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" Stranger Things "
[Chris Brown:]
Bottles and a bucket full of ice (yeah)
Better make room, vroom hear the Lambo (celebrate)
Bitch better believe that I'ma sniper (yeah)
You know I'm 'bout to take you from your man though (celebrate)
Pop up with the chopper and artificial niggas actin' like bitches, it done started up a epidemic
It don't make a difference, nigga, we winnin', I'm plenty grinnin'
A hundred million platinum, fuck it, you ain't gotta listen (celebrate)
You better step down to me, feel the dick, bitch, open up your mouth for me
Now choke, talk to the dick honestly
I'm dope, bitch, comin' like Eenie Meenie Miney Mo (celebrate)
I don't like when I lose (I don't), if I don't buy her them shoes, I don't like those (regulate)
Do anything that I want to it, think I'm gon' dance on the moon like Michael (elevate)
[Joyner Lucas (Chris Brown):]
While I'm drivin', I'm moonwalking in the sky
With some shooters, we jump inside of the Buick
You duck and hide from the Rugers
A couple choppers, acoustic and the guitar
When the music, guess I'm alive and I use it
Get stuck inside of the cubics
I never lie but the truth is
I'm fuckin' tired of these losers
And all my life want the food
When it's summertime and the juice
But I'd rather die than to lose
It's a matter of time 'fore I lose it
And strategize with the movement
Walk in the trap like a boss, ooh
Hoe, you know I'm drippin' with the sauce, ooh
Pretty with a face full of scars, all they did was build me up
Try to take me apart, they ain't never wanna (celebrate)
Like you have a label, call the doctor
Heard the chopper make 'em do the macarena
All you niggas sweet as candy
Chocolate chip and I relate to Jolly Ranchers
Stick to bubblegum and watermelon flavored
Get the paper, I'ma (celebrate)
On the corner
Heard you niggas got the juice, but I got Corona
Got a little Spanish bitch, I call her maricona
Joyner Lucas, bitch, I'm hotter than a fuckin' sauna
Yeah, I make you niggas (elevate)
All you new niggas don't do it for me, look (woah)
Bitch, I'm the professor, you a student to me, woah
Designer shades on, like you cooler than me, wait (ayy)
All we do is win, you a loser to me
Rappers wanna talk about battle me (Joyner)
You can't give me neck with a mouth full of cavities
Bunch of lil niggas tried grabbin' me (grabbin' me)
Five foot five, boy, you niggas like half of me
You don't wanna see the other side of me (yeah)
Hard to make 'em happy, all these bitches stay mad at me
I just might take her 'round to Applebee's (Applebee's)
Give her long dick and a strawberry daiquiri
[Chris Brown:]
Order Cheesecake Factory, bubblin', why you mumblin'?
Watch you utter, stop stutterin', what you spend? Let me double it
Lime green 'rari, two twins, call 'em double mints
If all you pussy niggas my kids are in trouble then
Shut up before I spank you for actin' up
Now I'm wakin' up in cabanas 'cause she bad as fuck
And all gorillas don't want bananas 'less your chain is tucked
You wiggity-wack with the strap, you cross-criss, make you jump
I criss-cross with the pump, ain't no bricks in the trunk
Leave that shit for the chumps, I still get what I want
Don't wanna believe in my mind, but you believe in my dump
I'm takin' a knee for my side, could give a fuck 'bout they owners
Nigga, look at my eyes, you 'bout to give me my bonus
And every motherfuckin' record, that's a hit, I record it (celebrate)
And every motherfuckin' snitch up in this bitch, they reported (celebrate)
You paid your way for this fade and can't even afford it
Seventy-five mil', look at me now (celebrate)
And all these bad bitches can't keep their feet down (elevate)
You don't really wanna see Brown
Need to stop all that shit, talkin' put the seat down
Joyner, I don't really feel these niggas
Hol' up, I ain't gotta pay to kill these niggas
Time is money, need to fuck around and bill these niggas
Vet, so I'm finna good will these niggas (celebrate)
[Joyner Lucas:]
I'ma kill these niggas, I should grill these niggas
Take flex, Fresh Prince, Uncle Phil these niggas
Oh shit, I'm the shit, you could smell me, nigga
Break ribs, yeah, you don't want no real beef, nigga
I say As-salāmu ʿalaykum when I tear apart some bacon
Hoe, you actin' like a pig, you fuckin' filthy, nigga
Now the police tryna lock me in the prison, said I'm guilty
I said da da da da da, come and kill me, nigga
[Joyner Lucas:]
They must have forgot that I'm pyscho (jheeze)
Oh, you want war? Say no more
Turn your fuckin' block into a light show (Joyner)
[Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown:] You better be sure, better be sure
[Joyner Lucas:] I'm the realest nigga, that I know
[Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown:]
And I'm so bored, I might switch cars
Save a lotta money on Geico (jheeze)
And neighbors knockin' on my door, what the fuck you want?
Bitch, I'm Irak (jheeze)
Listen, nigga, mind your business
I'm so sick of niggas tellin' me how I've been livin' my life
Sick of rubbin' shoulders, now I'm runnin' over every motherfucker who ain't wanna get in my ride
I was watchin', you was shoppin'
Ain't never had the shit in my side
Now I'm poppin', I'm poppin', and your bitch keep hittin' my line
[Chris Brown:]
It's complicated, fuckin' up with my main bitch
Givin' it to the side bitch at the same damn time
Puttin' my face in it, never wastin' it
I'ma lay in it, hit it, hit it one more time
And then I'ma proceed and play with the pussy
You know I don't keep my cape on a hoodie
But I give a Uzi, it's a doozie, make a movie if you're actin', so (celebrate)
" Emerald / Burgundy "
[Emerald]
This one diamond in a rough
Big plans, I can't fuck it up
My track record, run it up (Yeah)
Past, there's no runnin' from (Too)
I'm too proud to admit it right now (Yeah)
Just know when I see
Money and trees, that's a whole lot of green, no (Woo!)
I know that I spend so much time
All on these drugs and chicks
Tryna make 'em my wife (Ooh)
Gonna put my birthstone on your ring finger tonight
No matter who I'm with when it's you on my mind (Ooh)
(I been) I been green
(I been) I been (I been) green
Was he lovin' you, touchin' you
Treatin' you right, the way I should? (Ooh)
(I been) The way I should (I been)
I been (I been) green
(I been, I been, oh)
Green
(I been, I been)
Pride (Pride)
Although I tried, I just can't put it aside (No way, no way, for real)
How many times can I say, "I apologize"? (Oh)
Then I'm ridiculed and ignored (Mm, huh)
But no more, no more (No more)
Whoa
I know that I spend so much time (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
All on these drugs and chicks
Tryna make 'em my wife (Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo)
Gonna put my birthstone on your ring finger tonight (Yeah)
(Make it bounce, make it bounce)
No matter who I'm with when it's you on my mind (Yeah, ooh)
(Make it bounce, make-make it bounce)
(I been) I been green
(I been) I been (I been) green (Huh, oh)
Was he lovin' you, touchin' you
Treatin' you right, the way I should? (Ooh)
(I been) The way I should (I been)
I been (I been) green
(I been, I been, oh)
Green
(I been, I been)
I just wanna realign your chakras (Chakras)
Baby, I'ma make you feel it in your body (Body)
You know I'ma mess around and fuck your walk up (Walk up)
Shit, you gon' fuck around and need a doctor (Doctor)
Don't tell nobody what we up to (Oh)
Keep this between you and me
I just wanna realign your chakras (Oh, we all green)
(I been) I been green
(I been) I been (I been) green
Was he lovin' you, touchin' you
Treatin' you right, the way I should? (Ooh)
(I been) The way I should (I been)
I been (I been) green
(I been, I been, oh)
Green
(I been, I been)
About to throw these last few hunnids (Throw it), this your last chance (Chance)
You lookin' like a laptop, I need a lap dance (Dance)
That ass would make a cab drop and leave the cab stand (Stand)
Shit, I'm about to whip it on you like the Dazz Band (Band)
I'm lookin' at that pussy print, I call it cat scan (Scan)
These other bitches lookin' garbage like the trash can (Can)
Wildin' for it, I fuck up a hundred thousand for it
I throw some money in the air, then hit the diving board
Bottles on the table, you could drink a fountain (Drink a fountain)
You a smoker, not a drinker, let's blow up a pound then (Blow a pound)
Got some out of town friends, bring them bitches down then
Say you was gon' tear it down for me, tear it down then (Tear it down)
I been stackin' all my money, shit look like a mountain (Ayy)
If you standin' in my circle, you in good surroundings
I don't fuck with stupid hoes, I let 'em do their clown dance (Bitch)
If you make it clap for me, bitch, I'm pullin' out bands (Shut the fuck up)
Fuckin' to some Chris Brown, king of R&B (B)
She want me to climb up in it like a tree (Tree)
Is that ass real or fake? I'ma find out (Out)
She say she like it rough, I'ma pull her tracks out (Yank it)
I might blow it all, baby, tell me what's the total? (I got you)
Ain't nothin' out my range, I get brain in the Rover (Gangsta)
You knew she was a diamond, shoulda kept her in the vault
Uncut, no soda, she want me to hit it raw
Got the Bentley dealership, if she want it, she can have it
Gon' drive it, baby, #RichNiggaChallenge (Challenge)
Bust it wide open, baby, gon' bend it over (Over)
Fuck me like you hate me, girl, that pussy bipolar
Rock the boat, rock the boat
Rock the boat, rock-rock the boat
Rock the boat, rock the boat
Rock the boat, rock the boat
I been (I been) green
(I been) I been (I been) green
Was he lovin' you, touchin' you
Treatin' you right, the way I should? (Ooh, ooh)
(I been) The way I should (I been)
I been (I been) green
(I been, I been)
Oh, green (I been)
[Burgundy]
Oh (Huh, oh), running to me, babe
Why you playin' games now? Oh-oh (Huh, games)
Give me that feelin', cruisin' in your lane now, oh-oh (Skrrt)
All this rain drippin' down (Down)
And don't you forget it
And don't you forget it now, oh-oh (Ooh)
Give me that feelin', cruisin' in your lane now, oh-oh (Yeah)
You be the one I take my time on (Time)
Ooh, might be the one I buy a diamond (Diamond)
Ooh, I'm in the stu', just booked your travel
Ooh, now you know what them bitches mad for (Bitch)
Ooh, I took a chance, took a chance on you
Girl, I got plans, I got plans for you
That pussy know me, girl, you know me so well (Well)
It's gon' be more than a preview, oh (Oh no)
I still hear what you said in my head four days later (Yeah, ooh)
Don't you give me any less (Less), ooh, whoa
Oh (Huh, oh), running to me, babe
Why you playin' games now? Oh-oh (Huh, games)
Give me that feelin', cruisin' in your lane now, oh-oh (Skrrt)
All this rain drippin' down (Down)
And don't you forget it
And don't you forget it now, oh-oh (Ooh)
Give me that feelin', cruisin' in your lane now, oh-oh (Yeah)
" Get At Ya "
This is the final piece of the puzzle
Where you going? Slow it
Don't act like you don't see me, I'm glowing
Show me what you look like in the morning, tone it on it
Floating on 25s, I wouldn't be fly if I threw some D's on it
From the center to the floor, I'm fresh low-key
When I step through the door all eyes on me
Wanna be a star, get on TV
It's 'bout to jump off in my car so come with me (Oh, baby)
Hey, girl, I love what you do (Yeah)
The way ya making it move, I'm tryna give it to you (Oh, ha ha)
Said, girl, I'm tryna get at ya, tryna, tryna get at ya
You see me sitting on chrome and I'm tryna get at ya (Ha)
(Hey) I want ya, girl
(You) You feel me, girl
(Move) I'm on ya (Oh you)
Said, girl, I'm tryna get at ya (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Tryna, tryna get at ya (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
You see me sitting on chrome and I'm tryna get at ya
Girl, I'm slowly approaching
Dodging those misdemeanors, they on it (On it), want it (Want it)
I know they waiting on me to run it, run it
You gotta show me, if you with it, be a bad girl
From the center to the floor, I'm fresh low-key (Low-key)
When I step through the door all eyes on me (On me)
Wanna be a star, get on TV
It's 'bout to jump off in my car so come with me (Hey, girl)
Hey, girl, I love what you do
The way ya making it move, I'm tryna give it to you (The way that you move it, I get crazy)
Said, girl, I'm tryna get at ya, tryna, tryna get at ya (Oh, girl)
You see me sitting on chrome and I'm tryna get at ya (Baby)
(Hey) I want ya, girl (Oh, yeah)
(You) You feel me, girl (Ooh, ooh)
(Move) I'm on ya (I want ya, girl, oh, you)
Said, girl, I'm tryna get at ya (Hey)
Tryna, tryna get at ya (I'm tryna get at ya)
You see me sitting on chrome and I'm tryna get at ya
Seven-hundred horsepower, speakers beating down the block
Girls stop, automatic static, better call the cops
Bad chick, looking like she finna let me grab it
I'ma have to snatch it but I'm tryna get at ya
Two-hundred miles per hour, speakers beating down the block
Girls stop, automatic static, better call the cops
Bad chick, looking like she finna let me grab it
I'ma have to snatch it but I'm tryna get at ya (I got)
Hey, girl, I love what you do (Oh, oh, oh)
The way ya making it move, I'm tryna give it to you (Tryna get at you)
Said, girl, I'm tryna get at ya, tryna, tryna get at ya (Ooh)
You see me sitting on chrome and I'm tryna get at ya (And I'm tryna get at ya)
(Hey) I want ya, girl (I keep trying)
(You) You feel me, girl (And I'm never gonna stop)
(Move) I'm on ya (But I'm trying, I'm trying to get at ya, oh you)
Said, girl, I'm tryna get at ya
Tryna, tryna get at ya
You see me sitting on chrome and I'm tryna get at ya (Yeah, yeah, ah)
Tryna get at you-you, do you feel me, girl?
Tryna get at you-you, do you feel me, girl?
Tryna get at you-you, do you feel me, girl?
Do you feel me, girl? Do you feel me, girl?
Tryna get at you-you, do you feel me, girl?
Tryna get at you-you, do you feel me, girl?
Tryna get at you-you, do you feel me, girl?
Do you feel me, girl? Do you feel me, girl?
Tryna get at you-you, do you feel me, girl?
" Kriss Kross "
VVS Patek all in my wrist watch (wrist)
Got it jump, jumpin' like I'm Kriss Kross
She gon' bring her girl, let 'em Kriss Kross
Drippin' water, I forgot to turn my wrist off
All that Goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross
All that Goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross
She gon' bring her girl, let 'em Kriss Kross
All that Goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross
Hoe I'm flossin', tell your bitch get off
Hit it once and had her feelin' nauseous, yeah
She pop that pussy, put that pressure on her
I got a lot of freaks that live in Arizona
Now I'm seein' things, sippin' on gasoline
Poppin' the Xan, I got the soda and the Promethazine
Five in the mornin', she keep me up like Folgers
She say she wanted an orgy, like hold up baby, there's more of us, you know I'm a nasty nigga
VVS Patek all in my wrist watch (wrist)
Got it jump, jumpin' like I'm Kriss Kross (boing)
She gon' bring her girl, let 'em Kriss Kross (call yo bitch)
Drippin' water, I forgot to turn my wrist off (my bad)
All that Goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross
All that Goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross
She gon' bring her girl, let 'em Kriss Kross
All that Goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross
Reachin' for my Goyard yeah, I'mma catch a charge
Don't make my chopper bark, I'm a fuckin' dog
We could take it to the yard, order firearms
All my niggas, we go dumb, bomb it like Saddam
Get it straight, now I can't relate
Most you niggas fake, tryna infiltrate
Got gold golds at the gate
Grab 'em up quick, toss 'em in the lake
Check that Goyard on my bezel
Goyard on my wri-sist
Your bitch, she can't resist
Assist me for some interest
There it go
VVS Patek all in my wrist watch (yeah, yeah)
Got it jump, jumpin' like I'm Kriss Kross (boing)
She gon' bring her girl, let 'em Kriss Kross (call yo bitch)
Drippin' water, I forgot to turn my wrist off (my bad)
All that Goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross
All that Goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross
She gon' bring her girl, let 'em Kriss Kross
All that Goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross
Get killed if they're crossin' me
You spray me so much that they swear that they're lossin' me
We drippin' in saucy
Don't fuck with you niggas that be on that broke shit
Rap niggas, I expose 'em
Strapped up like a soldier
Phone calls, yeah I'm big homie
Gettin' packed, I was on another
I'm chuckin' in Phantom
I'm doin' 100, the same for the ransom
Hear they're good with them cameras
We be takin' that shit, everyone put your hands up
OHB, that's the mob, nigga
Blackout, do the job, nigga
Out of town with a passport
On Sunset, you get robbed nigga, I mean that
VVS Patek all in my wrist watch (yeah, yeah)
Got it jump, jumpin' like I'm Kriss Kross (boing)
She gon' bring her girl, let 'em Kriss Kross (call yo bitch)
Drippin' water, I forgot to turn my wrist off (my bad)
All that Goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross
All that Goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross
She gon' bring her girl, let 'em Kriss Kross
All that Goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross
" Banjo "
Hol' up
(Mustard on the beat, ho)
Ha!
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo (Woo)
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo (Woo)
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo (Yeah)
And all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor (Ha!)
Pull up, nigga creepin'
Colder than a motherfucker, guess it's ho season (Bitch!)
Shawty got that ass, baby girl, it's nice to meet you (Yeah)
With these lights off, give a fuck about your features, I'm tryna fuck (Ha)
If it's one on one, gimme that ISO (Woo)
But if it's two of y'all, I'ma let the dice roll
It's the weekend, I can tell you be freakin'
'Cause you poppin' Miley Cyrus and you twerkin' with your eyes closed (Ha)
Go figure, skinny nigga with a suit on
(Ha, ha, ha, ha)
Bunch of bad bitches, yeah, they like me, nigga, who don't?
Drop top, everythin', we party like the roof gone
A nigga got a problem, blaka-blaka, then we move on (Brap!)
Tell 'em hold that, if you lookin' for liquor, better lick up
My liquor Zing and you know that
Bitches lookin' for a sponsorship, cha-ching
'Cause I sponsor shit, bitch, I throw racks (Racks!)
Fucked up, got me dancin' on the floor
Tryna dance in that pussy, tell me when to go, huh
I'm tore up, feelin' like I'm 'bout to throw up
One night with me, this bitch about to blow up
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo (Right)
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo (Right)
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo
And all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor (Man, don't)
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo (Ha ha)
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo
And all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor (Ha!)
Ain't shit but model bitches over here
I'm a nigga with money, bitch, let's make that clear
You hear with a elf ear, hoes in stock over here
And the price goin' up by the year
It's a good year, baby, on my blimp shit
You too defensive and sensitive, that's on some mental shit
No sense in lingerin', can't count on you niggas, man
Only count Benjamins, yeah, he my closest friend (Bitch)
My wrist's a risk, ice the bitch
Like it's sprained and shit
I'm the nigga, nigga, yes, he is
The flyest with three yeses
I take that pussy and ransom it, Mel Gibson that
When I hit the block, better have your banger (Blaow!)
That's my babe, she don't talk to strangers (Nope!)
She fold it closed, we ain't gon' ever hang
Beat the box like manana-bing (Ha), manana-bang-bang-bang
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo (Right, woo)
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo (Right, yeah)
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo
And all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor (Man, don't)
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo (Ha ha)
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo
And all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor
She was bomb but she wanted me to pay for it
Alley-oop, bitch, you know a nigga play whores
I play with pussy, girl, you know that I'm a playboy
Clap, clap, clap then she make that booty make noise (Bitch)
Man, she make that ass wobble like a monster
Twerk somethin', hurt somethin', damn, I'ma need a doctor
A bitch with some real hair straight up out the projects
And she turn her phone off from all them niggas she be dodgin'
She ain't loyal, I bought her head
She don't give a fuck about nothin' but her bread
But when I dance in that pussy, do the runnin' man
While all these other niggas fuckin' with Juwanna Mann
I'm throwin' all of this money and I'm advancin' these strippers
I got my hand on the pussy, she got her hand on my zipper
She started goin' to work, my shit got hard as a missile
Then she said she had a twin, I started fuckin' her sister
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo (Right)
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo (Right)
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo
And all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor (Man, don't)
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo (Ha ha)
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo
And all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor