Chris Brown – Freaky Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Stepped in the party through the front door
I got a couple little bad bitches with us
You see the bottles, look at ’em shine, baby
I call your girl over, now you got your bitches
You say that I’m playing
But I’m taking that down tonight
And if your friends coming over to party
That means foreplay, ménage

[Pre-Chorus]
Come on ladies, put it on me
Nice and slowly, now speed it up
Go ‘head make them sounds
Scream for me, yeah

[Chorus]
That’s your girlfriend, yeah, she on deck
Lamborghini Masi’, yeah, a nigga gon’ flex
She wear my chain, gimme neck
I bang that pussy like I’m throwing up my set
Girl, you freaky
I’ma show ’em how to ride the pony
Freaky
I started busting, it’s the champagne

[Verse 2]
Shawty said she fucking with the campaign
I ain’t worried ’bout nothing, not a damn thang
Dark Knight Lamborghini, Bruce Wayne
Give a fuck about my old hoe, I’m riding ’round in that new thang
Staring at your body, tryna do thangs
Throwing all these hunnids, girl, that’s loose change
And do it all for the ladies
Pop it, pop it for me

[Pre-Chorus]
Come on ladies, put it on me
Nice and slowly, now speed it up
Go ‘head make them sounds
Scream for me, yeah

[Chorus]
That’s your girlfriend, yeah, she on deck
Lamborghini Masi’, yeah, a nigga gon’ flex
She wear my chain, gimme neck
I bang that pussy like I’m throwing up my set
Girl, you freaky
I’ma show ’em how to ride the pony
She freaky
I started busting, it’s the champagne

[Verse 3]
This ain’t my first time, I’m shinin’, I been used to this shit
But it’s the first time I had your girl and her chain glued to my dick, ha
Picture me rollin’, 100 bad bitches, that pussy is soakin’
Nigga, this OHB, just me and my whoadies
Gold chains, don’t fuck up my clique though
No names, show up with that pistol
I’m pistol [?], I don’t need a scope
I let the thing ring out, adios

[Pre-Chorus]
Come on ladies, put it on me
Nice and slowly, now speed it up
Go ‘head make them sounds
Scream for me, yeah

[Chorus]
That’s your girlfriend, yeah, she on deck
Lamborghini Masi’, yeah, a nigga gon’ flex
She wear my chain, gimme neck
I bang that pussy like I’m throwing up my set
Girl, you freaky
I’ma show ’em how to ride the pony
She freaky
I started busting, it’s the champagne

Chris Brown – Sirens

[Verse 1]
Let me see what you about
Ok, I’ma fly you out
Walk your pretty ass in my house
We ain’t even gotta fuck on the first night
Baby we can live, yeah, I know you had a long flight
Ima keep it player, take the bed, I’ma take the couch
You say you ahead first place, let me eat you out
Got the dope dick all the bad bitches talk about
She feel my nose ring, when I eat it, I’ma turn her out
Already know my figures, OHB the pussy killers
With the pistols and the strippers and a whole lot of bitches
She gon’ shift it, I’ma whip it
She off the white, I’m off the Henny
Where you get all that energy
Run around to the bed
I’m the man in my city
Know that you like consistency
You know that I’m in love, if I fuck when your pussy bleed
Sending text to your homegirl, O M G
Know you mad, ’cause them bitches wanna fuck me
But we gon’ be aight tonight
Hella high bitch, higher than life
Baby, you just my be right, tonight
Got me feeling like Mike tonight
Moonwalk and then the ring with the flights
45 by my side, yeah your partner can die
No nigga hotter than I
Them bullets burn like they fire
Razor blade or a knife
Lets have a moment of silence
Ok, let’s go ’cause all I’m hearing is sirens

[Hook]
I gotta run now, you hear the gun sound
My heart beat, he already bleedin’
Call the paramedics, shit I know he need it
Promise me his mama won’t see it
Sirens screamin’ like wo-o-oh
I hear ’em screamin’, wo-o-oh
Sirens screamin’ like, wo-o-oh
Playin’ with your life, I ain’t come to fight
Fucked up my whole night

[Verse 2]
Be careful with your wordplay, niggas be bitches, snitchin’
Tellin’ them federal agents where the birds stay
Catch him, set him on fire
Light his ass up like a motherfuckin’ birthday
The way I live, you could beg to differ
You don’t know the smell
Know it’s hard to sell when your uncle steady smokin’ dipper
Who was there to tell me right or wrong?
He was there to teach me how to flip a pot, couldn’t write a song
I just did it for my city, put my family on
And I know you still rockin’ with me, even when I’m wrong
I done been in trial, still had my jewelry on
Mama say that white people change when the money come
Pussy ass niggas, know you wanna build a case
Squares in your circle, yeah, you niggas outta shape
Never outta pot, you know I got it in the safe
Boy, stop, shooters hangin’ off helicopters, yaa

[Hook]
I gotta run now, you hear the gun sound
No heart beat, he already bleedin’
Call the paramedics, shit I know he need it
Promise me his mama won’t see it
Sirens screamin’ like wo-o-oh
I hear ’em screamin’, wo-o-oh
Sirens screamin’ like, wo-o-oh
Playin’ with your life, I ain’t come to fight
Fucked up my whole night

[Verse 3]
Government lyin’, could give a fuck about your education
Don’t want an intelligent nigga, keepin’ us intimidated
Instigatin’, let us kill each other, now they celebratin’
Falling victim, takin’ us back to prison, yeah, we back to slavin’
Programmed to kill my brother if he tryna kill my niggas
Molotov the corporation, fuck the family business
How many times we gotta scream just for you to listen?
Okay, fuck everybody who ain’t ridin’ with us
But we gon’ be aight tonight
Hella high bitch, higher than life
Got me feelin’ like wrong is right
Do my life got a price? Sometimes a nigga gotta roll the dice
They used to tell me as a kid, I could make a difference
They say a man never cry, leave that for the bitches
Told me hold my head high, never duck the misses
They ain’t see I was a kid, only 10 when I first learned how to use a pistol

[Hook]
I gotta run now, you hear the gun sound
My heart beat, he already bleedin’
Call the paramedics, shit I know he need it
Promise me his mama won’t see it
Sirens screamin’ like wo-o-oh (I hear ’em screaming)
I hear ’em screamin’, wo-o-oh
Sirens screamin’ like, wo-o-oh
Playin’ with your life, I ain’t come to fight
Fucked up my whole night
F-f-fucked up my whole night
F-f-fucked up my whole night
Fucked up my whole night

Casanova – OHB (feat. Chris Brown Lo) (Be Safe Tho Mixtape)

[Hook: Casanova]
With that Draco, I’ma kill a nigga
I’m a gorilla, nigga
Where you at? Where you go?
Rain, sleet, hail, snow
OHB gon’ let it blow
We gon’ kill you for the low
So we ridin’ round with Biggie on us
Niggas tried to pull a Diddy on us
But I’m Hov with the Glock though
Or Spiz with the sig, yo
I pull up to where you live, bro
Wavin’ that chopper out the window

[Verse 1: Young Lo]
Yeah, I’m ridin’ like Pac, play Suge and get shot
I’m like Eazy on the corner, Ice Cube’s in a pot (boom boom boom)
Yeah, today was a good day
Made a mil off of Pills like Dr. Dre
‘Cause murder was the case that they gave me
I hit it doggy style, now Brenda got a baby
Hard as ice tea on me, they wanna get the guy
I pull that mac 10 and spray it with a crooked eye (where you blowin’)

[Hook: Casanova]
With that Draco, I’ma kill a nigga
I’m a gorilla, nigga
Where you at? Where you go?
Rain, sleet, hail, snow
OHB gon’ let it blow
We gon’ kill you for the low
So we ridin’ round with Biggie on us
Niggas tried to pull a Diddy on us
But I’m Hov with the Glock though
Or Spiz with the sig, yo
I pull up to where you live, bro
Wavin’ that chopper out the window

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
OHB, DMV, where you think it all started, nigga?
You started with ’em, I started trippin’, this Virginia
100 clips and I’m pushin’ T’s
On my Timbaland shit like I made the beat
I’m for real, my nigga, boy, don’t play with me
Shout out to Missy but ain’t no misdemeanors, we catchin’ felonies
Where you think you get all your drugs from?
How you know the plug? Where you think you get your guns from?
3 shooters, 3 shots, fish bombs like AI
Neck cold but I stay hot, we do walk ups, that’s a face shot
Richard Mille, yours a fake watch
I love pullin’ triggers, I don’t take shots

[Hook: Casanova]
With that Draco, I’ma kill a nigga
I’m a gorilla, nigga
Where you at? Where you go?
Rain, sleet, hail, snow
OHB gon’ let it blow
We gon’ kill you for the low
So we ridin’ round with Biggie on us
Niggas tried to pull a Diddy on us
But I’m Hov with the Glock though
Or Spiz with the sig, yo
I pull up to where you live, bro
Wavin’ that chopper out the window

[Verse 3: Casanova]
Let me bust a rhyme for you cats
Shoot up the club, I’m like Shyne with the gat
Throw your queen over the bridge
Tell your bitch this were Nas used to live
I’m from the jungle but it’s concrete
I bring havoc when I mob deep
Fuck around and be a dead man
I’m a Blood, you could call me red man
I’m in the telly with a lot of girls
Or in your bitch belly like I’m Tommy Bunds
And if I ever land on D block
I’ma wild out like the 3 LOX

[Hook: Casanova]
With that Draco, I’ma kill a nigga
[I’m a gorilla, nigga]
Where you at? Where you go?
Rain, sleet, hail, snow
OHB gon’ let it blow
We gon’ kill you for the low
So we ridin’ round with Biggie on us
Niggas tried to pull a Diddy on us
But I’m Hov with the Glock though
Or Spiz with the sig, yo
I pull up to where you live, bro
Wavin’ that chopper out the window

Chris Brown – Fuck Who You Came With Lyrics

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
I ball out, finna ball out
Been on my shit when you call out
I been on this since the 8th grade
I got an actress and a Play mate
See you wanna ride with me baby
In the 6 splashin’ up full of models
Got your best friends I’ma keep
‘Cause they know I’ma lead and they’ll follow
Yeah, back with some bottoms up
I’m a realest nigga, no actor
When he throw the bag, I’m a factor
Hey woah

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Their partners, they warned me, they told me
Let’s take it slowly, start act up on me
Don’t care who you with
You gon’ end in my bed
So fuck who you came with
Fuck who you came with, oh

[Verse 2: Luvaboy TJ]
Better call out, we finna ball out
Woof, woof, I’ma bring all my dogs out
Luvaboy TJ, Luva the rocker
Your bitch courtside already, yeah I fucked her
Fuck who you came with, you, I share my name with
Overseas pussy, came outta it talkin’ Spanglish
Ball out on you, this is no NBA shit
Constipated face on these haters ’cause they ain’t shit
We lit by the way, don’t give a fuck what they say
OHB, came with the mob, we gon’ party until tomorrow
Girl, connected, got that Wi-Fi
Let me beat it, beat it, beat it like pinata, clap that after
We celebratin’ with Dom Perignon
One conversation then we carry on
Private jets with no carry on
Pour up, roll up the Amazon

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
I ball out, finna ball out
Been on my shit when you call out
I been on this since the 8th grade
I got an actress and a Play mate
See you wanna ride with me baby
In the 6 splashin’ up full of models
Got your best friends I’ma keep
‘Cause they know I’ma lead and they’ll follow
Yeah, back with some bottoms up
I’m a realest nigga, no actor
When he throw the bag, I’m a factor
Hey woah

[Hook: Chris Brown & Ray J]
Their partners, they warned me, they told me
Let’s take it slowly, start act up on me
Don’t care who you with
You gon’ end in my bed
So fuck who you came with
Fuck who you came with, oh

[Verse 3: Ray J]
I ball out, I call out
Fuckin’ bitches since the 8th grade
I pull up in that new gang
Bad bitches in the Mulsanne
I know you already been, babe
Young niggas came, now who bang?
And I don’t give a fuck who came
Let’s pourin’ up the sign gang
Oh, you know I fuck actresses and Playmates
Niggas fuckin’ bad bitches from the 1st grade
All the boss bitches that’s friendly
And all my pretty bitches with they Bentley
Yeah, I might throw some money up
I’m a realest nigga, no actor
And boss bitches know what we talkin’ ’bout
Where a nigga’s worth it, come after

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
I ball out, finna ball out
Been on my shit when you call out
I been on this since the 8th grade
I got an actress and a Play mate
See you wanna ride with me baby
In the 6 splashin’ up full of models
Got your best friends I’ma keep
‘Cause they know I’ma lead and they’ll follow
Yeah, back with some bottoms up
I’m a realest nigga, no actor
When he throw the bag, I’m a factor
Hey woah

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Their partners, they warned me, they told me
Let’s take it slowly, start act up on me
Don’t care who you with
You gon’ end in my bed
So fuck who you came with
Fuck who you came with, oh

Chris Brown – Dont Fuck With Us

Look, I ain’t really with the talkin’, bitch I’m really ’bout that action
I’m runnin’ up a ticket and fuckin’ bitches in traffic
Got a hundred million dollars, I could give a fuck about a hater
Oh, they be with the snitchin’ and bitchin’, they like investigatin’
Ain’t tryna run down with that 4, let your homie know
All my niggas strapped like GI Joe, man you niggas toast
All you niggas pussy, lyin’, claimin’ you a real nigga
When we pull up and press your line, then we see who the real bitch is

And I’m just tryna pay no mind, won’t waste my time
Won’t give it all to a fuck nigga
Don’t wanna show ’em the thriller, nigga don’t make me a killer
You all pitchin’, we all hitters, don’t fuck with us

I got too many felonies, my PO keep tellin’ me
To piss in a cup, don’t give a fuck, I’m ’bout to smoke my weed
Plottin’ in the club, man I wish a nigga plot on me
Thinkin’ you gon’ ball, I’mma slide, you gon’ rest in peace
I got a couple fans in my hand right now
Me and all my homies, know these bitches only fuck with Gs
Now I can see why you hatin’ me
All these bitches in the back of VIP, made that pussy leak
I can’t give that hoe a place to sleep, but that pussy free
Fuckin’ with my woods, throwin’ Ps, in London, gettin’ P
I’m just throwin’ on that Project Pat, [?]
Shoutout my nigga Juicy J, know I keep that drink on me
All the baddest bitches know

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Won’t waste my time
Won’t give it all to a fuck nigga
Don’t wanna show ’em the thriller, nigga don’t make me a killer
You all pitchin’, we all hitters, don’t fuck with us

A nigga a savage
Any car that you thought ’bout buyin’, I had it
My bitches the baddest
Any hoe that you thought about fuckin’, I smashed it
You spendin’ paper and plastic
Always tryna come up on a plug
Run a check up like I run her up
Bitches love fuckin’ with a thug
OHB, only hot bitches
Out here ballin’, too much confidence
100 B, ain’t no stoppin’ this
Out here brackin’, you need binoculars
See my team, diamonds immaculate
Sing sing, send ’em packages
Bang bang, in the line of fire
Then them niggas come after ya

And I’m just tryna pay no mind, won’t waste my time
Won’t give it all to a fuck nigga
Don’t wanna show ’em the thriller, nigga don’t make me a killer
You all pitchin’, we all hitters, don’t fuck with us

Chris Brown – Kriss Kross

VVS protect all in my wrist watch
Got it jump, jumpin’ like I’m Kriss Kross
She gon’ bring her girls, 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 girls, 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
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’, keep me up like soldiers
She say she wanted a OG, like hold up baby, there’s more of us, you know I’m a nasty nigga

VVS protect all in my wrist watch
Got it jump, jumpin’ like I’m Kriss Kross
She gon’ bring her girls, 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 girls, let ’em Kriss Kross
All that goyard, let ’em Kriss Kross

Reachin’ for my .40 yeah, I’mma catch a charge
Don’t make my chopper bark, I’m a fuckin’ dog
We could take it to the yard or firearms
All my niggas, we go dumb, bomb it like Sudan
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
Got that goyard on my bezzels
Goyard on my wrizzle
Your bitch, she can’t resist
Assist me for some interest

VVS protect all in my wrist watch
Got it jump, jumpin’ like I’m Kriss Kross
She gon’ bring her girls, 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 girls, let ’em Kriss Kross
All that goyard, let ’em Kriss Kross

Get killed if they crossin’ me
They sprayin’ so much, swear that they losin’ me
We drippin’ in saucey
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 a big homie
Gettin’ packed, I was on another
I’m chuckin’ in Phantom
I’m doin’ 100, the same for the ransom
Hear they good with them cameras
We be takin’ that shit, everyone put your hands up
OHB, that’s the mob, nigga
Black out, do the job, nigga
Out of town with a passport
On Sunset, you get robbed nigga, I mean that

VVS protect all in my wrist watch
Got it jump, jumpin’ like I’m Kriss Kross
She gon’ bring her girls, 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 girls, let ’em Kriss Kross
All that goyard, let ’em Kriss Kross

Chris Brown – Dolce

They say, “Fuck you, where your friends at?”
We say, “Fuck it, where the bands at?”
We say, “Bitch you by the car? No”
I tell the bitch I love the bottle
Bitch you be busy, why you callin’?
See that bitch is poppin’ bars now

Pourin’ Dolce, Dolce yeah
Why you playin’ round? Need to bring that body here
I’m divin’ in, I eat it all day
I don’t give a fuck what your hoe say
Pourin’ Dolce, Dolce yeah
Why you playin’ round? Need to bring that body here
I’m divin’ in, I eat it all day
I don’t give a fuck what your hoe say

Baby, you the finest, booty bouncin’
That’s why I put you in designer, I’m movin’ mountains
Haters get the fuck from round, we don’t fuck around
You know when you hear that chopper sound, somebody got laid down
Hasta luego
Play with the bricks like they Legos
Too drunk, I’mma fuck up my kidneys
Come check out my brain like Play-Dough
All my killers, they do what I say so
All my bitches stay down, you don’t mess with
Got a bitch who just do what I need
Hold a burner and roll up my weed and mind my babies
It’s hard to tell if she really loves me
Or is it the Dolce
I’m too fucked up at the moment
To even recognize your face, we was too fucked up

Pourin’ Dolce, Dolce yeah
Why you playin’ round? Need to bring that body here
I’m divin’ in, I eat it all day
I don’t give a fuck what your hoe say
Pourin’ Dolce, Dolce yeah
Why you playin’ round? Need to bring that body here
I’m divin’ in, I eat it all day
I don’t give a fuck what your hoe say

She blowin’ my phone up
She want that dick first thing in the morning
Skrrt off in the foreign
Just give me some head, that pussy is borin’
Sellin’ pussy like it’s real estate
Puttin’ jugs on the interstate
Old clip out the H-Town
On the southside with my nigga Trey
You niggas is foolish, you soundin’ so stupid
Just left from my jeweller
Like what is you doin’?
Just got back from tour, I’m livin’ like Lucious
I be drunk off the D’ucé
Two hoes, call it two play
Man down at the trap house
Tell ’em take mine, we done that play
OHB, that’s the set nigga
Father sellin’ them bricks now
Got a redbone on the westdie
That bang head like TIP nigga
I’m good wherever I go
I’m stacked up and they know
With the top down on my king shit
I got the keys nigga, like Hov

Pourin’ Dolce, Dolce yeah
Why you playin’ round? Need to bring that body here
I’m divin’ in, I eat it all day
I don’t give a fuck what your hoe say
Pourin’ Dolce, Dolce yeah
Why you playin’ round? Need to bring that body here
I’m divin’ in, I eat it all day
I don’t give a fuck what your hoe say

Chris Brown – Dash

Lock it
Rise and pop it
We shoot ’em shot
The flow, them classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come South
She have to grip it and bash it
Lock it
Rise and pop it
We shoot ’em shot
The flow, them classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come South
She have to grip it and bash it

Look, light a spliff up
You know a nigga ain’t smokin’ it for the pictures
Section Boyz and Breezy in VIP
We gettin’ money and we ’bout to snatch your bitches
Go figure, OHB, ain’t no broke niggas
I see her poppin’ them pills, I let her roll with us
She say she wanted to chill, I let her smoke with us
I put my dick in and feel like a fuckin’ bow hit her
Damn girl, I know your nigga mad
Cause now I gotta buy a bigger bag
Diamond rings and poppin’ tags
And you still gon’ cheat with your bitch ass, haha
They callin’ me crazy
You know a nigga really got some screws loose
Yeah, but come try to lay
I got 100 killers on the other end of this Bluetooth

Lock it
Rise and pop it
We shoot ’em shot
The flow, them classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come South
She have to grip it and bash it

Man mash then dash it
Get cash, I stack and splash it
Get brick on thick, I’ll smash it
Bad B, she dash, not flash it
No E, she call me papi
Early morning, I get trappy
Dirty, that girl here trashy
Can’t smoke with man she’s ashy
War time, move black, no khaki
Them boy just foolin’ fasty
2 sharp, no them can’t style me
Step in the club in my trackies
Man put that girl in a taxi
She get down low on my lappy
Foreign jawns when I grab weed
Tell her run, make it snappy

Reebok, classic
Tracksuit with a package
Sip low plus I’m at it
Bang bang, make you back flip
Jar jar full of herbs
Bad bitches and curves
Swag surfin’, got the whip skrrtin’
Section Boyz, that’s the word
Never see me with a dead ting
No, big spliff make your head spin
London boy in a London ting
Man a act bad but they run from him
Tracksuit, hat and a T, phone bling
Run through pack onto a next ting
Grip it, dash it
Run up, clap it
Gang gang gang on the water log ting

Lock it
Rise and pop it
We shoot ’em shot
The flow, them classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come South
She have to grip it and bash it

My ting, the maddest
Ring ring, you have it?
Stink brick in the attic
Watch bro whip it in Hannas
All my bitches got manners
Linky link, love the mandem
Switch the sim at random
Bling bling, man’s flashin’
Where you comin’ from? Hattons
Your ting keeps attin’
Kinda embarrasin’
That’s a pussy like a javelin
Do it in the house I’m trappin’ in
Like oh oh, when I’m mashin’ it
She from 4, 4, but she travellin’
And when I’m in the squad, what’s happenin’?

Light it, ross it
If it’s acro, pass it
Them man all soft, them targets
I’ll take a man’s pack, go home and laught it
Off like a bastard, man’s charged up
If you tryna see a nigga, man’s chargin’
Fuck a family tree
We got a family trees in man’s garden
I got grams of trees, but who’s askin’?
Not a car but keys get me started
I put my palm on trees like I’m Tarzan
Man’s calm but try and harm my Gs and you’ll starfish
Body work, body work, body work
Break a leg, roof smellin’ like armpits
Little tooly tool, I’m still bossy
They talk the talk but man walk it

Lock it
Rise and pop it
We shoot ’em shot
The flow, them classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come South
She have to grip it and bash it
Lock it
Rise and pop it
We shoot ’em shot
The flow, them classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come South
She have to grip it and bash it

Chris Brown – Marathon Man

Word around town, it’s a drug war
Step into my crib, it’s a drug store
I don’t need nothin’, I just want more
Real dope boy, I took the coke on tour
Take a walk with me, this a plug talk
Funny how this work got me takin’ off
Hittin’ it for bricks and I make it off
HoodyBaby, I’m the boss cause I paid the cost
Young niggas sellin’ coke, I got WiFi
Side bitches suckin’ dick from the sideline
Fuck boys, they ain’t stickin’ to the guidelines
The world is yours nigga, I want mine

Classic, did my thing with the coke nigga
Marathon man, I be runnin’ with the dope dealers
Sippin’ Ace of Spades, gettin’ drunk with the gold diggers
100 thousand dollar cross, feelin’ like the Pope nigga

Marathon man, nigga cheatin’ like I’m Lance
Last week I was in France, 150 up in Cannes
Say I can’t nigga, I can, boy don’t make me pull them choppers out
Check my chopper style, send that ass back to your mama house
Bitch, you think I’m playin’, I spend 50 thousand on the dance
Ain’t no evidence cause the judge ain’t find no skeleton
I be runnin’ laps in my trap
Ain’t gotta be strapped ‘fore a nigga take your tap, OHB, bitch

Classic, did my thing with the coke nigga
Marathon man, I be runnin’ with the dope dealers
Sippin’ Ace of Spades, gettin’ drunk with the gold diggers
100 thousand dollar cross, feelin’ like the Pope nigga

Luvaboy, I tell her what she wanna hear
OHB, that lil hoe, make it disappear
I just wanna hit that pussy from the rear
Have a orgy with your friends just to keep it fair
Spittin’ flame, young out, I be tamed, I’m the fuckin’ man
Half a pound, break it all down, ever since I can
Add the boost, molly and the Xans, we in candy land
Stanckin’ gingerbread man, catch me if you can

Classic, did my thing with the coke nigga
Marathon man, I be runnin’ with the dope dealers
Sippin’ Ace of Spades, gettin’ drunk with the gold diggers
100 thousand dollar cross, feelin’ like the Pope nigga
Yeah, I’m feelin’ like the Pope nigga
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man

Chris Brown – I Can Tell

[Intro]
Listen to this track bitch
(Drumma Boy)

[Hook: Chris Brown]
She like them thug niggas, I can tell
We throw that money up, I got your ass up in the air
You wanna fuck with us, I can tell
Don’t play with me, it’s game on, baby
You know, now you done fucked up cause a real nigga need love
I want all love of that ass and you poppin’ like it ain’t nothin’
Your attitude, your attitude, it turns me on
And I can tell, I can tell, I can tell baby
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
OHB, bitch this Breezy
I’m a cold nigga
I catch your bitch in the wind
Her and her friend blowin’ kisses
I’m pullin’ up right in that Bentley truck
I got condoms for my condominium
Hella trip before them bitches hittin’ them whippets
She got that brain with the helium
White as cocaine when I’m whippin’ it
Hundred M’s, yeah they feelin’ him
Even your nigga momma give me compliments
Like “Why don’t you have more like him?”
Cocky, I don’t give a fuck if you like it
No he ain’t me, got this bitch right beside me
Say it with your chest nigga, say it with your chest nigga
Get some base in your body
I’m MIA with some hotties, they know my name in the projects
I get that package from José, yo no sé, mañana
One call, keep your mouth closed
But you can spread your legs, girl, yeah, I thought so

[Hook: Chris Brown]
She like them thug niggas, I can tell
We throw that money up, I got your ass up in the air
You wanna fuck with us, I can tell
Don’t play with me, it’s game on, baby
You know, now you done fucked up cause a real nigga need love
I want all love of that ass and you poppin’ like it ain’t nothin’
Your attitude, your attitude, it turns me on
And I can tell, I can tell, I can tell baby

[Verse 2: HoodyBaby]
Don’t be buyin’ all this bullshit these niggas tryna sell
I’m spendin’ all this money, bitch, I made this shit myself
Soon as you lose your girl, I take you to a different world
Girl you know you bad and I can do bad by myself
HoodyBaby whippin’ white girl, drop it on the scale
I know you love them hood niggas, baby I can tell
Phantom, I’m just tryna bump me, tell ’em stay up off my shelf
I been lookin’ for your love, I can’t lie, I need help, I need help

[Hook: Chris Brown]
She like them thug niggas, I can tell
We throw that money up, I got your ass up in the air
You wanna fuck with us, I can tell
Don’t play with me, it’s game on, baby
You know, now you done fucked up cause a real nigga need love
I want all love of that ass and you poppin’ like it ain’t nothin’
Your attitude, your attitude, it turns me on
And I can tell, I can tell, I can tell baby

[Verse 3: Young Lo]
Say she want it, I can tell she need it
I can tell she want a thug nigga that’s gon’ eat it
Put that pussy in submission, pay that full, pay attention
In south Atlanta, got them bands on me
Let’s throw it back, drop a Brand’ on ’em
Yeah blow that money like a fan on ’em
Heard these bougie bitches wanna fuck a thug
All these broke niggas need to get a plug
Slide her panties to the side
Hold that ass, I’mma lift it up
Girl, I can tell that you freaky
But you know this pimpin’ ain’t easy
And I ain’t said nothin’ ’bout cuffin’
But you better fuck me like you need me

[Hook: Chris Brown]
She like them thug niggas, I can tell
We throw that money up, I got your ass up in the air
You wanna fuck with us, I can tell
Don’t play with me, it’s game on, baby
You know, now you done fucked up cause a real nigga need love
I want all love of that ass and you poppin’ like it ain’t nothin’
Your attitude, your attitude, it turns me on
And I can tell, I can tell, I can tell baby

[Verse 4: Chris Brown]
Molly water
Is makin’ me fall in love
Baby, I’m ready to do this, this ain’t my first rodeo
I know what I’m doin’, got you screamin’ all them high notes
You want to bang, bang
For you girl, I spend a bank, bank
I don’t care to know your name, name
Oh yeah, one more thing, just one more drink, fuck it, she know she like

[Hook: Chris Brown]
She like them thug niggas, I can tell
We throw that money up, I got your ass up in the air
You wanna fuck with us, I can tell
Don’t play with me, it’s game on, baby
You know, now you done fucked up cause a real nigga need love
I want all love of that ass and you poppin’ like it ain’t nothin’
Your attitude, your attitude, it turns me on
And I can tell, I can tell, I can tell baby

Chris Brown – New Gang

[Hook: Ray J & Chris Brown]
Oh you see the new gang comin’, new gang comin’
Got that new gang comin’ in
You see the new gang comin’
Bitch it’s OHB, yeah we comin’
Propane got us all blunted
The cocaine got her nose runny
The strap got 100 rounds in it
If it ain’t about money nigga, you ain’t sayin’ nothin’

[Verse 1: Ray J]
Pull up to the club ’bout 100
It’s a lotta Pirus and a couple bounty hunters
I’m whippin’ in that Wraith with my gunners
105 west with some shooters right in front of us
Got that meth lab up and runnin’
Rest in peace to the big homie [?]
Rest in peace to young [?] lil homie
From Centerville to Fruit Town, we gettin’ money
[Verse 2: Luvaboy TJ]
You don’t bang bang, you ain’t gang gang
You ain’t never slang, choppin’ ‘caine
With a bad bitch from Spain
Talkin’ slang off the Promethazine
OHB bitch, new whip
Stashed with rubber grips
Stackin’ chips
Some of my homies Bloods and some bangin’ Srips
22 rims with my brims and some lady friends
Stackin’ ends, niggas in my way, that’s one to the chin
Pockets on swole, I got a bunch of bands on me
All these model bitches, they can’t keep they hands off me

[Hook: Ray J & Chris Brown]
Oh you see the new gang comin’, new gang comin’
Got that new gang comin’ in
You see the new gang comin’
Bitch it’s OHB, yeah we comin’

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Pull up, pull up if you ’bout it nigga
Where I’m from, we body niggas
Kamakazis on Kawasakis
On 12 o’clock, you ain’t ridin’ with us
I got killers that do what I say when I need
Bullets spray fire out that lever
I got homies pullin’ up in broad day
And set this bitch off like Keef
Smokin’ Khalifa
And you was the one sayin’ you was ready for war
Now you on the ship, you sound like a bitch
Can’t fuck with your boy
This that new gang
All my niggas wear new chains
And I put my bitch in a [?]
OHB in a black Lamb’ like Bruce Wayne

[Hook: Ray J & Chris Brown]
Oh you see the new gang comin’, new gang comin’
Got that new gang comin’ in
You see the new gang comin’
Bitch it’s OHB, yeah we comin’
Propane got us all blunted
The cocaine got her nose runny
The strap got 100 rounds in it
If it ain’t about money nigga, you ain’t sayin’ nothin’

[Verse 4: Ray J]
Pardon me but I don’t usually talk a lot
If you ain’t talkin’ money, nigga what you talkin’ ’bout?
The drop head take up multiple parkin’ spots
Nowadays gotta keep most shooters in Harvey got
All about my presidents, hustle, never hesitant
Fuck who you invested in cause me, my niggas next to win
Money be my closest kin, I consider it my fam
Keep the drummer like a bam and bein’ broke, I never can
Money’s all I understand, I speak that shit fluently
Every way, you never there, we call that shit truancy
You speakin’ that foolery, this money’s nothin’ new to me
Ain’t worried ’bout who’s hot, I was cool before it was cool to be
Fucking with a triant god, welcome to the tribe mob
Plus we out here ballin’, bang it down like a LeBron lob
Championship rings for me and my fellow squad
Truth 100 like the numbers never lie, yeah

[Hook: Ray J & Chris Brown]
Oh you see the new gang comin’, new gang comin’
Got that new gang comin’ in
You see the new gang comin’
Bitch it’s OHB, yeah we comin’
Propane got us all blunted
The cocaine got her nose runny
The strap got 100 rounds in it
If it ain’t about money nigga, you ain’t sayin’ nothin’

Chris Brown – In Love With the Bitches

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Your envy is tall, my niggas livin’ right
You mad cause we can pop bottles every fuckin’ night
Poppin’ them pills when we chill, for real
Smokin’ straight gas, I’mma see you in another life
Bitch I’m blunted, just look in my eyes, I won’t fuckin’ lie
Catch a vibe, codeine got me leanin’, I’m about to slide
OHB, yeah we ride or die, better pick a side
And when I get that pussy, you gon’ blame it on the liquor, right?
When you gon’ let a real nigga live?
Cause ain’t nothin’ for me to call up a side bitch
Girl, let a lightskin nigga get up in them ribs
And you can bring your girls, promise I won’t fuck them bitches
Damn, you been frontin’ on that all night
I gotta leave, come with me on this red eye
She want relationship and I was willin’ to pay that tuition
Fuckin’ up her decision but I’m in love with the bitches

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Baby, I’m tryin’ but I can’t, I’m tryin’
Cause I’m in love with these bitches
Too drunk, had a threesome
They done caught me on cam and got pictures
And we was drinkin’ everythin’
What would a young nigga do if it was you?
Damn they done told everythin’
It’s real fucked up but I’m in love with the bitches
Cause I’m in love with these bitches
Cause I’m in love with these bitches
[Verse 2: Young Lo]
I swear I love all these bitches, especially the freak hoes
Line ’em up and knock ’em down like freethrows
Swear I’m young Will, hit ’em with the steal, leave that pussy killed
Lick that kitty, I should leave a hoe bill
Yeah I’m ballin’ on point, like it’s a million mattress
Wake up every mornin’, different bitches in the mansion
Models gettin’ high, throwin’ whips up in the attic
My nigga burnt out, got these hoes [?]
And we gon’ throw a party, take the molly, [?] for the bottles
Eat that pussy, eat that pussy, call me sloppy papi
Swervin’ in the newest foreign, ridin’ with the carbon
Poppin’ your bitch, nigga, I don’t even need to call ’em

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Baby, I’m tryin’ but I can’t, I’m tryin’
Cause I’m in love with these bitches
Too drunk, had a threesome
They done caught me on cam and got pictures
And we was drinkin’ everythin’
What would a young nigga do if it was you?
Damn they done told everythin’
It’s real fucked up but I’m in love with the bitches
Cause I’m in love with these bitches
Cause I’m in love with these bitches

[Verse 3: Young Blacc]
Let let, let a real nigga hit it
Make Magnum make sales, only real niggas fitted
Got her walkin’ limp cause I gave her the business
Come in to the crib and bust it down with her sister
Slide to the club, 50 deep on that late night
Back to the crib, might eat her cause it’s date night
Throwin’ bitches texts and tryna give a nigga threesomes
Henny dick goin’ so I might as well beast ’em
My niggas be winnin’, my side bitches be trippin’
I put that dick in her stomach and then I take ’em to dinner
I’m just playin’ to save her, take my strap on the road
I mean what I say cause I love these hoes

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Baby, I’m tryin’ but I can’t, I’m tryin’
Cause I’m in love with these bitches
Too drunk, had a threesome
They done caught me on cam and got pictures
And we was drinkin’ everythin’
What would a young nigga do if it was you?
Damn they done told everythin’
It’s real fucked up but I’m in love with the bitches
Cause I’m in love with these bitches
Cause I’m in love with these bitches

Chris Brown – Section One Hundred Billion

[Verse 1: HoodyBaby]
I don’t know how to do this shit
I wake up and just do this shit
HoodyBaby, I’m too legit
I’m the Boss, I made Hugo quit
I pull up in a 2 door whip
Make you go sick
Flip a brick, kick a brick
That judo shit
My niggas is serious
You niggas delirious
No stoppin’ us, period
I live at the dealership
Angry, a nigga rich
We want the bigger fish
Choppin’ ’til I chop with the mafia
Ask in my section, we popular
Popavich, we poppin’ shots

[Verse 2: Inch]
Pull up with the OHB, I mean war
I mean war, big russ war
Big russ wanna lick down your car
See me with the gang, better know that squad
[Verse 3: Young Lo]
If these niggas talkin’ reckless, see ’em on my necklace
100 round drum, niggas gon’ respect us
Mob ties, yeah I’m heavy with these accents
Hit the UK, I’m mobbin’ with the Section
Out here ballin’ since a adolescent
I was 15 when I start finessin’
Told a teacher fuck her math lesson
I was juggin’ through the whole class session

[Verse 4: Swift]
Trap money, I’m a trapper
My young boy was a Rihanna
Flash a blockia like a camera
Slap slap, that’s the hammer
Count grand to my nana’s
Sucky sucky, from [?]

[Verse 5: Section Boyz]
I ain’t endin’ a passer
Pass up if I catch a brack, you go back up
Get me down, I get back up
Yo mi casa es su casa

[Verse 6: Sleeks]
6 man in the van, that’s gang in the pan
That’s maceroni and pasta
Bring a nigga from a [?]
Girl climb on, know you want a ladder

[Verse 7: Littlez]
And keep climbin’
Cause she a bad bitch with her manner
I know a mad man with a dagger
That says, “Fuck feds and they camera”
Trappin’, pick up a brick
Rip it in bits, gone
I’m really livin’ this shit
Pick up a stick
You could see smoke like a bong

[Verse 8: Section Boyz]
Peng peng, wanna get groovy
Man I turn your girl to a groupie
Go ratchet tings too bougie
With a big booty and boobies
See the big tour man move bookies
Old school, mad bros, no new Gs
Roll with a clip like the movies
Man I kick man down like Bruce Lee

[Verse 9]
I got all these bitches, they [?]
They ain’t want me then but they want me now
Got that killer swag, watch ’em mime my style
I done stacked up a milli from petty crime
Got some new shoes off some new shit
This flow is like water need crew ships
My life is a movie, take your flick
It’s a foreign bitch cause

[Verse 10: Famous Fresh]
They know I’m flexin’
OHB and Section
.40 for protection
Hood stay connected
Blue bitches, we the 100 gang
Couple JLos, I’m a money train
Nigga been fresh, feds watchin;
Diamonds dancin’ like a Jabbawockee
Your bitch ride me like a Kawasaki
It’s Fresh, Hoody, it’s [?]