pop
I got friends and you got friends (Word, hey)
They hop out, and you hop in (Word)
I look fly and they jocking (Word)
The way you drop, drop makes me wanna pop

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Is ya man (Man) on the floor? (Floor)
If he ain’t (Ain’t), lemme know (Know)
Let me see if you can run it, run it
Girl, indeed I can run it, run it
Is ya man (Man) on the floor? (Floor)
If he ain’t (Ain’t), lemme know (Lemme know)
Let me see if you can run it, run it
Girl, indeed I can run it, run it (Come here!)

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
You’ll see, girl, I can set you off
Don’t believe my age is gonna slow us down
I can definitely show you things to have you saying I can’t be 16
Once I get in you won’t let go
(And I) I’ll have the girls wishing they were you
(And I) I know you heard about me
But guess what’s going down if we leave

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown & Juelz Santana]
I got friends and you got friends (Word, oh)
They hop out, and you hop in (Word, oh)
I look fly and they jocking (Word, huh)
The way you drop, drop makes me wanna pop
I got friends and you got friends (Word)
They hop out, and you hop in (Word, hey)
I look fly and they jocking (Word, ooh)
The way you drop, drop makes me wanna pop (Ooh, ooh)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Is ya man (Man) on the floor? (Floor)
If he ain’t (Ain’t), lemme know (Know)
Let me see if you can run it, run it
Girl, indeed I can run it, run it
Is ya man (Man) on the floor? (Floor)
If he ain’t (Ain’t), lemme know (Lemme know)
Let me see if you can run it, run it
Girl, indeed I can run it, run it

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Girl, you feel right (Feel right)
Make me feel like (Feel like)
I wanna do a little something (Do a little something)
Ain’t no thing ‘less you do it for sure
Girl, the way that you’re wearing them jeans is turning me on
I’m the hottest thing that’s in these streets
So baby won’t you rock me?

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Is ya man (Man, oh) on the floor? (Floor)
If he ain’t (Ain’t), lemme know (Know, ooh, ooh, yeah)
Let me see if you can run it, run it
Girl, indeed I can run it, run it (Oh, woah-oh)
Is ya man (Man, oh, woah-oh) on the floor? (Floor)
If he ain’t (Ain’t), lemme know (Lemme know, mmm)
Let me see if you can run it, run it (Run it)
Girl, indeed I can run it, run it (Yeah)

[Outro: Chris Brown]
Oh-oh

Chris Brown – Holding Me (Devil) Lyrics

[Intro]
Drumma Boy
Look, look, uh

[Chrous]
I keep on walking
‘Cause love is like a mile away
Hear people talking
But I don’t listen to shit they say
I’m smoking this blunt
I don’t give a fuck if the devil is holding me back
I’m smoking this blunt
I don’t give a fuck if the devil is holding me back
I keep on walking
‘Cause love is like a mile away
Hear people talking
But I don’t listen to shit they say
I’m smoking this blunt
I don’t give a fuck if the devil is holding me back
I’m smoking this blunt
I don’t give a fuck if the devil is holding me back

[Verse]
Man, like last night I O.D
Every day is like KOD
Same shit tonight
Champagne on me
Man, what the hell is wrong with me?
A nigga too fly to be in the club
Bad bitches scheming
But I’m never gon’ pay to fuck, right
Just look at all these fake ass superficials
Probation over, I’m registering two pistols
You niggas make me sick
Blowing like a fuckin’ whistle
I’m tired of glorifying niggas I ain’t fuckin with
Real dough, I’m ’bout it
My hands right and my circle small
Nigga, back up, I feel proud
I’m still spending money from that first Chris Brown
And I’m smoking, feeling clouded
I’m elevating my flight mileage
Frustrated, we made it
Fuck you, nigga, I’m gon’ stay wildin’

[Chrous]
I keep on walking
‘Cause love is like a mile away
Hear people talking
But I don’t listen to shit they say
I’m smoking this blunt
I don’t give a fuck if the devil is holding me back
I’m smoking this blunt
I don’t give a fuck if the devil is holding me back
I keep on walking
‘Cause love is like a mile away
Hear people talking
But I don’t listen to shit they say
I’m smoking this blunt
I don’t give a fuck if the devil is holding me back
I’m smoking this blunt
I don’t give a fuck if the devil is holding me back
I keep on walking
‘Cause love is like a mile away
Hear people talking
But I don’t listen to shit they say
I’m smoking this blunt
I don’t give a fuck if the devil is holding me back
I’m smoking this blunt
I don’t give a fuck if the devil is holding me back
I keep on walking
‘Cause love is like a mile away
Hear people talking
But I don’t listen to shit they say
I’m smoking this blunt
I don’t give a fuck if the devil is holding me back
I’m smoking this blunt
I don’t give a fuck if the devil is holding me back

Juice WRLD – Hate Her Friends lyrics

[Chorus]
Yeah, I hate to say it but I fell in love again
We needed a vacation, so I took a trip to France
I just spent 2000 on a shirt and a pair of pants
If you niggas couldn’t tell, I’m never going broke again
I love poppin’ Perkies, that’s my baby, love the ‘Xans
Had to cover up, couldn’t do that single shit again
I really love her style, but I really hate her friends
They’ll be hating outside the club when they can’t even get in

[Verse]
Look at me now like Chris Brown
I’m a king, that’s my queen, better bow down
All the hoes on my line ’cause I’m up now, yeah
Come through when she’s not around, yeah
I’m just playing, bae, you know I’m here to stay
This is real love, I ain’t here to play
I need real drugs, not the fake Perks, but the real ones
I remember I was caught up in my feelings
All these women starting to look like evil villains
Baby, you a hero, you’re so different
Had to put the drug talk down for a minute
Listen, this bitch got me tripping

[Chorus]
Yeah, I hate to say it but I fell in love again
We needed a vacation, so I took a trip to France
I just spent 2000 on a shirt and a pair of pants
If you niggas couldn’t tell, I’m never going broke again
I love poppin’ Perkies, that’s my baby, love the ‘Xans
Had to cover up, couldn’t do that single shit again
I really love her style, but I really hate her friends
They’ll be hating outside the club when they can’t even get in

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus]
Yeah, I hate to say it but I fell in love again
We needed a vacation, so I took a trip to France
I just spent 2000 on a shirt and a pair of pants
If you niggas couldn’t tell, I’m never going broke again
I love poppin’ Perkies, that’s my baby, love the ‘Xans
Had to cover up, couldn’t do that single shit again
I really love her style, but I really hate her friends
They’ll be hating outside the club when they can’t even get in

blackbear – thursday/froze over (“interlude”) lyrics

[Part I: thursday]

[Intro]
Oh, yeah
Beartrap trap music

[Verse 1]
Me and Justin Bieber fuck the same girls
Me and G-Eazy fuck the same Wilhelmina models
Me and Chris Brown got the same H-Town
Had to block all your accounts, they all gonna find out about you

[Pre-Chorus]
Woah, the truth
That I did it with another girl on Thursday after you
All this shit we did up on your birthday
Honestly, it’s just to me another Thursday

[Chorus]
I need to re-up, re-up
Kick my feet up, feet up
Pour another four in my one liter, liter
Need to re-up, re-up
Instagram sluts
‘Cause everybody dies and love is fake as fuck
I need to re-up, re-up
Kick my feet up, feet up
Pour another four in my one liter, liter
Truth is all this shit we doin’ on your birthday, woah
To me, that’s just another Thursday, just another Thursday to me
Got a ho every single day of the week, baby
Oh

[Verse 2]
Me and Lil Uzi Vert fuck the same girls
Jared Leto get more than me, but it’s alright
And Bruno Mars sing these hoes to sleep
If we talkin’ pipes, I’ma lay it right there

[Pre-Chorus]
Woah, the truth
That I did it with another girl on Thursday after you
All this shit we did up on your birthday
Honestly, it’s just to me another Thursday

[Chorus]
I need to re-up, re-up
Kick my feet up, feet up
Pour another four in my one liter, liter
Need to re-up, re-up
Instagram sluts
‘Cause everybody dies and love is fake as fuck
I need to re-up, re-up
Kick my feet up, feet up
Pour another four in my one liter, liter
Truth is all this shit we doin’ on your birthday, woah
To me, that’s just another Thursday, just another Thursday to me
Got a ho every single day of the week, baby
Oh

[Part II: froze over]

[Refrain]
My heart froze over
My heart froze over
My heart froze over
My heart froze over
My heart froze over
My heart froze over
My heart froze over
My heart froze over
My heart froze over
My heart froze over

My heart froze over
My heart froze over
My heart froze over
My heart froze over
My heart froze over

Tee Grizzley – Set The Record Straight (feat. Chris Brown) lyrics

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
Hold up, lemma catch my breath, nigga watch yo step
I’m in the game, it ain’t no rules, we’ll knock off refs
Don’t leave the crib without them racks
Without my vest, my strap (my strap)
Yo bitch got some good neck-neck, my wrist neck wet (neck wet)
And I got big boy Patek, cash don’t take checks
You gon’ do what? (blaow, blaow), nigga I don’t take threats (Threats)
Hellcat on yo block (skrt), I treat her like racetrack (skrt)
Get in the booth, state facts (facts), I don’t pay for sex
But I take care of my hoes (my bitches), buy bundles, bags and oil (facts)
I just bought one a boutique (that’s love), ain’t gotta go to the mall (that’s love)
I had to show off for that one (forreal), she give me head on call (forreal)
I’m gon’ finish countin’ this money, with my wrist on thaw (froze)
Demolition man, knock down yo bitch wall (her walls)
Knock down yo big homie, courtesy of my young dawg (young dawg)
Keep it real with yourself if nobody else (nobody else)
You the realest nigga breathin’ if I hold my breath

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Drink all night (drink all night)
And let’s play a little naughty (play a little)
Got my hands on thighs (got my hands on her thighs)
Got into foreplay, I’ma take my time
You know it’s okay (that a good thing)
Show me babe (it’s about time)
You and I
Set the record straight (aw yeah)
Fuck it up

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Say what’s in the bag, get it too fast, spendin’ a check today
Makin’ it last, we payin’ the tax, I’m too caught up in the race
When I’m doin’ bad, where was you at? I’m only speakin’ the facts
You wanna play follow the leader, you really bout’ it, got my name on your ass
Lock down, lock down, baby when I lock it down, down
I need the energy right now, turn up, don’t pipe down
Look at me, if you need, I’ll pull up
She hit me up, said she tryna fuck, buckle up
I gotta smoke a J, she take it to the face
On or off babe? Fuck with you the long way
Smoke some weed babe, fuck what he say
Know what you need babe, as we play, yeah
No, you don’t gotta tell anybody
Just throw it and keep givin’ me problems
So good in the morning, need a doctor
I’ll keep going, I’ma give it to you proper

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Drink all night (drink all night)
And let’s play a little naughty (play a little)
Got my hands on thighs (got my hands on her thighs)
Got into foreplay, I’ma take my time
Baby it’s okay (I made up my mind)
Show me babe (it’s about time)
You and I
Set the record straight
Fuck it up

Chance The Rapper – Juke Jam (feat. Justin Bieber & Towkio) lyrics

[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]
We used to roll at the rink, we used to roll at the rink
I used to talk way too much, you used to know everything
You couldn’t stand me, I couldn’t stand you
You said I’m steady playin’, but you steady playin’ too
Your big brother foot work
Your play sister Juke
The rink was the place but in that space and time I was too young for you
As you were for me, too worried ’bout Frooties and Chews
‘Til I found out all the shawdy’s with cooties was cute
And realized what booties can do

[Hook: Towkio]
We gon’ get it poppin’
We gon’ get it Jukin’
We gon’ throw a party
We ain’t gotta do shit
You came with your best friend
Came up with for the weekend
Rolling with your parties
So tell me what you thinkin’
So we gon’ have a juke jam
So we gon’ have a juke jam
We can have a party, just listening to music
Like we used to do
I’ll get close to you
I remember you
You used to “I remember you”

[Bridge: Justin Bieber]
We’ve got so much history baby, maybe
Maybe you and I were meant to be
Maybe I’m crazy

[Verse 2: Chance The Rapper]
We never rolled at the rink
We would just go to the rink
You ain’t buy tokens no more
You just hip roll at the rink
You had a nigga, I couldn’t stand him
But when they play “Take You Down”, Chris Brown
I am his stand-in
I mean it’s just dancing
It’s harmless as fuck
Then I put my waist through your hips
And your legs and my arms just to harness you up
Then we hit the floor
All the kiddies stop skating
To see grown folks do, what grown folks do
When they grown and they dating

[Bridge: Justin Bieber]
We’ve got so much history baby, maybe
Maybe you and I were meant to be
Maybe I’m crazy
Crazy about you

[Hook: Towkio]
We gon’ get it poppin’
We gon’ get it Jukin’
We gon’ throw a party
We ain’t gotta do shit
You came with your best friend
Who came up for the weekend
Rollin with the parties
So tell me what you thinkin’
So we gon’ have a juke jam
So we gon’ have a juke jam
We can have a party, just listening to music
Like we used to do
I’ll get close to you
I remember you
You used to “I remember you”

[Outro: Justin Bieber]
We’ve got so much history baby (juke)
Maybe (juke)

Charli XCX – Cloud Aura (feat. Brooke Candy) lyrics

[Chorus: Charli XCX]
Baby, what hurts the most
Is when you become so cold
You’re starting to hurt my heart
You left me here in the dark
Now I got to make a change
I don’t want to see your face
I’m starting to hurt your heart
Hope you fall apart

[Verse 1: Brooke Candy]
We were on some Bonnie and Clyde shit
Kept the blunts rolled, always let you take the first hit
When the feds caught us, I said I would take the rap
‘Cause I knew it ain’t easy livin’ life in the trap
I was the Queen B and you were like my Jay Z
Only one who held me down when I was fuckin’ crazy
Ivana and Trump, shit, we coulda’ ran the world
You were my Chris Brown, I was your only girl
Let you put your feet up while I was cooking you breakfast
Thought I found my ride or die, but now I just regret shit
Log into your email ’cause I knew that shit was wrong
Pullin’ up a private photo of a bitch showin’ her thong
Then I look a lil’ closer, it’s my home girl Lisa
Time to terminate shit
Hasta la vista
Married to the mob, so I put a hit on it
Handed you my heart, then you took a shit on it
That’s fucked up

[Chorus: Charli XCX]
Baby, what hurts the most
Is when you become so cold
You’re starting to hurt my heart
You left me here in the dark
Now I got to make a change
I don’t want to see your face
I’m starting to hurt your heart
Hope you fall apart

[Verse 2: Charli XCX]
Now I’mma fuck your shit up
Set fire to your pick-up
And drive it super sonic, crash, and burn it with my sister
No, I don’t need a mister
Cancel your baby sitter
I’m never going down that road, it’s easy to resist ya

[Verse 3: Charli XCX]
You broke my heart
And I’m never gon’ forget this
You broke my heart
And now I’m comin’ back to get ya, don’t ya know?

[Chorus: Charli XCX]
Baby, what hurts the most
Is when you become so cold
You’re starting to hurt my heart
You left me here in the dark
Now I got to make a change
I don’t want to see your face
I’m starting to hurt your heart
Hope you fall apart
Baby, what hurts the most
Is when you become so cold
You’re starting to hurt my heart
You left me here in the dark
Now I got to make a change
I don’t want to see your face
I’m starting to hurt your heart
Hope you fall apart

Lil Dicky – Freaky Friday lyrics

[Intro: Chris Brown]
Lil Dicky, ooh
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
I woke up Chris Breezy, oh my god I’m the man (oh sh*t)
I’m so fly and I can dance (whoa, whoa sh*t)
There’s tattoos on my neck (oh, oh)
I just FaceTimed Kanye (blip, blip)
I told him I’m his biggest fan, yeah (yeah)
Got all these hoes in my DM (yeah, I do)
Holy sh*t, I got a kid (oh)
Ohh, I can sing so well
Wonder if I can say the n-word (wait for real?)
Wait, can I really say the n-word?
What up, my nigga? (woo) What up, my nigga?
Big ups, my nigga, we up, my nigga
You n*gger ass nigga, man, f*ck y’all niggas
‘Cause I’m that nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
I’m that nigga

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
I woke up in Chris Brown’s body (oh yeah)
Somehow this sh*t turned into Freaky Friday
But we got no choice but to turn this bitch sideways
(Oh yeah, oh yeah)
I can’t believe that it’s Freaky Friday
Yeah, it’s Freaky Friday
I’m in Chris Brown’s body
I drive his Ferrari and I’m light-skinned black

[Verse 2: Lil Dicky]
(Ring ring) What the f*ck?
I woke up and I’m Lil Dicky (Lil Dicky?)
Ugh, what the f*ck?
This sh*t is real weak
How his dick staying perched up on his balls like that?
Walking down the street and ain’t nobody know my name (whoa)
Ain’t no paparazzi flashing pictures, this is great (whoa)
Ain’t nobody judging ’cause I’m black or my controversial past
I’ma go and see a movie and relax (woo)
Ayy, I’m a Blood but I can finally wear blue (cool)
Why his momma calling all the time?
Leave me the f*ck alone, bitch
Wait, if I’m in Dicky’s body, Breezy is who?
Hope my daughter’s in school
Fuck, if I was Chris Brown, where would I be?
What would I do?

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
I woke up in Chris Brown’s body (oh yeah)
Somehow this sh*t turned into Freaky Friday
But we got no choice but to turn this bitch sideways
(Oh yeah, oh yeah)
I can’t believe that it’s Freaky Friday
Yeah, it’s Freaky Friday
I’m in Chris Brown’s body
I look at my soft dick with delight, it’s my dream dick

[Verse 3: Lil Dicky & Chris Brown]
If I was Lil Dicky in my body, where would I be?
I’m tryna to find myself like an introspective monk
I’m balling on the court, oh my god I can dunk
Snap a flick of my junk
My dick is trending on Twitter? Fuck
Now I’m at the club, I talked my way into getting in
I look up in the VIP, my goodness there I am
I signal to him to let me in but he won’t let me in
I don’t know who that is
Wait, who the f*ck he think he is?
Took a glass bottle, shatter it on the bouncer’s head (woo)
Walked up to that motherf*cker
Wait, think it through for a sec
If you hurting me then you only hurting yourself
But wait, I love myself
That was the key, now we’re switching back

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
I woke up in Chris Brown’s body (oh yeah)
Somehow this sh*t turned into Freaky Friday
But we got no choice but to turn this bitch sideways
(I can’t believe)
I can’t believe that it’s Freaky Friday

[Outro]
Lil Dicky: Wait, what the f*ck?
Ed Sheeran: And now I’m in Ed Sheeran’s body
It’s way less cool than being Chris Brown was
Lil Dicky: What the f*ck again?
DJ Khaled: I’m DJ Khaled
Why am I yelling?
Kendall Jenner: Huh, I’m Kendall Jenner
I got a vagina, I’m gonna explore that right now (woo, woo)
Holy sh*t, I got a vagina (uh), I’m gonna learn
I’m gonna understand the inner workings of a woman

Lil Dicky – Freaky Friday (feat. Chris Brown)

[Intro:]
Lil Dicky, ooh
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Chris Brown:]
I woke up Chris Breezy, oh my god I’m the man (oh shit)
I’m so fly and I can dance (whoa, whoa shit)
There’s tattoos on my neck (oh, ohhh)
I just FaceTimed Kanye (blip, blip)
I told him I’m his biggest fan yeah (yeah)
Got all these hoes in my DM (yeah, I do)
Holy shit, I got a kid (oh!)
Ohh, I can sing so well
Wonder if I can say the n-word (wait for real?)
Wait, can I really say the n-word?
What up, my nigga? (woo)
What up, my nigga? Big ups, my nigga
We up, my nigga, you pussy ass nigga
Man, fuck y’all niggas, ’cause I’m that nigga
Nigga, nigga, nigga, I’m that nigga

I woke up in Chris Brown’s body (oh yeah)
Somehow this shit turned into Freaky Friday
But we got no choice but to turn this bitch sideways (oh yeah, oh yeah)
I can’t believe that its freaky Friday
Yeah it’s Freaky Friday
I’m in Chris Brown’s body
I drive his Ferrari and I’m light-skinned black

[Lil Dicky:]
(Ring ring, what the fuck)
I woke up and I’m Lil Dicky (Lil Dicky)
(Ugh, what the fuck)
This shit is real weak
How his dick staying perched up on his balls like that?
Walking down the street and ain’t nobody know my name (whoa)
Ain’t no paparazzi flashing pictures, this is great (whoa)
Ain’t nobody judging ’cause I’m black or my controversial past
I’ma go and see a movie and relax (woo)
Ayy, I’m a Blood but I can finally wear blue (cool)
Why his momma calling all the time?
Leave me the fuck alone, bitch
Wait, if I’m in Dicky’s body, Breezy is who?
Hope my daughter’s in school
Fuck, if I was Chris Brown, where would I be?
What would I do?

[Chris Brown:]
I woke up in Chris Brown’s body (ohh yeah)
Somehow this shit turned into Freaky Friday
But we got no choice but to turn this bitch sideways (oh yeah, oh yeah)
I can’t believe that it’s Freaky Friday
Yeah it’s Freaky Friday
I’m in Chris Brown’s body
I look at my soft dick with delight, it’s my dream dick

[Lil Dicky:]
If I was Lil Dicky in my body, where would I be?
I’m trying to find myself like an introspective monk
[Chris Brown:]
I’m balling on the court, oh my god I can dunk
Snap a flick of my junk
[Lil Dicky:]
My dick is trending on Twitter, fuck
Now I’m at the club, I talked my way to getting in
I look up in the VIP, my goodness there I am
I signal to him to let me in but he won’t let me in
[Chris Brown:]
I don’t know who that is
[Lil Dicky:]
Wait, who the fuck he think he is?
Took a glass bottle, shatter it on the bouncer’s head (woo)
Walked up to that motherfucker
[Chris Brown:]
Wait, think it through for a sec
If you hurting me then you only hurting yourself
[Lil Dicky:]
But wait, I love myself
[Chris Brown:]
That was the key, now we’re switching back

I woke up in Chris Brown’s body (ohh yeah)
Somehow this shit turned into Freaky Friday
But we got no choice but to turn this bitch sideways (oh yeah, oh yeah)
I can’t believe that it’s Freaky Friday

[Ed Sheeran:]
Wait what the fuck
And now I’m in Ed Sheeran’s body
It’s way less cool than being Chris Brown was

[DJ Khaled:]
What the fuck again?
I’m DJ Khaled, why am I yelling

[Kendall Jenner:]
Huh, I’m Kendall Jenner
I got a vagina, I’m gonna explore that right now (woo)
Holy shit, I got a vagina (uh), I’m gonna learn
I’m gonna understand the inner workings of a woman

Blac Youngsta – Booty (Remix) (feat. Chris Brown, Jeezy & Trey Songz)

Beatmaster
Yung Lan on the track
[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
Chicken in the spot, jerk (jerk), what’s it in the pot? Work (work, woo)
Push button start, hit one button, turn the whole top to a vert (damn)
Let the AK squirt (boom), Lamborghini truck, purp (oh)
Nigga play with me, merked (yeah), then where you goin’? Church (let’s go)
Street certified and your nigga know that (know that)
Tell them bitches go and free Kodak (yeah)
While they at it tell them go and free Meechie (free him)
Had to cut them niggas off, they was leechin’ (fuck ’em)
Tourin’ with some bitches (bitches), FYI your bitch free (yeah)
I’m hard on a bitch, it ain’t easy (yeah)
Sold soft for the rent, it wasn’t easy (hard)
Tell judge gon’ free Meek Mill (Meek Mill)
21 summers, ain’t sleep still (nah)
Forehead ache like an Advil (white), 1998 got cash still (damn)
Flip that work with a gas grill (ayy)
Fuck around, had to pay gas bill
White 2 door cost your boy half mill (oh)
What you think ya bitch do on a half pill?

[Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
(Toot toot) twerk
Girl, I wanna see you twerk
I’ll throw a lil’ money if you twerk
I don’t really think you can twerk
(Toot toot) twerk
If you broke, go to work
Make that big booty twerk
Make that big booty twerk
(Toot toot)
Can I touch that booty?
That booty, that big ol’ booty?
Shake that booty, can I lay on the booty?
Mike Tyson on the booty
Copyright that booty (toot toot)

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Smash, spank that, ass, gas, smoke that (oh)
Little bitty bitch, throat that, yeah (ooh, ooh)
Pop it, drop it, you know I got the money, bitch, stop it
You a carbon, copy, call me, papi
Can’t pay the bills, she stupid, if she let me hit, I’ll do it
Big booty, black and beautiful, suwoop, chain got rubies
Batman, Bruce Wayne got groupies, catwoman, that pussy got boobies
Jump all in it, shoot, fuck it up, back it up, toot toot (twerk)
Big ol’ booty, bih, come over, got her titties in the Gucci
She fit the booty in them fashionova
Yeah, you ain’t no groupie, I’m Lyon like Lucious
That ass on stupid, and I’m tryna smash, man included
I wanna put you on a better team
Her booty shakin’ on my dick is something that I’ve never seen
I fuck her at the head of the bed instead lettin’ her get ahead of me
I’ma leave the dick in, bitch, you never gettin’ rid of me
Got my money on that ass, okay, what you sellin’ me?
I said I gotta spend a bag, okay what you tellin’ me?
I ain’t playin’ with yo ass, I already got too many felonies
If my bullet stick out, you gon’ really get the rest of me

[Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
(Toot toot) twerk
Girl, I wanna see you twerk
I’ll throw a lil’ money if you twerk
I don’t really think you can twerk
(Toot toot) twerk
If you broke, go to work
Make that big booty twerk
Make that big booty twerk
(Toot toot)
Can I touch that booty?
That booty, that big old booty?
Shake that booty, can I lay on the booty?
Mike Tyson on the booty
Copyright that booty (toot toot)

[Verse 3: Trey Songz]
Yeah, smack it up, flip it, rub it down, BBD
Yeah, I know you heard the news about that BBC
Yeah, greatest in that box, RIP Ali
Mmm, she say she love my kids, taste my legacy
Ooh, she go stupid, I’m no Cupid, I don’t cuff her, I can’t lose it
What she say I’m sleepin’ on her, I just said she just caught me snoozin’
Got a Uzi, she so woozy, that big booty such a doozy
I’m too G, word to Gucci, light a J, that’s word to Juicy, uh
Spread it open like a flower when the sun hit, yeah, uh
Girl, you like a Starburst, sunkissed, yeah
I got you bustin’ like a hunnid drum clip, yeah, uh
I throw a lil’ money, you make me cum quick

[Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
(Toot toot) twerk
Girl, I wanna see you twerk (lil’ bih)
I’ll throw a lil’ money if you twerk
I don’t really think you can twerk
(Toot toot) twerk
If you broke, go to work
Make that big booty twerk
Make that big booty twerk
(Toot toot)
Can I touch that booty?
That booty, that big old booty?
Shake that booty, can I lay on the booty?
Mike Tyson on the booty
Copyright that booty (toot toot)

[Verse 4: Blac Youngsta]
Bounce that booty on the floor (shake)
Shake it ’til you get a lil sore (shake)
Show ’em your mama made a ho (shake, twerk twerk)
Go’n ‘head, get a little low (shake)
Shake that booty in the car (shake)
Shake that booty in the store (shake)
(Twerk twerk, shake)
Pop it, stop it, drop it, pop it
If I hit Alexis Skyy, I’ma motherfuckin’ rock it (twerk twerk, shake)
I ain’t got no fuckin’ heart
I can’t be loyal to you whore
You weren’t here from the start (twerk twerk)

[Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
(Toot toot) twerk
Girl, I wanna see you twerk
I’ll throw a lil’ money if you twerk
I don’t really think you can twerk
(Toot toot) twerk
If you broke, go to work
Make that big booty twerk
Make that big booty twerk
(Toot toot)
Can I touch that booty?
That booty, that big ol’ booty?
Shake that booty, can I lay on the booty?
Mike Tyson on the booty
Copyright that booty (toot toot)

Chris Brown – Privacy (Remix) Lyrics

[Intro:Yamine]
Yo boy Yamine let’s get it

[Verse 1: Yamine]
This chick better show that ass
And also get my cash
She ain’t never stopping
Cuz I don’t want this to last
Me and Chris Brown throw some hunnids on the floor
Watch me smash that pussy, knowing I want some more
Freaky chick I’m gone
See me in throne
If you ain’t talking money then please leave me alone
Hundreds I’m thrown
I know that I’m home
How can you be a slut with them nice J’s on?
Hey baby girl I just want to make love to you
Even though you like it when I touch on you
I be like a king in these sheets
When I rub on you
And you know I’ll eat the fuck outta that pussy
Cuz I adore you
Hey
Hey shawty it’s yo birthday
Friday 17th, not a Thursday
I remember back in the day I was thirsty
Thirsty for that body
I’m shootin 3’s in you just like Curry
(yeah just like curry don’t you get it? No never mind REMIX)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Ay you, gal, with all the tight up skirt
Get that ass in the bed, I’ma lock the door
Shake that ass like boom shakalacka, boom shakalacka (boom, boom)
We don’t need nobody watching us (yikes!)
No eyes but your eyes
Ain’t nobody here but you and me
Licking your private parts (Boom shakalacka, hahaha)
And I know you love your privacy

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
You don’t need a shower, you already wet
Know that pussy power, telling me, I ain’t ready yet
I say, “Fuck it,” face my fears, baby
When I lick it, I put tears in it
Put my face in it, eat it like a dinner date
You know I love foreplay, 12 play, everything
Know my lovin’ don’t change
I don’t really give a fuck what a hater say
‘Cause you fine, baby
And it’s alright ’cause you’re all mine, baby, ooh, hoo
Girl, I’ma let you get crazy

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Ay you, gal, with all the tight up skirt
Get that ass in the bed, I’ma lock the door
Shake that ass like boom shakalacka, boom shakalacka (boom, boom)
We don’t need nobody watching us (yikes!)
No eyes but your eyes
Ain’t nobody here but you and me
Licking your private parts (Boom shakalacka, hahaha)
And I know you love your privacy

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Baby, I promise I won’t tell nobody
Just long as you let me hit it like every night
I could give a fuck ‘bout the club, ’cause that pussy tight
Do a split on it, drop it, baby, show you right
I’ma split your weave and you askin’ me to stay the night
Whipped cream on your titties, then you suckin’ on my dick with ice
Oh my God, oh my God, my bitch get me right
Ain’t gotta pay for that pussy, my dick can change your life
I’m tired of missionary, wanna see you on your face
Put that ass up in the air, I’m lovin’ how that pussy taste
Damn, on your side, on your side
Stop runnin’ from this dick, I ain’t ’bout to let you slide this time

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Ay you, gal, with all the tight up skirt
Get that ass in the bed, I’ma lock the door
Shake that ass like boom shakalacka, boom shakalacka (boom, boom)
We don’t need nobody watching us (yikes!)
No eyes but your eyes
Ain’t nobody here but you and me
Licking your private parts (Boom shakalacka, hahaha)
And I know you love your privacy

[Outro: Chris Brown]
Privacy
Boom shakalacka
Hahaha

Pills and automobiles – Chris Brown lyrics

Lyrics Chris Brown – Pills and automobiles

Baaaaby
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
I’m just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby), oh baby.(pills and automobiles)

B*tch, you outta line, why you waste my time?
I’m tryna smoke, tryna get high, see it in my eyes
I know she playin’ both sides, that b*tch tellin’ lies
But my dick give her a high, she down for the ride
Them hatin’ b*tches kill the vibe, f*ck it, live your life
Bad b*tches in Hawaii, umbrella with ice
10 bad b*tches on my side, make ’em all my wife
Smokin’ on the finest ganja, she like China white.

Poppin’ all these pills she said she used to it
She wanna go way up, okay baby, if you used to it
And I know that you’ll grow on me
And I know that you know what you’re doing

Wet, wet, wet, wet (yeah)
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, oh baby.

I’m a King baby
You from the hood but you a Queen baby
A*s fat it can’t even fit in them jeans, baby
Matchin’ Wraith with the stars, baby
I’m a street nigga, I’m supposed to really be behind bars, baby
Really wanna be faithful but this s**t hard, baby
Yup, I got the p***y first and then I ignored you
You f*cked another nigga, you ain’t loyal
I told you bring a friend, this s**t gettin’ borin’
She asked me what we are, we just cordial
I’m a gangsta I can make a wet, wet turn into a pool (splash)
She help me count the money in the trap then she go back to school
If a nigga ever play with bae, s**t it’s breaking news
She got 50 pointers on her neck, Pateks that’s matchin’ jewels.

Wet, wet, wet, wet (yeah)
Wet, wet, wet, wet (ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah)
Wet, wet, wet, wet (wet, yeah, wet)
Wet, wet, oh baby (wet, wet, wet).

I just wanna show you off, I don’t wanna do you wrong
Mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the flyest of ’em all?
I get money when I want, I can f*ck her if I want
Baby, you can take it off, I’m that nigga with the sauce (ayy, yeah)
Whole lot of Saint Laurent, can’t remember what it cost (ayy, yeah)
b*tch, I’m feelin’ like a boss, spit on it and lick it off (ayy, yeah)
You know we can run it up, tell me what you really want
I know I can break you off, come here lemme break you off
If you ever wanna f*ck, can I be the one you call?
If you wanna be a star, I can tell you what it cost
I was gonna put you on, I was gonna put you on
I was gonna change your life, girl but I don’t wanna break your heart.

Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Versuri-lyrics.info
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, oh baby.

Baaaby
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
I’m just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby), oh baby.

I can change your whole sauce, you a lil’ mo’ spicy (yeah)
Now you dealin’ with a boss, I might treat you rightly (nah)
No more Macy jewelry, baby, now you drippin’ icy (ayy)
You keep hangin’ ’round me, baby, you’ll start talkin’ like me
Got my own lingo, I can change your whole lil’ ego
I be swimmin’ in the money, baby, whish torpedo
I ain’t like these rapper niggas, they is not my stylo
I’ma call you back, I’m with my niggas shootin’ c-low
I might change my old ways for you, baby
I can change your whole wave, now you wavey
Now you glamorous​​, I’m out your element
I’m too reckless for you, girl, it’s evident.(pills and automobiles)

Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, oh baby.

Baaby
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
I’m just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
Just tryna change your life oh babyyy.(pills and automobiles)
Chris Brown lyrics
Video automobiles

Perfect – Dave East feat. Chris Brown lyrics

Lyrics Dave East – Perfect

Oh, we ain’t friends no more?
Why you won’t listen no more?
Damn, I let a good girl go
Away, away, away, I’ve been
All around the world
And I’ve been looking for you, searching
You deserve it ’cause you’re perfect.

Baby, baby, yeah, you perfect
Gotta compliment your tits (yeah, yeah)
All that a*s up, how you twerk it?
Can you do that on the dick? (Can you?)
Don’t be shy, no, up and down
You know what it is
Concentrate, baby, get it, get it
And bring that a*s right here (right here, right here)
Ooh, ooh, I’ma go down, I’ma go down (I’ma go down)
Ooh, ooh, I’m doing freaky s**t ’cause ain’t nobody ’round (nobody)
And don’t be acting fake when you see me out
You don’t wanna hear me out, how you gonna play me out? Why? Why?

Oh, we ain’t friends no more? (Why?)
Why you won’t listen no more? (Listen)
Damn, I let a good girl go
Away, away, away, I’ve been
All around the world
And I’ve been looking for you, searching (I been lookin’)
You deserve it ’cause you’re perfect.

You deserve it ’cause you perfect (perfect)
You make every moment worth it (every moment)
I’m flyin’ down Collins, I’m shirtless (skrrt)
Just thinkin’ how you might’ve curved it (might have curved it)
I knew you a minute, don’t act like you don’t know the business
I’ve been tryna get all up in it versuri-lyrics.info
Gave you my card, I don’t know ’bout no limit (swipe)
They can’t see us in that foreign, it was tinted (oh)
Nowadays they get too borin’ with niggas
In love with that p***y, adorin’ these women (I love ’em)
Bring out some Molly, bet all of them with it
If I take you shoppin’, make sure it’s expensive (cash up)
Nothin’ feel better than knowin’ that p***y for me (mine)
I’ve been a wolf in these streets
I hold my own in it, ain’t nobody took it from me (nobody)
I get women you wouldn’t believe
I own that money, I’m gon’ get high with your honey
Might take a trip out of the country
Know I got h**s, she not findin’ it funny
Her brain is so good, I can’t ride with no dummy
I only see you in Prada, not bummy
I’m from the streets, but your momma gon’ love me
I told her, I never run out of this money
Fall back on your homies, a lot of them love me
It’s ’bout to get ugly.

Oh, we ain’t friends no more?
Why you won’t listen no more?
Damn, I let a good girl go
Away, away, away, I’ve been
All around the world
And I’ve been looking for you, searching
You deserve it ’cause you’re perfect.

Baby, baby, yeah, you perfect
Gotta compliment your tits (yeah, yeah)
All that a*s up, how you twerk it?
Can you do that on the dick?
Don’t be shy, no, up and down
You know what it is (yeah, yeah)
Concentrate, baby, get it, get it
And bring that a*s right here
Ooh, ooh, I’ma go down, I’ma go down
Ooh, ooh, I’m doing freaky s**t ’cause ain’t nobody ’round
And don’t be acting fake when you see me out (don’t act fake)
You don’t wanna hear me out, how you gonna play me out? Why? Why?

Oh, we ain’t friends no more? (Tell ’em)
Why you won’t listen no more? (Won’t listen)
Damn, I let a good girl go
Away, away, away, I’ve been
All around the world
And I’ve been looking for you, searching
You deserve it ’cause you’re perfect.

Perfect, that might not describe you (it might)
I need a word, that’s much better
I’m tryna get back up inside you (oh)
Know they gon’ hate on the way that we slide through
I don’t know nothin’, I know ’bout survival (survival)
Why the hell women only f**k with lames? (Lames)
Used to the trains, ain’t been on no planes (nope)
Really thinkin’ all these niggas the same
After I hit it, I’m pickin’ your brain (I’m in)
I wanna know what you like
I wanna know if you smokin’, am I strokin’ tonight? (Oh)
Picture us both gettin’ low on a flight
Love is a gamble, I’m rollin’ the dice
When you Snapchat, you takin’ pictures with my chain on
Club rockin’ but I ain’t goin’ (no)
Your s**t get wetter than the rain pourin’
I’m tryna splash (splash)
I’m wonderin’ why we not friends? (Not one)
If you ask me, it kind of depends
I done got nasty with lots of her friends
I keep it a hunnid, don’t gotta pretend (no)
I be so blunted, I got to go in
I’m here for women, won’t acknowledge no men (no)
Was kind of drunk, but shawty got in the Benz (ooh)
Promise, stick with me, you probably gon’ win.

Oh, we ain’t friends no more? (Why?)
Why you won’t listen no more? (Tell me that)
Damn, I let a good girl go
Away, away, away, I’ve been
All around the world
And I’ve been looking for you, searching (I been lookin’)
You deserve it ’cause you’re perfect (you deserve it).

Baby, baby, yeah, you perfect
Gotta compliment your tits (yeah, yeah)
All that a*s up, how you twerk it?
Can you do that on the dick?
Don’t be shy, no, up and down (don’t be shy)
You know what it is (yeah, yeah)
Concentrate, baby, get it, get it
And bring that a*s right here (right here, uh)
Ooh, ooh, I’ma go down, I’ma go down (I’ma go down)
Ooh, ooh, I’m doing freaky s**t ’cause ain’t nobody ’round (nobody)
And don’t be acting fake when you see me out (better not)
You don’t wanna hear me out, how you gonna play me out? Why? Why?

Oh, we ain’t friends no more? (Tell me that)
Why you won’t listen no more? (Don’t listen)
Damn, I let a good girl go (damn)
Away, away, away, I’ve been (I been away)
All around the world
And I’ve been looking for you, searching
You deserve it ’cause you’re perfect.

Perfect
You deserve it ’cause you perfect
You deserve it ’cause you perfect
You deserve it ’cause you perfecttt.
Dave East lyrics
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I see you – Kap G feat. Chris Brown lyrics

Lyrics Kap G – I see you

Yeah, ooh girl I see you lookin’ my way (way)
Yeah, right now I see you back in my place (my place)
Ooh girl, I see you back in my bed (my bed)
Ooh girl and don’t you f*ck with my head.

Sh-sh-shawty, swing my way
Yo, I just wanted you to come to my place
Yo, I’ma pull up in that i8
Yeah, she just want the wood like a fireplace
I ain’t tryna intervene but how you fit it in them jeans?
I don’t really need a driver, I’ma f*ck you on the Benz
I’ma f*ck you in so style, I’ma f*ck you in Supreme
You know I won’t play around, I be ballin’ like Kareem
I be flexin’ with my team.

What’s your set, nigga? Throw it up
What you represent?
2 or 3, I put it in my cup
What you sippin’ for?
OHB, you can’t f*ck with one of us.

Ooh girl I, ooh girl, I see you lookin’ my way (in my way)
No, for real
Yeah, right now I see you back in my place (my place)
Ooh, ooh girl, I see you back in my bed (my bed)
At the crib versuri-lyrics.info
Ooh girl and don’t you f*ck with my head.

Drivin’ in that new s**t (new)
Walked in the house like I love Lucy
Can’t say s**t to me (to me, yeah)
Respect me like Hov girl, I got the Blueprint (yeah)
Tellin’ my b*tches it’s over, yeah
I think that I’m textin’ for closure
Baby, I’m tryna get to know ya (know ya)
Why these niggas keep pushin’ up on ya?

What your set, nigga? Throw it up
What you represent?
2 or 3, I put it in my cup
What you sippin’ for?
OHB, you can’t f*ck with one of us, OHB.

Oohhh girl I, ooh girl, I see youuu lookin’ my way (in my way)
No, for real
Yeah, right now I see youuu back in my place (oh yeah, my place)
Ooh girl, I see youuu back in my bed (my bed)
At the crib
Ooh girl and don’t you f*ck with my head.

B*tches know they h**s when niggas still take ’em back
I’m prolly with your b*tch, she rollin’ up that pack
If I front it, I need it, gave you a brick, I need a quarter back
Told that b*tch throw it back, know she gon’ make it clap
Stop f*ckin’ with them lames
And he can get exchanged
Let me upgrade you
I pull up with the gang
And you know that I see you
What you with? It’s your payday
You know, you’re in your own lane, baby.

Ooh girl, I see you lookin’ my way (in my way)
No, for real
Yeah, right now I see you back in my place (my place)
Ooh girl, I see you back in my bed (my bed)
At the crib
Ooh girl and don’t you f*ck with my headdd.
Kap G lyrics
Video you

Pie – Future feat. Chris Brown lyrics

Lyrics Future – Pie

Freebandz
Pie, pieee
Pie, pieee (yeah)
Pie, pieee
Make her sorry, you should know (ooh)
The kinda chick you’ll never be alone (Yeah)
Make her sorry, you should know (ooh)
You’re so so full, you let the side go.

I turn the side pieeece to a 9 pieeece (oh yeah)
She out lying it shouldn’t even matter, she mine
I told her baby, f*ck it up, one time (f*ck it up)
Ba-baby, f*ck it up, one time (ooh)
I turn the side pieeece to a 9 pieeece (yeah, ooh)
She out lying, it shouldn’t even matter, she mine (ooh)
I told her baby, f*ck it up, one time (one time)
Ba-baby, f*ck it up, one time.

Baby, f*ck it up
It’s your birthday, go ahead, put that cake on me
Diamonds and zeros, I’ll be your hero, ain’t no cape for me
All you niggas lame, I ain’t gotta pay (S**t)
You know talk is cheap
Ain’t talking money, ain’t no conversating
I’ve been leaning all day, I’m faded
And she been feigning all day, but can’t take dick
Sipping out a 2 litre, put an 8 in it
White linen on my pillow, put her face in it
Baby, f*ck it up and do what you like
All these drugs in my body got me seeing double
Ménage à trois, double trouble.

I turn the side pieeece to a 9 pieeece (ooh)
She out lying it shouldn’t even matter, she mine (ooh)
I told her baby, f*ck it up, one time (f*ck it up)
Ba-baby, f*ck it up, one time.

Gassing up on lean and good percs
Lap dance getting pieee on my t-shirt
She know how to f*ck, yeah
She ain’t looking for true love here
Let her see a million, she don’t wanna go
I roll a hundred deep, we like sharing h**s
Caviar on your plate, girl wipe your nose (f*ck it up)
I had a chance for ya so.

I turn the side pieeece to a 9 pieeece (oh yeah)
She out lying it shouldn’t even matter, she mine
I told her baby, f*ck it up, one time (f*ck it up)
Ba-baby, f*ck it up, one time (ooh)
I turn the side pieeece to a 9 pieeece (yeah, ooh)
She out lying it shouldn’t even matter, she mine (ooh)
I told her baby, f*ck it up, one time (f*ck it up)
Ba-baby, f*ck it up, one time.

She could never be loyal (loyal)
But she’s so fine (so fine)
She gon’ make a nigga spoil her (spoil her)
Just to keep her on the side (on the side)
I just want to taste her water
Freebandz versuri-lyrics.info
Let’s stay hydrated
Girl, I got a main thing at the house (number one)
Tell me, can you stay down?

I turn the side pieeece to a 9 pieeece (oh yeah)
She out lying it shouldn’t even matter, she mine
I told her baby, f*ck it up, one time (f*ck it up)
Ba-baby, f*ck it up, one time (ooh)
I turn the side pieeece to a 9 pieeece (yeah, ooh)
She out lying it shouldn’t even matter, she mine (ooh)
I told her baby, f*ck it up, one time (f*ck it up)
Ba-baby, f*ck it up, one time.

Freebandz
Freebandzzz.
Future lyrics
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Tone it down – Gucci Mane feat. Chris Brown lyrics

Lyrics Gucci Mane – Tone it down

Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist (Wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your b*tch (b*tch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist (wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your b*tch.(tone it down)

Tone that sh*t down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that sh*t down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that sh*t down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that sh*t down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this.

Huhhh, pull up, fros up, with the door up
Chopper in the club, I don’t care who show up
Watch lookin’ like a glow up, when I throw up
East Side pour the Crys’ wrote why I grow up
Hold up, lil homie tone it down
‘Cause the jewelry that you rockin’ is for kids, I’m a grown up
Sat courtside right next to the owner
Lookin’ so good, make his wife pick her phone up
Big gold boulders, in my Rollie
Look like real flesh, make you wanna pick a stone up
If everybody got a watch like that
Then why would I want that watch? I’m a loaner.
..
Got that car ‘fore I got it, now I really don’t wanna
You never seen a nigga glow up like this
Not a nigga that was trappin’ on a corner.

Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your b*tch (might steal your b*tch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop versuri-lyrics.info
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your b*tch.

Tone that sh*t down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that sh*t down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that sh*t down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that sh*t down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this.

Go, your man CB, jewelery 3D
Tryna be like me, ain’t easy
Niggas hate me, mamas wanna date me
‘Cause I got all these VVS pieces
In that Great thing
2018 Rolls Royce, chopper for no reason
Watered all my time, please water like a Fiji
Parked in front of the St Regis
I just wanna meet Meek
Ballin’ like an athlete, but I ball all four seasons
Diamonds, thats just like Breazin
Take it easy, Breezy go easy
b*tch goes in all my pieces
Gucci Mane stunt like Meechy
Jewelery so gold, I’m sneezin’
Pull up South Beach, no season.

Tone that sh*t down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that sh*t down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that sh*t down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that sh*t down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this.

Yeah, four, four, drippin’
I be on a hunnids rolls
Fight, weed, hit it
Have a nigga seeing ghost
Tell me what to do, ‘cause I’m tryna get to know you
Champagne, takin’ shots
Won’t have a hangover.

Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your b*tch (might steal your b*tch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your b*tch..

Tone that sh*t down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that sh*t down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that sh*t down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that sh*t down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this.

Tone that sh*t down
Tone that sh*t down
Tone that sh*t down
Weak nigga ball like thIs
Tone that sh*t down
Tell me who gon’ ball like thisss.
Gucci Mane lyrics
Video down

African bad gyal – Wizkid feat. Chris Brown lyrics

Lyrics Wizkid – African bad gyal

Them no born me yesterday
Evrey gyal, want designer
Them no born me yesterday
I know say your love will cost me something
Girl you dey do me something something
Ee dey do me like igbana
I see the fire, bring the rice
Burnin’ like a cigarette
Baby girl are you from Ghana?
Or you coming from Somalia?
Ah you coming from Uganda?
Or you’re coming from Nigeria?(african bad gyal)

African bad gyal
Baby, don’t change your style
Girl, I love you the way you are
The way you are.

Feeling the dancing, gan
Sarz on the beat, gan
Feeling the dancing, gan
Starboy kill the beat, yeah, ayyy.

Them no born me yesterday
Be a freaky girl and whine up
I put my hand up on the waist
Baby girl, you are the one, oh
Oooh, baby, you you got something
Gimme, gimme all of your love, I want it
Baby girl, stop with all the fronting
The way you dance, I know you want this
Baby girl, you from Angola
Sister from South Africa
Pretty girl, I wanna hold ya
Shout out to my ladies in Nigeria.

African bad girl
Baby, don’t change your style
Girl, I love you the way you are
The way you are.

Feeling the dancing, gan
Sarz on the beat, gan
Feeling the dancing, gan
Star Boy kill the beat, yeah, ayy.

Say, if you like Galala, make you dance
Say if you like Konto, make you dance
Say if you like this or if you like that
Say you like bouncin’, make you bounce
Say, if you like galala, make you dance
Say if you like Konto, make you dance
Say if you like this or if you like that
Say you like bouncin’, make you bounce.

I love the things you do to me, I feel alright
I love the feeling, that I feel, I’m feelin’ nice
I love the things you do to me, I feel alright
You give me life, you give me life, you give me life
See, baby gyal, please, baby gyal jo fun mi
Omoge jo fun mi versuri-lyrics.info
Wit’ your sexy body, yeah, wit’ your sexy body
Baby gyal, please, baby gyal jo fun mi
Omoge jo fun mi
Wit’ your sexy body, yeah, wit’ your sexy body.

African bad girl
Baby, don’t change your style
Girl, I love you the way you are
The way you are.

Feeling the dancing gan, yeah, yeah
Sarz on the beat gan, yeah, yeah
Feeling the dancing gan, yeah
Star Boy kill the beat, yeah, ayyy.
Wizkid lyrics
Video gyal

Casanova – Tax Letter (Be Safe Tho Mixtape)

This nigga Tax out here volunteering to eat ass
This nigga wanna eat ass
Fuck Cas
Cas out here with his wife
If he wouldn’ve left her home we would’ve been litttttttt
Litttttttt, everything getting shot

Dear beloved, how you holdin’ up?
Whip still movin’, we ain’t slowin’ up
Wish you was right here rollin’ up
I got songs with Chris Brown, man I’m blown’ up
That fed case hit me like a car crash
But I still listen to your podcast
On the beat, they miss you in the streets
Who else gon’ bring that heat
Like that interview with Meek?
In the Wraith, still drinking D’USSÉ
With the chase, used to get that shit by the case
And the bevel, they callin’ you a devil
You went against the grain, you was more like a rebel
I know you waitin’ on that mail from me
Charlamagne, said he’s helpin’ with the bail money
And thats a fact, you helped me out the trap
You got my deal for me, I ain’t ever goin’ back

Just tryna get you situated back
Even Wack said the situation wack
The billys still beefin’ with the macks
I tried to swipe a fit, they ran a trapper outta Saks
I guess they know my face now
"Don’t Run" got me all over the place now
Break you outta jail, just give me one try
This is how it sound when a thug cry

The lawyer know that you more wiser
To ever turn Irving Plaza to the Gaza
Besides, you had the deals and endorsements
When I heard the news, I swear to god, man I lost it
Pause this
I met Jay Z, at a Roc Nation brunch it was crazy
Cut a couple niggas off, niggas be shady
They never supported me, nigga can you blame me?
But I’m state to state though
These niggas showin’ love, but it’s fake though
Yeah I know its gettin’ late, bro
But you already know, nigga, be safe though

Casanova – Tax Letter

[Intro]
So this nigga tax out here
Why he tellin’ me he don’t eat ass my nigga
This nigga wanna eat ass
Cas’ out here with his wife, feeling left at home
Its gonna be lit!
Lit! anything is yeah

[Verse 1]
Dear beloved, how you holdin’ up?
Whips still moving’, we ain’t slowin’ up
Wish you was right here rollin’ up
I got songs with Chris Brown, nigga I’m blown’ up
That fake case hit me, like the car crash
But I still listen to your punk ass
On beat, they miss you in the streets
Who else gon’ bring that heat?
Like that interview with Meek
In the Wraith, still drinking D’USSÉ
With the chase, used to get that shit by the case
And the bevel, they callin’ you a devil
You went against the grain, you was law like the rebel

[Hook]
I know you waitin’ on that mail from me
Charlamagne, said he’s helpin’ with the bail money
And thats a fact, you help me out the trap
You got my deal for me, I ain’t ever lookin’ back
Just wanna get you situated back
Even wax said the situation wack
The Billy still beefin’ with the Macks
I tried to swipe a fifth, they ran trap outta sacks
I guess they know my face now
Don’t Run, got me all over the place now
Break you outta jail, just give me one trial
This is how I say, I wanna don’t cry

[Verse 2]
The lawyer know that you more wiser
To ever turn urban plaza to the Gaza
Besides, you had the deals and endorsements
When I heard the news, I swear to god, man I lost it
Pause this
I met Jay Z, had a Rocnation brunch it was crazy
Called a couple niggas, thought niggas be shady
They never supported me, nigga can you blame me?
But I’m state to state though
These niggas showin’ love, but its fake though
Yeah I know its gettin’ late bro
What you already know, nigga be safe though

Justin Bieber – Somebody to you

feat. Chris Brown

I keep thinking in my head that one day we’ll separate
I see it happening everyday, nothing lasts forever
That’s what people say
I can’t picture you out of my life
I think about this every day and night
And I don’t know why but it seems to get to me
No, I don’t wanna leave you, I’m no good alone
So I’m staying with you till you want me to go

Girl, you don’t understand what you do to me
Got crazy in my head, I don’t think I can leave
I need you here with me all night
Girl, I can’t live without your smile
I’m in love, I don’t know what to do
But I’m crazy over you
I’m in love, I don’t know what to do
But I’m crazy over you
I’m in love, I don’t know what to do
But I’m crazy over you
I’m, I’m in love

I’m so scared to lose you
Uuh, uh, oh oh
Don’t know what I would do
Thought of me being replaced
Brings tears right to my face
And I can’t think of anybody who would take your place
No, I don’t wanna leave you, I’m no good alone
So I’m staying with you till you want me to go

Girl, you don’t understand what you do to me
Got crazy in my head, I don’t think I can leave
I need you here with me all night
Girl, I can’t live without your smile
I’m in love, I don’t know what to do
But I’m crazy over you
I’m in love, I don’t know what to do
But I’m crazy over you
I’m in love, I don’t know what to do
But I’m crazy over you
I’m, I’m in love

I can’t picture you out of my life
Said I can’t, no I can’t
Out of my life
I can’t picture you out of my life
Said I can’t, no I can’t
Out of my life

Girl, you don’t understand what you do to me
Got crazy in my head, I don’t think I can leave
I need you here with me all night
Girl, I can’t live without your smile
I’m in love, I don’t know what to do
But I’m crazy over you
I’m in love, I don’t know what to do
But I’m crazy over you
I’m in love, I don’t know what to do
But I’m crazy over you
I’m, I’m in love

Jujitsu – Chris Brown lyrics

Lyrics Chris Brown – Jujitsu

Treat you like Jujitsu, oh, yeah, yeahhh
When the spotlight hit you, oh, na, na, na
Treat you like Jujitsuuu, oh, na, na, na
When the spotlight hit you, oh, na, na, naaa
Treat you like Jujitsuuu, oh, yeah, yeah
When the spotlight hit you, oh, na, na, naaa
Treat you like Jujitsu.

Tell that niggas he better give me my upgrade
Your body perfect, why the hell are you shy?
Please don’t feel that you don’t need it lately
Picture perfect to me every time
Did the clouds come sent you
Yeah you’re no different
Cos Ima be right there with you
And you know I’m the type to get eager
Girl what you say so
If it’s too bright put your shades on
Wake up in your outfit with your sway on
Now look at everybody hatin’
Don’t even say nothing
Don’t even say like you ain’t number one
These bitches hanging in runner ups
Got me out here about to break somethinggg.
Chris Brown lyrics
Video Chris

Mike Tyson – If You Show Up (Soulja Boy Diss)

[Hook]
If you show up? it’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out
If you show up? it’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out
I’m Mike Tyson
It’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out
If you show up? it’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out

[Verse 1]
Soulja Boy was talking shit on Instagram
But social media don’t make a fucking man
Everybody talk shit
Behind the keys
Imma sting like a venereal disease
If you fucking with my click?
You going down
I’m Mike Tyson and you gonna feel the wrath
I’m the god of the ring
Greatest around
Soulja Boy you can’t fuck with Chris Brown, Fucker

[Hook]
If you show up? it’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out
If you show up? it’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out
I’m Mike Tyson
It’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out
If you show up? it’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out, fucker

[Verse 2]
I’m talking shit cuz I’m the champ
Soulja Boy you don’t stand a fucking chance
If you show up? Sorry man
Chris Brown is gonna make you shit your pants
I’m Mike Tyson, the greatest ever
Mayweather, fairweather
I seen your fights man, a lot of hype man
And Soulja gon wish you never took the fight man, fucker

[Hook]
If you show up? it’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out
If you show up? it’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out
I’m Mike Tyson
It’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out
If you show up? it’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out, fucker

I’m worth too many ems
They say Soulja ain’t from the hood
Aye ma they say Soulja ain’t from the hood
Yo don’t touch me, what the….

[Hook]
If you show up? it’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out
I’m Mike Tyson

Stop playing with me – SouljaBoy lyrics

Lyrics Soulja Boy – Stop playing with me

Mike Tyson, knock out his teeth.
Chris Brown, knock out his teeth.
Boy stop playing with me.
50 stop playing with me.
You know that I love the beef.
Imma spend 50 today (skrrt).
I hop in a Lambo, escape (skrrttt).
Soulja Boy lyrics
Video me

Soulja Boy – Hit Em With The Draco (50 Cent & Chris Brown Diss)

[Intro]
Ayy what it do man?
It’s your boy Soulja Boy
I got a new dance for y’all, it’s called "Hit ’em with the draco"
Ayy 50 Cent what you talking about?
You made all that money off Vitamin Water and then filed for bankruptcy
You know I’ma knock Chris Brown out when I see him

[Chorus]
Hit ’em with the draco, hit ’em with the draco
Hit ’em with the draco, hit ’em with the draco
Hit ’em with the draco, hit ’em with the draco
Hit ’em with the draco, hit ’em with the draco
Hit ’em with the draco, hit ’em with the draco
Hit ’em with the draco, hit ’em with the draco
Hit ’em with the draco, hit ’em with the draco
Hit ’em with the draco, hit ’em with the draco

[Verse]
So fresh when I walk up in the building
I just a bought a new mansion and it got Versace ceilings
This PCE SOD and you know we killing (Money Team)
And I swear that this year I’ma make some millions
And step through the door so fresh
Look at the diamonds on my neck
Everybody know I’ma flex
Money Team with me
TMT they talk about me on TMZ
50 Cent he know about me
Everybody know I’ma get to the cake
You on the block, I’ma hit you with the draco
You know that I put it in they face
Break it down to the ground, yeah
Draco make a loud sound yeah
All this money up on me
And the money is climbing
Money taller than a mountain
Girl wet like a fountain
Yeah I hit him with the draco
When I step in the [?]
Hit ’em with the draco one time
Hit ’em with the draco two times
Stand in the box, I jab I jab
I’ma knock out Chris Brown
Lot of money on my neck
Riding round with a check
PTE and SOD [?]
(Hit ’em with the draco x2)
Then I take it to the south
I got diamonds in my mouth
I got dogs in the house
Pitbulls on the couch
Lot of money in your face
Yeah we getting to the money
Hit ’em with the draco straight in his face

[Chorus]
Hit ’em with the draco, hit ’em with the draco
Hit ’em with the draco, hit ’em with the draco
Hit ’em with the draco, hit ’em with the draco
Hit ’em with the draco, hit ’em with the draco

Rick Ross – Do You Mind (feat. Nicki Minaj, Chris Brown, August Alsina, Jeremih & Future) (Black Jack Album)

Another one
We The Best Music!

Yo, he ain’t messing with no average chick, pop, pop
He got Nicki, he know that he hit the jackpot
Every baller tryna score, check them shot clocks
But I hit ’em with them ‘Bron/Iguodal blocks
Eat the cake and he suck on my toes, yes
Hitting them home runs, I’ll be like "go Mets!"
I want a dude that’ll still kiss me when he mad
Type to cop me diamonds, he can miss me with them bags

Girl we been right here, thinkin’ ’bout it all night
Baby you should be up in my bed
Do you mind, do you mind? (DJ Khaled!)
Baby you, do you mind? Do you mind? Do you mind?

I’m just trying to get to know ya
Get a little closer, maybe post up
Do you mind? Do you mind? Do you mind?
Do you mind? Do you mind? Do you mind?
Girl we been right here, thinkin’ ’bout it all night
Baby you should be up in my bed
Do you mind, do you mind?
Baby you, do you mind? Do you mind? Do you mind?

You know, you know, you know, you know
We ain’t got forever and ever
You know, you know, you know, you know
Let me be the one, baby you deserve better
You know, you know, you know, you know
We ain’t got forever and ever
You know, you know, you know, you know
Let me be the one, baby do you mind? Do you mind?

Ohh, do you mind if I talk to you?
And do you mind if I touch you there?
Baby know you can do better baby
I know it don’t get no better than me
Let’s not waste the time
You ain’t gotta hold back ’cause once I get inside
You won’t change your mind, you know that you can take it
No need to hesitate, I’m gettin’ impatient
I’m not used to waiting, I want you to give it to me
Come on let me taste it until I get in love
Hope you’re ready ’cause I’mma beat it up
Do you mind when I’mma had it? Know how to heat it up

I should, I should be the one, baby you gon’ learn that
Girl I know your body, know where every curve at
We been going all night ’til the early
Know you, know you wanna take off when you on my runway
We ain’t got to talk about his conversate
Baby by the way I touch you, you know what I’m saying
Oh, oh, oh, ridin’ slow
Oh, oh, oh

I’m just trying to get to know ya
Get a little closer, maybe post up
Do you mind? Do you mind? Do you mind?
Do you mind? Do you mind? Do you mind?
Girl we been right here, thinkin’ ’bout it all night
Baby you should be up in my bed
Do you mind, do you mind?
Baby you, do you mind? Do you mind? Do you mind?

You know, you know, you know, you know
We ain’t got forever and ever
You know, you know, you know, you know
Let me be the one, baby you deserve better
You know, you know, you know, you know
We ain’t got forever and ever
You know, you know, you know, you know
Let me be the one, baby do you mind? Do you mind?

I’mma do that favor, drippin’ flavor in you two piece
I’mma keep my promise, never treat you like a groupie
Calamari dinners, got you eatin’ raw sushi
Still in the trap but like my bitches bougie
Two cups of Styrofoam, excuse me little mama
I can hold you down, be your friend and your lover
You want watches, new Versaces, you want Celine
Top back, screamin’ money ain’t a ting

Seen the two G-wagons in my driveway
Facetime, two black bottles by my fireplace
Fell out with your peoples so you took the pictures down
Instagram ain’t been the same since you so distant now
Took you shopping in other places that I won’t name
First time your friends really got the see Balmain
20 million cash, seen it there with my two eyes
We the best and I told you this back in ’05
(Maybach Music)

I’m just trying to get to know ya
Get a little closer, maybe post up
Do you mind? Do you mind? Do you mind?
Do you mind? Do you mind? Do you mind?
Girl we been right here, thinkin’ ’bout it all night
Baby you should be up in my bed
Do you mind, do you mind?
Baby you, do you mind? Do you mind? Do you mind?

Oh, just in case you need me
I don’t mind
Yo, tell them what to do, tell them what to do, tell them what to do
When you see a bad bitch in front of you baby
Assume the position

I’m just trying to get to know ya
Get a little closer, maybe post up
Do you mind? Do you mind? Do you mind?
Do you mind? Do you mind? Do you mind?
Girl we been right here, thinkin’ ’bout it all night
Baby you should be up in my bed
Do you mind, do you mind?
Baby you, do you mind? Do you mind? Do you mind?

Chris Brown 500 – Wayz feat. OHB, Young Blacc & Young Lo Lyrics

Chris Brown – 500 Wayz Lyrics

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Niggas wanna bang in the squad, don’t wanna put the work in
Say you want my money, scared of fame, better murder then
See the chopper, bullets too big, you can see the doctor surgery
Mask, can’t identify the burglaries
But we know you givin’ up the confidential information
Say you got the cheese, you a rat, that’s a perfect fit
Niggas wanna hate on a slick money makin’ mitch
Love takin’ pussy niggas hoes and givie ’em the D
OHB, it ain’t nothin’ for me to buy a bitch
Real paper, I ain’t never gotta lie to bitches
Even niggas with them killers know my ma religious
All my bitches lickin’ pussy with good intentions
Roll the dice, yeah 3, they my fuckin’ triplets
I ain’t fuckin’ with them lame hoes that look suspicious
But I’m fuckin’ with the main hoe that look delicious
Nigga, they get sticky sticky, give that bitch the business

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Rollin’ up the bud, yeah that bitch a dog
Yeah, we know the plug, smokin’ all the drugs, ’bout to buy the club
Killin’ all the pussy, nigga, get your bodies up
All this ice up on my body, we the Mighty Ducks
Who got the bud? Who givin’ it up?
Got them shooters in the cut, say the word, we fuck the party up
Throw that money up, yeah, that bitch a dog
Fuckin’ with the plug, goin’ up, we gon’ fuck the party up

[Verse 2: Young Blacc]
I’m turnt up and they know that, poked up like Funk Flex
45 in that 12 back and I’m posted up in that 4 hat
See this nigga, this gold rap, kill a nigga then go rap
Talkin’ ’bout that Draco, one phone call, that’s a snatch
Give it to a nigga if you really want it
Bitch coppin’ and appeals, hit me in the mornin’
Ha, a nigga lyin’ by theyself
I’m talkin’ ’bout niggas who killin’, dyin’ by theyself
You say we from the same hood, well I see your hat
And I ain’t never seen movin’ in a hoover hat
Ha, switchin’ sides, you confused ’cause I’m famous
We all OG nigga, tell me what his name is
Get your weight up lil nigga, I’m pushin’ 4 place
It’s still puttin’ big drugs on the interstate
No name, that’s knock out, pea brains wanna Glock out
Niggas need a pass the light niggas, this my house

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Rollin’ up the bud, yeah that bitch a dog
Yeah, we know the plug, smokin’ all the drugs, ’bout to buy the club
Killin’ all the pussy, nigga, get your bodies up
All this ice up on my body, we the Mighty Ducks
Who got the bud? Who givin’ it up?
Got them shooters in the cut, say the word, we fuck the party up
Throw that money up, yeah, that bitch a dog
Fuckin’ with the plug, goin’ up, we gon’ fuck the party up

[Verse 3: Young Lo]
Yeah, my whole team supreme, grew up in the crack 80’s
Still got the plug on it, get your 4 in the baby
Out the mud, bustin’ drugs with my nigga Hoody Baby
Drop the ice in the pot, now it’s back to back ‘cedes
See I’m all about the check, still reppin’ Tex
Still rep the sex, mile high, smoke Luigi on the jet
50 in these Balmains, this a young’n from the lanes
Yeah, I’m geeked up, mixin’ up the mollys with the Xans
And I’m stingy with the Act, keep the red from my bitches
We gon’ pop a half a Perc, I’m on that, even on a Skittle
And the tongue gon’ work, play that pussy like a fiddle
Bet you I can make you squirt, have your face all in the pillow

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Rollin’ up the bud, yeah that bitch a dog
Yeah, we know the plug, smokin’ all the drugs, ’bout to buy the club
Killin’ all the pussy, nigga, get your bodies up
All this ice up on my body, we the Mighty Ducks
Who got the bud? Who givin’ it up?
Got them shooters in the cut, say the word, we fuck the party up
Throw that money up, yeah, that bitch a dog
Fuckin’ with the plug, goin’ up, we gon’ fuck the party up