Below are the lyrics to "Winner" sung by the artist "Chris Brown". Hopefully this can help you find the lyrics to the song "Winner".
Yo, it is an honor to introduce the future of R&B
His name, is Chris Brown (Uh)
And uh, you know what this is
Yeah, another Beat Trax joint
Round one, I hear the ding
I walk up and shake your hand, girl, I gotta know what's up
Baby, what's your name? Can I get your number?
'Cause I wanna talk about some things, yeah
Round two, it ain't a thing, I was moving every way you move
Bobbing and weaving, like a young boy was supposed to do
It seemed like only yesterday that we did it
Now you on me like a fitted and I just gotta say, yeah
Baby, you're a winner
It didn't even take ya twelve rounds to do it (Oh, whoa)
You got the title now
I'ma tell the whole world (World) to give it up for my girl (My girl)
Baby, you're a winner
It didn't even take ya twelve rounds to do it (Oh, whoa)
You got the title now
I'ma tell the whole world to give it up for my girl (Give it up for my girl)
Round three, I can see me and you walking down the aisle
And I know we're young so it'll be a while before we doing that
But my momma got me in training
Getting ready for the day when I'ma make somebody happy
And ooh-ooh-ooh
Said I was done with loving 'til I found someone like you (Oh)
Somebody tell me what I was supposed to do
You put my back against the ropes, no choice but to unfold
I gotta give it to you, baby, whoa
Baby, you're a winner
It didn't even take ya twelve rounds to do it (Didn't even take ya twelve rounds)
You got the title now
I'ma tell the whole world (Oh, whoa, yeah) to give it up for my girl (Give it up for my girl)
Baby, you're a winner
It didn't even take ya twelve rounds to do it (Aw yeah)
You got the title now
I'ma tell the whole world (Whole world) to give it up for my girl (Oh, no, no)
Yo, this the part I like right here, ha ha
Oh, girl
Baby, I just can't believe that every time you come around
I start losing my breath, I'm tripping over myself (Oh, oh)
'Cause you hitting me, hitting me
Oh, girl
Baby, it's so plain to see that you got the best of me
So I'm throwing in the towel (Throwing in the towel)
Baby, I bow out (Yeah)
Oh-oh, whoa, whoa, whoa (What we gon' do right here?)
Let it breathe (Hah, hah, uh, oh)
Oh
Baby, you're a winner
It didn't even take ya twelve rounds to do it
You got the title now
I'ma tell the whole world to give it up for my girl
Baby, you're a winner
It didn't even take ya twelve rounds to do it
You got the title now
I'ma tell the whole world to give it up for my girl
Baby, you're a winner
It didn't even take ya twelve rounds to do it
You got the title now
I'ma tell the whole world to give it up for my girl
Baby, you're a winner
It didn't even take ya twelve rounds to do it
You got the title now
I'ma tell the whole world to give it up for my girl
Baby, you're a winner
It didn't even take ya twelve rounds to do it
You got the title now
I'ma tell the whole world to give it up for my girl
Baby, you're a winner
It didn't even take ya twelve rounds to do it
You got the title now
I'ma tell the whole world to give it up for my girl
Do you hear me now?
Yeah, sweet like honeydew (Ooh)
I love it when you come around
It's just me and you (Uh-huh)
Girl, and you
Her fragrance turns me on
Her skin's so soft, oh
I just wanna hold you (I just wanna hold you)
All night and day (All night and day)
And we got all the time, girl
So come a little closer
'Cause I just wanna hold you (I just wanna hold you)
All night and day (All night and day)
I-I'm thinking 'bout you
All da-a-ay and all night
I-I'm holding on tight
Baby, I just can't let you go (No)
I get lost in ya love (Love)
I get wrapped in the words you sa-a-ay
I get lost in the love we make
I even fall hard for the games you play
Lost in ya love (Oh)
I get wrapped in the words you sa-a-ay (Oh-whoa)
I get lost in the love we make (Oh-oh)
I even fall hard for the games you play (Oh-oh)
Baby, you're the truth (Oh na)
I wanna talk about your loving
I'm so connected to you
I want it all, I need it all from you, girl
You're my only one and you know that
I hold it down 'cause I own that
Too much history, we go way back
It's so personal and we got that (Oh)
Her fragrance turns me on (Oh-oh)
Her skin's so soft, oh
I just wanna hold you (I just wanna hold you)
All night and day (All night and day)
And we got all the time, girl
So come a little closer
(Ah-ah-ah-ah)
'Cause I just wanna hold you (I just wanna hold you)
(Ah-ah-ah-ah)
All night and day (All night and day)
Yeah
I-I'm thinking 'bout you
All da-a-ay and all night
I-I'm holding on tight
Baby, I just can't let you go (No)
I get lost in ya love (Love)
I get wrapped in the words you sa-a-ay
I get lost in the love we make
I even fall hard for the games you play, yeah
Lost in ya love (Oh)
I get wrapped in the words you sa-a-ay (Oh-whoa)
I get lost in the love we make (Oh-oh)
I even fall hard for the games you play (Oh-oh)
Run it back, run it back, run it back, oh
This my favorite song (Ayy)
And shout out to the DJ
'Cause he gon' play this record all night long, all night long
Her fragrance turns me on
Her skin's so soft, oh
I just wanna hold you (I just wanna hold you)
All night and day (All night and day)
And we got all the time, girl
So come a little closer (Woo)
'Cause I just wanna hold you (I just wanna hold you)
All night and day (All night and day)
I-I'm thinking 'bout you
All da-a-ay and all night
I-I'm holding on tight
Baby, I just can't let you go (Oh no)
I get lost in ya love (Love, your love)
I get wrapped in the words you sa-a-ay (Say)
I get lost in the love we make
I even fall hard for the games you play (Oh, ooh)
Lost in ya love (Oh)
I get wrapped in the words you sa-a-ay (Oh-whoa)
I get lost in the love we make (Oh-oh)
I even fall hard for the games you play (Oh-oh)
Run it back, run it back, run it back, oh
Whoa-oh, oh
And shout out to the DJ
Oh-oh-oh
All night long
Yoko, Yoko, Yoko, Yoko
Yoko, Yoko, Yoko, Yoko
Yoko, Yoko, Yoko, Yoko
Yoko, Yoko, Yoko, Yoko
Bust a couple bands (Couple bands)
Blow a hunnid fast (A hunnid cash)
I just made a hunnid off a 50 pack
Where them bad Asian bitches holdin' down my city at? (H-h-huh?)
Where them girls from the A with that pretty face?
Round thing, yeah, I'm on that loud thing
Pop another bottle, shootin' corks at the crowd, dang
Yeah, I'm a stunna, but nah, I ain't Baby though
Young dude w-w-with the lazy flow, w-w-watch all these ladies go
Crazy when I pull up right beside 'em
I do a buck 30, yeah, I'm just send 'em flyin'
I smell like dirty money, plus this cookie that I'm lightin'
Big bucket's full of ice with bottles on fire inside 'em, uh
I call her Yoko Ono (Ono), Ono (Ono), Ono (Ono)
Only ride solo (Solo), solo (Solo), solo (Solo)
Mission for the dolo (Dolo), dolo (Dolo), dolo (Dolo)
One look in her eyes (Eyes), she'll eat you alive ('Live)
She a man-eater (Eater), ski mad diva (Diva)
She might up and leave you 'cause you can never leave her
You ain't never have her so you can never keep her
Trippin' on the next man, he can't have her either
I call her Yoko Ono
Look, got a boatload of them Asian hoes
On vacation, steady bakin' with Jamaican hoes
I got cash, boy, I don't care what you makin', ho
50 thousand on my wrist, I'm feedin' Eskimos
Damn, put V.A. on this shit
Buy a hundred fuckin' bottles, let 'em spray in this bitch
My money flow real long, I do relays in this bitch
And you know I kill songs
It's Burner, CB and Wiz, alrighty now
Ha, look at me, Rosé, I'm on, nigga
15 grand on a what? That's just my phone, nigga
Northern California, them blunts look like cones, nigga
Two up, two down, make that switch, yeah, it's Breezy, bitch
I call her Yoko Ono (Ono), Ono (Ono), Ono (Ono)
Only ride solo (Solo), solo (Solo), solo (Solo)
Mission for the dolo (Dolo), dolo (Dolo), dolo (Dolo)
One look in her eyes (Eyes), she'll eat you alive ('Live)
She a man-eater (Eater), ski mad diva (Diva)
She might up and leave you 'cause you can never leave her
You ain't never have her so you can never keep her (Hahahaha)
Trippin' on the next man, he can't have her either (Uh)
I call her Yoko Ono
Shades on (Shades on), Polo white tee (Polo white tee)
Me leavin' here alone? That's unlikely ('ly)
Not a stoner bitch (Bitch), but she like me
Tryna get that final cut like Spike Lee
I check them hoes, direct them hoes, take 'em home
And let them hoes go live out their fantasies
They poppin' pills, I'm rollin' weed (R-r-rollin' weed)
Even got a couple bad bitches overseas (Overseas)
Out the back 'cause ain't no tags when I'm shoppin'
And my bag filled with options so don't ask what it cost
I'm in a Maserati coupe goin' so fast that I lost 'em
And my bitch got so much swag that these bad bitches on us
Ah, k-killin' y'all, blow, dag get a coffin, uh
I call her Yoko Ono (Ono), Ono (Ono), Ono (Ono)
(Hahaha)
Only ride solo (Solo), solo (Solo), solo (Solo)
(Yeah)
Mission for the dolo (Dolo), dolo (Dolo), dolo (Dolo)
One look in her eyes (Eyes), she'll eat you alive ('Live)
She a man-eater (Eater), ski mad diva (Diva)
She might up and leave you 'cause you can never leave her
You ain't never have her so you can never keep her
Trippin' on the next man, he can't have her either
I call her Yoko Ono (Ono)
Yoko, Yoko, Yoko, Yoko
Yoko, Yoko, Yoko, Yoko
Yoko, Yoko, Yoko, Yoko
Yoko, Yoko, Yoko, Yoko
There's a star in the palm of my hand and I think it's yours
If you don't want it, then I'll understand, you deserve much more
When I brought it down from the sky, you almost forgot it
It was new back when you gave a damn
What you need, I'll go and get it
But if I don't come back, girl, your love was worth it
That's the one thing I know
And if I don't make it back
Girl, remember that, that I said I'd go, baby
Girl, your love is so hard, and it takes me so far
But I don't care I'll go, oh
If I don't make it home, at least now you know
Girl, for you, I'll go
Got my heart in the palm of your hand, now you're good, that's yours
If you don't want it, I won't understand 'cause I came so far
When you tossed it, took forever to find the place where you lost it
Now you're gone with my heart out the door
Home is here, girl, don't forget it
But if you don't come back, girl, this love was worth it
That's the one thing I know, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
If you don't make it back
Girl, remember that, that I said I'd go for you, oh-oh
Girl, your love is so hard, and it takes me so far
But I don't care I'll go, oh
If I don't make it home, well at least now you know
I'll go, go
Uh-huh, yeah
Uh (Let's go)
Yeah (Let's go)
I'd like to introduce to you (Uh-huh, introduce)
The future, the young (Future), the new R&B prince (New, yes, yes)
Chris Brown (Chris, Chris, Chris Brown)
Spit flame
And me, stick around (Yes sir)
Ya boy Chris Brown (Ma)
Have you ever seen a four-door machine
When them things swing open? (Girl, picture that)
Have you ever traveled up on a yacht?
Sail across the ocean? (Girl, picture that)
Tell me have you ever seen the stars
Shoot across the night sky from a G4 side
Can you picture it?
Matter fact, picture you and me living it
I know I'm just a youngin' but, girl, I'm in a good groove
Right zone, I just need a year or two
Let me stack this paper, I'ma keep the lights on
Let me show you what a hit single can do
And we can act a fool with it
So much diamonds you won't know what to do with it (What's my name?)
The name Chris Brown from Virginia
Ask about me, they'll tell you I'm the truth with it (Oh)
C to the H to the R-I-S (Oh)
I know you like it, mama, just say yes (Hey, hey)
And if you didn't know, now you know
I'm a pro and I can go on and on and on and on
C to the H to the R-I-S (Yeah)
I know you like it, baby, just say yes (Oh, whoa)
And if you didn't know, now you know (Oh)
I'm a pro and I can go on and on and on and on (Ha ha)
I know I might sound a little out there but (Yeah)
The south of France, I'm tryna keep you out there, girl (Tryna take you out, girl)
Take my hand and we can walk up out there with (Let's go, uh-huh)
Brand new bags, now tell me how does that sound, girl?
It's crazy how I'm feeling you
Damn, I gotta get you to see (Love, whoa)
Girl, ya style is so sensual
Slide ya number and just roll with me (Let's go)
I know I'm just a youngin' but, girl, I'm in a good groove (Uh-huh, yeah)
Right zone, I just need a year or two
Let me stack this paper, I'ma keep the lights on
Let me show you what a hit single can do
And we can act a fool with it
So much diamonds you won't know what to do with it (What's my name?)
The name Chris Brown from Virginia (Yeah, uh-huh)
Ask about me, they'll tell you I'm the truth with it (Oh)
C to the H to the R-I-S (Hey, hey, mm)
I know you like it, mama, just say yes (Ooh, ooh)
And if you didn't know, now you know
I'm a pro and I can go on and on and on and on (Hey, yeah, yeah)
C to the H to the R-I-S (Hey, hey, ha!)
I know you like it, baby, just say yes (Ooh)
And if you didn't know, now you know
I'm a pro and I can go on and on and on and on
I see money, money, money everywhere I go (Ayy)
Baby, I'ma cash boy, so where my dough? (Ca-ching)
Girl, I know when you hear my flow (Uh)
Plus all the honies love me when I wear my fro
Ayo, lil' mama, I'm Noah the charmer (Uh)
Better known as that boy Chevy Impala (Vroom, vroom)
Shawty, we can creep while you in your pajamas
Then we can sip margaritas in the Bahamas (Ah)
Amiga, amiga, let's flee to Aruba
We can ride now, I got the keys to the cruiser (Let's go)
You can be with me, ain't gotta be with a loser (Nah)
Do what it do let me see if I'm a loser
What's my name?
C to the H to the R-I-S (Yes)
I know you like it, mama, just say yes (Say yeah)
And if you didn't know, now you know (Hey)
I'm a pro and I can go on and on and on and on (Hey, yeah)
C to the H to the R-I-S (Whoa, oh)
I know you like it, baby, just say yes (Yeah)
And if you didn't know, now you know (Hey)
I'm a pro and I can go on and on and on and on (Ha ha, oh, ooh)
Yeah, it's Chris Brown (Oh, oh)
Ma, you need to stop playing (Oh, oh, whoa)
You know who you want (I know)
You know what you need and I do too (Oh)
Uh-huh, come with me
Take it back, take it back
Bring it back, bring it back
Uh-huh, yeah, girl
Ooh, ha ha, ha ha
This my swagger right here, ha ha
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