Chris Brown Faces Criminal Charges Over Pet Monkey

Chris Brown is facing criminal charges and possible jail time over a pet monkey.

Last month, the “Fine China” singer bought the capuchin monkey for his daughter Royalty. He took some heat from animal rights group when he posted a video of the toddler playing with the monkey and now there could be some legal troubles on the way. Some folks think that the animal is a danger to the 3-year-old girl and really should be left in the wild. Chris Brown shot back saying the animal is perfectly safe and everyone should just take a chill pill.

Some people took the issue a step further and notified the California Dept. of Fish and Wildlife about Chris Brown harboring the animal. An investigation is now underway to see if he break any laws. TMZ reported that Breezy never got a proper permit for the exotic pet. The singer has since surrendered the monkey to the Wildlife department after they got a search warrant to search his home. That’s a good move given what happened the last time that authorities converged on his home.

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The case has already been referred to the L.A. City Attorney office and a misdemeanor charge could be coming Chris Brown’s way. If he is charged with harboring a restricted species without a permit, CB could face six months in jail and fined thousands of dollars. “As I leave my office in Downtown L.A. and walk past people sleeping on the street on my way to defend people charged by the City Attorney with selling medical marijuana … now spending taxpayer money on investigating monkey business, this completes the circle on his absurdity,” Chris Brown attorney Mark Geragos said.

Brown named the monkey Fiji and says he got the animal as a pet for his daughter ahead of her fourth birthday. Here is a video of Royalty playing with the monkey. The clip was posted by Breezy back in December last year.

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Kevin McCall Threatens Chris Brown Daughter Denies Singer Shot Him

Kevin McCall threatened Chris Brown and his 5-year-old daughter Royalty on Twitter and its not going down well.

The singer/rapper was in the hospital this week for getting shot in his foot. The story about how he got shot is still fuzzy but we know that some folks are saying that he shot by Breezy. He has since denied both, without revealing who really did the deed. McCall and Chris Brown have been beefing since around 2012 and they are not making peace anytime soon, not after McCall threatened both Chris and his daughter Royalty.

“Chris Brown and his Seed would be in a Casket if he had anything to do with me being shot,” he tweeted. “Stop playing with rumors or I can’t promise CB will make 29! I kept him alive 7 years now in L.A. don’t take the humbleness you see in me as weakness Chris wouldn’t have a head to tattoo on.”

Chris Brown shows off his new Mortal Kombat head tattoo this week, so that is what Kevin McCall was referring to. Nevertheless, that tweet didn’t go down too well and fans started blasting him for threatening a 5-year-old. He then deleted the tweet and backtrack on what he said, saying that he has nothing but love for Brown and his daughter Royalty. Breezy has not responded to the controversy and likely will not.

As for the shooting incident, McCall reportedly filed a police report but plans to take no further action on the matter, so perhaps he plans to deal with it in the streets. In one of his tweets, he made an interesting revelation claiming that the person who shot him also tried to kill Chris Brown for $500. “It’s what people have tried to do in the past the person who shot even tried to kill him for 500$ and I fought him for it. So if someone does Kill me for what I said..again it’s gonna harm a lot of people for a long time don’t try to make CB look Gangster clown me & leave CB be,” he tweeted.

I don’t see wat I said wrong. The Bible says and eye for and eye…Chris didn’t do it so don’t bring his name up in my life and death situation because you playing with gossip but L.A ain’t a game. I didn’t threaten anyone I told you how life would play out. I saved him hella X’s

— Kevin McCall (@KevinMcCallJr) January 6, 2018

It’s what people have tired to do in the past the person who shot even tried to kill him for 500$ and I fought him for it. So if someone does Kill me for what I said..again it’s gonna harm a lot of people for a long time don’t try to make CB look Gangster clown me & leave CB be. https://t.co/KplHirM7Uu

— Kevin McCall (@KevinMcCallJr) January 6, 2018

They only time I would mention @chrisbrown and ROYALTY in the same sentence is the 3 million dollars in #ROYALTIES he owes me for look at me now/other songs he removed my name/credit on because I was un-educated and un-protected contractually- I don’t promote EVIL so self reflect

— Kevin McCall (@KevinMcCallJr) January 6, 2018

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Yo Gotti Album “I Still Am” (Listen)


Yo Gotti drops his new album I Still Am and you can stream and download it on iTunes/Apple Music.

Gotti already scored a platinum-selling single off the project with “Rake It Up” featuring Nicki Minaj. During the summer, he also released a joint EP with Mike WiLL Made-It, Gotti Made-It. But this new album I Am Still is the follow-up to his 2013 project I Am and is a bit of a sequel. The album comes with 13 tracks and sees guest appearances from Chris Brown, 21 Savage, Meek Mill, YFN Lucci, and French Montana.

I Still Am is the ninth studio album from the Memphis rapper who continues to show growth in an era when the industry is competitive. “Rake It Up” with Nicki Minaj is perhaps the biggest hit of his career. That song peaked at No. 8 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart and has been certified platinum. Chris Brown is featured on the single “Save It For Me,” Meek Mill and YFN Lucci is featured on the single “One on One,” and 21 Savage is featured on “Yellow Tape.”

The album is accompanied by a documentary that was premiered on TIDAL. Stream and download Yo Gotti’s new album I Still Am below.

Chris Brown Says Sorry To Charlamagne and Breakfast Club Over Failed Interview


Chris Brown has stepped forward to apologize to Charlamagne Tha God and The Breakfast Club over a failed interview this morning.

Brown has been making the promotional rounds this week ahead of the release of his new album Heartbreak on a Full Moon, due on October 31st. Breezy don’t normally do a lot of interviews but this week he has been everywhere and all of his interviews are interesting. So far this week he turned up for all of his interviews, but this morning was different, he bailed on an interview with Charlamgane Tha God, Angela Yee, and DJ Envy on The Breakfast Club.

In a lengthy post on Instagram, Chris Brown apologize to the show and said that he will personally make things up. As for the reason for bailing, he said that he was hoarse from a long studio session the day before plus he has a pop-up show later on today (Wednesday October 25th). “Breakfast club, I Love yall, I apologize for not coming to the show,” he wrote. “Pop-up show today and I was hoarse as sh*t from studio, I’ll call personally so we can peace it up. love.”

“Hoarse!!! AND I UNDERSTAND THAT THE NEGATIVE SHIT THAT IS SAID BECAUSE YALL FEEL HURT,” he continues. “All good… I’ll let y’all have that. HOPE THAT HELPS YALL STATUS! Love you (I’m glad to know how yall really feel though.) guess god don’t make mistakes! SHOW TONIGHT… y’all invited too.”

Charlamagne Tha God was particularly upset with Chris Brown for missing the show and called him out on the show this morning. Still, Breezy seems like he is not upset and is willing to do the show at a future date so let’s hope that happens because we like to hear from the singer in interviews.

?? hoarse!!! AND I UNDERSTAND THAT THE NEGATIVE SHIT THAT IS SAID BECAUSE YALL FEEL HURT. ?. All good… I’ll let y’all have that. ??. HOPE THAT HELPS YALL STATUS! Love you ? (I’m glad to know how yall really feel though.) guess god don’t make mistakes! SHOW TONIGHT… y’all invited too. ?

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Sean Kingston “I Can’t Write For Chris Brown & Justin Bieber and Be Broke”

Sean Kingston says that he can’t be writing songs for Chris Brown and Justin Bieber and be broke.

The reggae pop star has been under scrutiny in recent weeks over his finances after a judge issued a warrant for his arrest for failing to pay a Miami jeweler thousands of dollars. Despite posting photos of his mansion and luxury cars in Jamaica, Sean Kingston has been getting criticism on social media for living lavishly while still not paying his debts.

In a video clip posted recently, Kingston said he is far from being broke. “Yo can write songs for Chris Brown and Justin Bieber and them man there and broke, a what happen to some man, stop believe everything yo hear,” the singer said. Sean Kingston also recently launched his own line of headphones called Monster Box. He will be working with the same company that make Beats By Dre and will be giving a twelve percent stake in the new venture. He will also include a Jamaican version of the headphone line which he said will have more bass in the speakers.

Kingston also revealed that he will be launching a reality show on E! this fall that will give fans a deeper look into his life.

K. Michelle – Either Way lyrics

K. Michelle Either Way ft. Chris Brown.

Either Way lyrics

Either way
Either way
Either way
Either way, either way

[Verse 1: K. Michelle]
Ass shots, real or fake
That ass gon’ jiggle, for ‘em anyway
Ain’t fuckin’ with me on your best day
I don’t like you, but I love how your man lick the plate
I know you seen what I post today
Diamonds up like Jay, crazy on my Kanye
’cause I need, someone to do, somewhere to play
Fuck it, I might Uber me a Jet today
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: K. Michelle & Chris Brown]
They don’t like me, what they say?
I hear rumors, I feel the hate
But, I’m okay, I’m young and rich
I be high all day (ooh)

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[Chorus: K. Michelle & Chris Brown]
Either way, I’m gon’ be straight
Damn, my life is great (woo)
Sleeping good at night
In the morning eating eggs and steak (yeah, yeah)
Sleep ‘fore I wake, I’m gon get this money either way
Either way, either way
Either way, I’m gon’ be straight
Damn, my life is great (woo)
Sleeping good at night
In the morning eating eggs and steak (yeah, yeah)
Sleep ‘fore I wake, I’m gon get this money either way
Either way, either way

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Either way, I’m gon’ brazy with my braids
Where my shades? See the face
All the diamonds blunted, that’s why your bitch came
And she stay, she ain’t scared that I got felonies
Love a country nigga, with the pot
Teachin’ hoes my new recipe
She never kiss and tell
Give her coin in a wishing well
You buy your bitch a Michael Kors
I buy my bitch a Richard Mille
My girl got booty like K. Michelle
If I pay her bills, she gon’ pay my bail
Paper trail, nigga oh well
Louboutin, shawty toe nails
I turn your bitch into a coat, yeah
I don’t give a fuck

[Verse 3: K. Michelle]
I get a lot of love, you get a lot of nothin’
He don’t hit you when he sober
’cause you getting my left overs
Maybach, Maybach, Maybach
He pull up in a Maybach
I pull up in a ‘rari
Skrrt, on his ass, nigga I ain’t sorry

[Pre-Chorus: K.Michelle & Chris Brown]
They don’t like me, what they say?
I hear rumors, I feel the hate
But, I’m okay, I’m young and rich
I be high all day (ooh)

[Chorus: K. Michelle & Chris Brown]
Either way, I’m gon’ be straight
Damn, my life is great (woo)
Sleeping good at night
In the morning eating eggs and steak (yeah, yeah)
Sleep ‘fore I wake, I’m gon get this money either way
Either way, either way
Either way, I’m gon’ be straight
Damn, my life is great (woo)
Sleeping good at night
In the morning eating eggs and steak (yeah, yeah)
Sleep ‘fore I wake, I’m gon get this money either way
Either way, either way

[Verse 4: K.Michelle]
I-i-i got a whole lot of paper (cash)
I got a whole lot of haters (uh)
Bitch I be drippin’ in sauce
’cause I got a whole lot of flavors
Riding your little Benz, with all of your friends
I just keep it solo, be perking on 10’s
They want me to end, but bitch I’ma win
Bitch I done won, and I’ma show ’em
’cause I ride the dick, like a Harley
2Pac is back, gangster party
Got a fetish for head in a Maserati
Gucci all up and down, that’s what’s on my body
Damn bruh, damn bruh, damn bitch, bitch
Steady talkin’ shit, when you don’t write your own hits?
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: K. Michelle & Chris Brown]
They don’t like me, what they say?
I hear rumors, I feel the hate
But, I’m okay, I’m young and rich
I be high all day (ooh)

[Chorus: K. Michelle & Chris Brown]
Either way, I’m gon’ be straight
Damn, my life is great (woo)
Sleeping good in the night
In the morning eating eggs and steak (yeah, yeah)
Sleep ‘fore I wake, I’m gon get this money either way
Either way, either way
Either way, I’m gon’ be straight
Damn, my life is great (woo)
Sleeping good in the night
In the morning eating eggs and steak (yeah, yeah)
Sleep ‘fore I wake, I’m gon get this money either way
Either way, either way

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

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 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

Jordin Sparks – No Air (feat. Chris Brown) letras

Tell me how I’m supposed to breathe with no air

If I should die before I wake
It’s ’cause you took my breath away
Losing you is like living in a world with no air
Oh

I’m here alone, didn’t wanna leave
My heart won’t move, it’s incomplete
Wish there was a way that I can make you understand

So how do you expect me
to live alone with just me
‘Cause my world revolves around you
It’s so hard for me to breathe

[Chorus:]
Tell me how I’m supposed to breathe with no air
Can’t live, can’t breathe with no air
It’s how I feel whenever you ain’t there
It’s no air, no air
Got me out here in the water so deep
Tell me how you gonna be without me
If you ain’t here, I just can’t breathe
It’s no air, no air

No air, air
No air, air
No air, air
No air, air

I walked, I ran, I jumped, I flew
Right off the ground to float to you
There’s no gravity to hold me down for real

But somehow I’m still alive inside
You took my breath, but I survived
I don’t know how, but I don’t even care

So how do you expect me
to live alone with just me
‘Cause my world revolves around you
It’s so hard for me to breathe

[Chorus]

No air, air
No air, air
No air, air
No air, air
No more
It’s no air, no air

[Chorus x2]

No air, air
No air, air
No air, air
No air, air

Chris Brown – Kiss Kiss lyrics

[Intro]
Yo this is Nappy Boy Radio live
With your boy T-Pain, we love rap music
Listen, uh, we got a caller on line one
Caller, what’s your problem

Hello, I’m on the radio with T-Pain
How’s it going
It ain’t going good
My girl ain’t doing her things she used to do and oh
0
I got just what you need
Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain
You heard it here first Nappy Boy Radio
We love you

[Chorus]
Hey, she want that lovey dovey
that Kiss kiss kiss kiss
In her mind she fantasize bout getting with me

They hatin on me
They wanna diss, diss, diss diss
Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be
2x

[Verse 1]
I’m a country boy from Tappahannock, va is where I reside
So shawty understand it and I know I just turned 18
And I get a little mannish and you see this bandana hangin
That means I’m like a bandit like, like like a bandit, bandit

I got paper girl, the Lamborghini
With the spider seats, you never seen it
So get it shawty, we parkin lot pimpin in my dome
And I know what you want

[Chorus]
Hey, she want that lovey dovey
that Kiss kiss kiss kiss
In her mind she fantasize bout getting with me

They hatin on me
They wanna diss, diss, diss, diss
Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be
2x

[Verse 2]
I’m the epitome of this demonstration, I got the remedy
You feelin me, so why is you hatin on my anatomy
It’s bird like, yeah, you heard right
Girl, I’m the king so that means I’m fly

If you with it girl, get it poppin
Girl with me, ain’t no stoppin
So get it shawty, we parking lot pimpin in my dome
I know what you want

[Chorus]
Hey, she want that lovey dovey
that Kiss kiss kiss kiss
In her mind she fantasize bout getting with me

They hatin on me
They wanna diss, diss, diss, diss
Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be
2x

Shawty, let me holla at you, you so hot, hot, hot, hot
You think I’d be hollerin, if you not, not, not, not
I’m king of the town, you can take a look around
Teddy Penderaz down in the spot spot spot spot

I got money on me
Baby girl, no problem
You rollin shawty
Let’s hit Mcdonald’s
It’s tp and cb, ‘I’m a Nappy Boy

[Chorus]
Hey, she want that lovey dovey
that Kiss kiss kiss kiss
In her mind she fantasize bout gettin with me

They hatin on me
They wanna diss, diss, diss, diss
Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be
2x

[Outro]
We are live back on Nappy Boy Radio, this is your boy dj Pain
I gotta get outta here man, I just wanna leave with it
If you aint got it by now then you’re just aint getting it

Let’s go, Nappy Boy and Pretty Boy
Nappy Boy and Pretty Boy
Boy, I say, Nappy Boy and Pretty Boy
Nappy, Nappy, Nappy and Pretty Boy
Let’s go

5, 4, 3, 0 yeah

DJ Khaled – Do You Mind (feat. Nicki Minaj, Chris Brown, August Alsina, Jeremih, Future & Rick Ross) letras

[Intro: DJ Khaled]
Another one
We The Best Music!

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
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/Iguodala 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
[Pre-Hook: August Alsina, Chris Brown & (DJ Khaled)]
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?

[Hook: Chris Brown & August Alsina]
I’m just tryna 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?

[Post-Hook: Chris Brown]
You know, you know, you know, you know
He 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?

[Verse 2: August Alsina]
Oh, do you mind if I talk to you?
And do you mind if I touch you there?
Girl, you know you can’t do no better, baby
I know that it don’t get no better than me
Let’s not waste the time
You ain’t gotta hold back cause I get inside
You won’t change your mind, you know that you can take it
No need to hesitate, I need it, 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 have it? Know how to heat it up

[Verse 3: Jeremih]
I should, I should be the one, baby, you gon’ love that
Girl, I know your body, know where every curve at
We been going all night, ’til the early
No you, no you wanna take off when you on my runway
We ain’t gotta talk ’bout his conversation
Baby, by the way I touch you you know what I’m saying
Oh, oh, oh, ride it slow
Oh, oh, oh

[Hook: Chris Brown & August Alsina]
I’m just tryna 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?

[Post-Hook: Chris Brown]
You know, you know, you know, you know
He 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?

[Verse 4: Future]
(Man with all this red carpet shit, baby, you know what I’m saying, Future Hendrix)
I’mma do that favor, drippin’ flavor in you two piece
I’m gonna keep my promise, never treat you like a groupie
Calamari dinners, got you eatin’ raw sushi
Still in the trap, but I like my bitches bougie
Two cups of styrofoam, excuse me lil’ mama
I can hold you down, be your friend and your lover
You want watches, new Versaces, you want Céline
Top back, screamin’ money ain’t a ting

[Verse 5: Rick Ross]
Seeing 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)

[Hook: Chris Brown & August Alsina]
I’m just tryna 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?

[Bridge: Nicki Minaj]
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
Yeah, assume the position

[Hook: Chris Brown & August Alsina]
I’m just tryna 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?

Lil Uzi Vert – Money Longer lyrics

[Hook]
It do not matter
Turn to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddy
Smoking that gas, gone off that Xanny, she on the powder
Nowadays I am on, my haters got sadder
Money got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster
Turn to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddy
Smoking that gas, gone off that Xanny, she on the powder
Nowadays I am on, my haters got sadder
Money got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster

[Verse 1]
Money so old that its spoiled
My lil’ bitch so spoiled
I rub her down in oil
I got money now you know it
Diamonds on my teeth
Your shit look like foil
Chris Brown said these hoes ain’t loyal
None of these hoes got no morals
All my niggas G’ed up
My glasses be Dita
Never thought it would be days I could kick my feet up
Never though that she would need me that much if I leave her
[Hook]
It do not matter
Turn to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddy
Smoking that gas, gone off that Xanny, she on the powder
Nowadays I am on, my haters got sadder
Money got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster
Turn to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddy
Smoking that gas, gone off that Xanny, she on the powder
Nowadays I am on, my haters got sadder
Money got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster
Turn to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddy
Smoking that gas, gone off that Xanny, she on the powder
Nowadays I am on, my haters got sadder
Money got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster

[Verse 2]
All it is is faction, no time for acting, all this money lasting
Like go out to eat, get that blackened salmon
When I’m with my girl we’re Pharrell and Vashtie
That mean we are not lasting
In that pussy you know I like it rough, then I’m just blasting
Tell that lil bitch that I’m really from Mars, bitch do not start
Pull up my car automatic, dealt with a star

[Hook]
It do not matter
Turn to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddy
Smoking that gas, gone off that Xanny, she on the powder
Nowadays I am on, my haters got sadder
Money got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster
Turn to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddy
Smoking that gas, gone off that Xanny, she on the powder
Nowadays I am on, my haters got sadder
Money got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster