MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
chris brown and tyga - banjo
[Hook: Chris Brown]
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo
And all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Pull up, nigga creeping
Colder than a motherfucker
Guess it's ho season (bitch)
Shorty got that ass, baby girl it's nice to meet you
With these lights off, give a fuck about your features
I'm tryna fuck
If it's one on one gimme that eye soap
But if it's two of ya'll I'ma let the dice roll
It's the weekend, I could tell you been freaking
Cause you popping Miley Cyrus and you twerking with your eyes closed
Go figure, skinny nigga with a suit on
Bunch of bad bitches
Yeah, they like me nigga, who don't?
Drop top, everything
We party like the roof gone
A nigga got a problem, blaka-blaka, then we move on (blap)
Tell 'em hold that
If you looking for liquor, better lick up
My liquor zing and you know that
Bitches looking for a sponsorship, cha-ching, cause I sponsor shit
Bitch I throw racks
Fucked up, got me dancing on the floor
Tryna dance in that pussy, tell me when to go
I'm tore up, feeling like I'm 'bout to throw up
One night with me this bitch about to blow up
[Hook: Chris Brown x2]
[Verse 2: Tyga]
Ain't shit but model bitches over here
I'm a nigga with money bitch
Let's make that clear
You here with a Elf ear
Hoes in stock over here
And the price going up by the year
It's a good year, baby
On my blimp shit
You too defensive and sensitive
That's on some mental shit
No sense in lingering
Can't count on you niggas man, only count Benjamins
He my closest friend
My wrist a wrist
Ice the bitch
Like it's sprained and shit
I'm the nigga, nigga
Yes he is, the flyest with three yes' [?]
I take that pussy and ransom it
When I hit the block, better have your banger
[?]
She fold it close, we ain't gon' ever hang
[?]
Bang-bang
[Hook: Chris Brown x2]
[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
She was bomb but she wanted me to pay for it
Alley-oop bitch, you know a nigga play whores
I play with pussy, girl you know that I'm a playboy
Clap, clap, clap then she make that booty make noise
She make that ass wobble like a monster
Twerk something, hurt something
Damn, I'ma need a doctor
A bitch with some real hair straight up out the projects
And she turn her phone off from all them niggas she be dodging
[?] head
She don't give a fuck about nothing but her bread
But when I dance in that pussy do the running man
While all these other niggas fucking with [?]
I'm throwing all of this money and I'm advancing these strippers
I got my hand on the pussy she got her hand on my zipper
She started going to work my shit got hard as a missile
Then she say she got a twin, I started fucking her sister
[Hook: Chris Brown]
chris brown and tyga - better
I love women and power
we used to sit and talk for hours
On the balcony, my condo play your favorite, shawty
No love lost, just the perfect soulmate, that's all
It's my fault, caught in a rupture
Should've been you I was touchin', I knew it wasn't
My ego, I was buzzin' but not like how you wanted
Too busy tryna flaunt it, like I just bought it
You know them bitches 'round you can't hold water
This s'posed to be our moment
These pills set it, I'm feelin' better
Called you to tell you I love you
But you too busy with some other shit, I'm guessin'
No texts, no proof, no voice messages
How we become enemies so effortless?
Or was I blind while you was naked?
Or high when you was level
Know time is of the essence
No lie, I live and regret it
Decisions I made, embedded in my mind
Hate to admit it, but I gotta say it one time
Should've treated you right
But every night I was livin' life in the fast lane
I should've put my focus on you
In the club every night
I just get it wrong when you do right
And I keep just fillin' your head full of lies, ah baby
This shit comes with a price
A nigga should've loved you better
A nigga should've loved you better, ah baby
A nigga should've loved you better
Ah baby, a nigga should've loved you
What happened to me, babe?
This ain't who you fell in love with
You say you need space
Don't do this
Just look at me, one more time
I know I fucked up but I'm tryin' to please you
I'ma give you all
And your heartache and pain's gonna stop
Baby right here
Don't walk away
There is no one left to call
Don't wanna be alone when you disappear
I know I hurt you more than three times (I'm sorry)
Now you need 'me' time
Fuck I'm s'posed to do in the meantime? (Then she)
Then she told me "figure it out"
Should've treated you right
But every night I was livin' life in the fast lane
I should've put my focus on you
In the club every night
I just get it wrong when you do right
And I keep just fillin' your head full of lies, ah baby
This shit comes with a price
A nigga should've loved you better
A nigga should've loved you better, ah baby
A nigga should've loved you better
Ah baby, a nigga should've loved you
chris brown and tyga - bunkin'
[Intro: Chris Brown]
100, keep this shit 100
100
[Hook: Chris Brown]
Yeah, my bitch she bunkin'
She went from nothing now she somthing
My bitch bunkin'
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin'
I taught her how to whip a key
Now my trap jumpin'
She bring that dough to me how I want it
In fifties, hundreds, all that
Money is money, my nigga
Even small stacks
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga
I throw that cash in the air
This shit feel great, my nigga
[Verse 1: Jay 305]
My bitch fine
My boo? know I'm thugging
She know I'm in the streets, she hold my guns
Ain't seen my?
Told her hold my spot down?
I got my motherfucking chains on
Been a hit?
?
Come back to L. A. ?
Where I'm from?
Back to business
Flipping switches with my niggas
Came from? from nothing to something
?
Coming out the county jail?
Got your main bitch on my side, on time
Nigga
[Hook: Chris Brown]
[Verse 2: T. I.]
Now don't it feel great
When you ride through the hood? Bill Gates
With a super bad bitch in a drop Lamborghini
Make a home girl hate
Trap nigga known to have a quarter-mill a day
Proof that selling drugs on the corner?
I make a hundred Gs
Put the rest away just in case I caught a real case
And I ain't gon' stop
Teaching you the shit that you ain't know about
Stop cuffing that bitch?
?
Even if not? brain on fire
Nigga 14 years I remain on fire
?
Still? to the same old shit
Bang on the pussy nigga that ain't no shit
Stop playing with the pussy?
You know you ain't want this
I'm right back in my bunkin'
Hey what you? how you does it
[Hook: Chris Brown]
[Verse 3: Tyga]
Make me harder, miss your daughter
She just wanna lay and party
Be my?
Fuck you all the time, I'm tired
Wake up on it it's that
Early morning?
Got money in the mattress?
Counting alla that, fuck alla them niggas
They don't know what to do with?
?
My condo to a larger state
Got double gates, if I catch a case will you?
[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Yeah my niggas thugging
? some zombies here tonight
Slow motion, your bitch choosy
Got a million dollar body with a hundred dollar brain
Your booty like a? can
And my bitch she be bunkin'
[Hook: Chris Brown]
chris brown and tyga - girl you loud
[Intro: Tyga]
Niggas won't ride for you, niggas won't die for you
Bitch I'll ride for you, niggas won't die for you
Fuckin' in the mornin', makin' love, fuckin' in the mornin'
Wakin' up, fuckin' in the mornin', niggas won't ride for you
[Hook: Chris Brown] x2
I'm 'bout to get up on that ass right now
Just love me, love me down, now
And you a smoker, I'ma roll up, you blow it down
One more, oh, oh, girl you loud
[Verse 1: Tyga]
I put that diamond in you, boo
Put on your favorite birthday suit
I hit them lights, we in the mood
I'ma slide inside and don't you move
Scorpio, sex drive for two
Who else you know would die for you?
Them niggas ain't livin' that shit
I showed you shit them niggas won't ever do
This year I do my thing
'Bout to put that def to shame
So high, eyes low
How you scream my name the only time you use in vain
But I swear this time no foreplay and games
Shoot it straight to your naval ring, put it back in, go again
Lookin' at this mess we made but I can't take the blame
[Pre-Hook: Both]
This your bed, you lay in it
I'ma lick it up, girl gon' play with it
Taste so good, I put my face in it
Now she runnin' from the dick, I told her stay with it
[Hook] x2
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Yeah you are
Steppin' on my heart
You're so cold right now
And you tried to lay me down
But I'm not scared of death, girl
If I die, my love ain't gon' change
Cause we're in deep, hold your breath, girl
Baby I'm in so deep, and you just wanna be loud all night, girl
[Pre-Hook] [Hook] x2
chris brown and tyga - it's yo shit
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Baby tell me if you're ready, ready for the real thing
You got them lining up and running [?]
but you need the real me
And if I get the chance Imma ask you
when's the last time you've been satisfied
Give me a chance and I'll show you
that I ain't even like them other guys
[?]
I do it different from them others guys
I know they be tripping
I know what you want so let's get right out of here
Let's go baby I'm counting all my blessing tonight
[Hook: Chris Brown]
You saying all the right shit, well girl I like it
I'm going to make this night romantic
I'm going to love you baby
And I know what you've been dreaming about
I'm gonna' take advantage of you
It's yo shit, It's yo shit
(Oh the way you put it on me)
It's yo shit, It's yo shit
[Verse 2: Tyga]
Sex on the dresser legs on the leather
Do it so good I might let you rub my necklace
We fucking to record just for the record
Nickname Alexis but you don't push a Lexus
[?] no ordinary shit
Southern part of Euro spending Euros at the [?]
Checks waiting when I land that's money in advanced
Benjamin talk frankly you don't understand me
My [?] upper echelon you should tag along [?]
What we doing here and speaking through your [?]
Fuck you hard, I'm a midnight star David [?]
When you see the headlights like a falling star
Yacht no barge looking like a [?]
Got a hater so blue liker Marge
[Hook: Chris Brown]
[Verse 3: Wale]
It's yo shit, it's yo shit
I don't dig her [?]
I'm dope yes I know this
The word is my third leg a boflex
Time to have sex [?]
I'm dipping in the 362 with the 57
Soon as she get in here she put ht e flip on the zipper
I'm dipping with it, I can tickle your kitty with it
[?] don't kick it with kitty litter
[?] the Dmv of course
Hit the streets guarantee the women [?]
Ever blue moon [?]
The ring and the bling look like Billie Jean Porsche
This that Mike Jack flow
I'mma bite that spike [?]
[Hook: Chris Brown]
You saying all the right shit, well girl I like it
I'm going to make this night romantic
I'm going to love you baby
And I know what you've been dreaming about
I'm gonna' take advantage of you
It's yo shit, It's yo shit
(Oh the way you put it on me)
It's yo shit, It's yo shit
chris brown and tyga - remember me
(Chorus â?? Chris Brown)
Girl you know we got that time
Got that pu**y on my mind
Later on what are we doing?
I know you're ready, show that ass
Girl you're looking so bad
Getting horny watching you do it
Girl I wanna kiss it
While you kissing your girlfriends
I wanna see a whole lot of licking
That's some memory
Bet I make that pu**y remember me
(Verse 1)
I be banging all on that beat
808, she got the bass when her booty shake
She got her friends with her
And they a sight to see
All that ass, don't let it go to waste
All this Hennessy, the liquor, 'bout to penetrate
While I'm pushing Lamborghini's on the interstate
I long-d**k her, I'ma go for hours
You minute-made like lemonade
I'm fresh as fuck in these Margielas
As I skate pass, better than veterans
Bipolar cold, give me the medicine
My chain too bright, no Thomas Edison
When I pull it out, bitch nervous
Better ride this wave â?? b**ch, surf it
Girl, you better keep them legs open
The only thing you close is these curtains
And she only got time for a ni**a if I take her out to eat
A ni**a really gotta motivate
Man, that's too much work for the pussy
I don't work for the pu**y, ni**a really don't communicate
I'd rather lick it like a dinner plate
I'd rather keep my money in a safe
B**ch, I ain't got time to play
I need it now, not a minute late
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse 2)
Drive your head to a king, ni**a
Dream's house, my dream's bigger
Got a deck of in my Cap switch up
Aces spades, turn eye, let up
Diamonds glitter in my car, thriller
She pray for me, that's god
I'm hard to break my boss prison
Her new name Ass-Zilla
She love a ni**a and that pussy tight
Come thru, f**k you all night
Some four plate, that's all right
But she rather do number 69
Hot it's prime time
On a couch, hit it from behind
Hit you with that large stroke
Now she for that good dope, yeah
That's my bae, she cooking clean
Now I got it made, handcuff like she a slave
So high, no ceiling, space
Numb two
Yeah, she numb two
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse 3)
Blowing up my line on the cellular
She wanna lock a ni**a down, on the regular
Talking crazy to me like she own the dick
But I don't trust her as far as I can throw the bitch
Momma told me to find a keeper
But I switch like designer sneakers
A girl with the finest features
Every ni**a wanna talk to her
But I got her first, finders keepers
Violins in the back, is my theme music
Her ass on my mind, I dream booty
Any ni**a tryna f**k my bitch
Then its off with his head, how kings do it
My rings ruby
Red bandana, I stay wooping
Got too many cribs, I stay moving
Three Lambos, I stay coupin
Yeah, but you don't hear me though
Virginia to the Westside
My car foreign, the girl sit on the left side
Smoking weed on the plane, that's the best high
She gotta sign the waiver â??fore I let her fly
It's helipads on the boat
Chilling in the South of France, Saint-Tropez, Nice, Monaco
But nothing compare to what's in my pants
Girl, stop playing
(Repeat Chorus)
chris brown and tyga - she goin' up
[Verse 1 - Chris Brown:]
Now usually I don't do this
But a nigga wanna trip so I'ma take a nigga's bitch
Yeah, got 200 on the dash
A couple hundreds in my pocket but my credit card rich
Every night is somethin' different
I started poppin' pills with no prescription
24 7 on a mission
I'm the man with these bitches, if you watchin', pay attention
You shoulda left her in the kitchen
Now she cookin' up my mama's favorite dishes
She used to kiss it for you, now she swallow me
Now she missin', got your nigga reminiscin'
Why you textin'? She complainin', you be stressin'
With your weak ass cuffin', said she feel like she arrested
I told her, "do better", said she's open for suggestions
I said, "Come over to the crib
and put your panties on my dresser"
And I don't really care
I know shit gon' hit the fan like a booty in the air
I'm with her, fuckin' up the sheets now
If your nigga bring his ass over here he gettin' beat down
Pause, nigga don't act like we boys
I bought a strap from a d-boy
my trap house got three floors
Better not fuck around with me, boy
That bullet wound [?], why you mad, nigga?
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Got your girl goin' up, goin' up right now
She be rockin' diamonds, fuckin' with designer
Red bottoms up right now
Got a nigga mad cause she seen your bitch chose up
Not you, made her life, brand new
She actin', brand new
Your girl goin' up, goin' up right now
[Verse 2 - Tyga:]
Pussy open, yours two doors
Legs up like Aventador
Raw nigga to the core
Money long, boy broke niggas gon' snore
And I'm fresh out the store
I just bought it cause I'm bored
All up on the news in my new girl couture
They don't sell that at Nordstroms, imported, important
Tax out the border, the cash flow enormous
Dubai and endorsements, sources and foursomes
Got a bad bitch, so she [?], I got money on my lap
Pistol on my back, steaks on my tab
Fuck you know about that? 500 hundred on the Lamb'
Goin' up, yeah, I'm pourin' up
She took too much, now she throwin' up
Came out the top and I'm blazin'
Worldwide, nigga, it's amazin'
[Hook]
Got your girl goin' up, goin' up right now
She be rockin' diamonds, fuckin' with designer
Red bottoms up right now
Got a nigga mad cause she seen your bitch chose up
Not you, made her life, brand new
She actin', brand new
Your girl goin' up, goin' up right now
[Bridge - Chris Brown:]
Screamin' loud, they gon' call the popos on us
She wouldn't shut up, but no, she in love with the coco
[?] that ass goin' loco
And I ain't gon' interrupt her dancin'
Cause she turnin' up right now
Do your thing, we gon' party all night long, baby
I'ma do what he won't do
I bet he won't sing to you
He ain't even got a ring for you
I got you, girl
I'ma make you hit them notes
When I'm in and out, baby don't let go
[Hook]
Got your girl goin' up, goin' up right now
She be rockin' diamonds, fuckin' with designer
Red bottoms up right now
Got a nigga mad cause she seen your bitch chose up
Not you, made her life, brand new
She actin', brand new
Your girl goin' up, goin' up right now
chris brown and tyga - westside
[Verse 1: Tyga]
100 thou, 3 kilos, my chain is illegal
My life a Tarantino, tomorrow you in the sequel
It's big dollars fuckin with this big screen
Shouldn't got crazy on the side lately, turn it on screen
Kick it like dojo, know you used to the finer things
Raised from good homes, imagine how that pussy leak
Hood Mona Lis', model for me in that lingerie
Diamond covered rosary, say a prayer then I eat
Downtown penthouse in the city, sleep
All six bitches still high from last week
Back at it, the routine is automatic
They love my ass statics, I love they ass clappin
It's all sex, we do it the best on the west
And see I walk around like I got a S on my chest
As I long ordered, that bitch coming tomorrow
King shit, [?], who think [?], come on
[Hook: Chris Brown]
I see you workin' that baby
You need to bring your ass to the Westside
Tonight we tryin' to freak some
Bring a friend, bring a friend, it's a threesome
So tell me girl what you drinking?
We gon' have a good time, it's a party
So bring your ass to the Westside
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Look, Virginia nigga on a California king size
Pull your panties to the left, let it G slide
Bonnie & Clyde, ride or die
That's what you need right?
Her daddy Og, she grew up on the East Side
Bumpin' and humpin' like it's nothing, feel like a assmatic
69 her favorite, that's simple mathematics
And she can tell by my eyes I love that ass-clapping
A nigga looking surprised, she got my name tatted
She a fan, fuck any nigga affiliated
Went from drug dealing to [?] graduated
But I deal with her, and let her think she made it
I'mma spend it all, shit I'm just playing baby
A 100k for the strippers, just me and my niggas
After that we party with bitches and sippin' on liquor
Inhalate them niggas, let them tats fly
That's how we do it on the Westside
[Hook: Chris Brown]
[Bridge: Chris Brown]
You ready? Just give me a sign, girl
Cause that body looks amazing, girl
And I'm ready to give you the time of your life, baby
I think you deserve a change
Girl I'm falling in love tonight, my hand up your thigh
I see you don't give a fuck tonight, girl show you right
Let's not waste our time, like it's a 9 to 5
Me and you, both together
Getting freaky on the Westside
chris brown and tyga - wrong in the right way
chris brown and tyga - bunkin'
[Intro: Chris Brown]
100, keep this shit 100
100
[Hook: Chris Brown]
Yeah, my bitch she bunkin'
She went from nothing now she somthing
My bitch bunkin'
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin'
I taught her how to whip a key
Now my trap jumpin'
She bring that dough to me how I want it
In fifties, hundreds, all that
Money is money, my nigga
Even small stacks
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga
I throw that cash in the air
This shit feel great, my nigga
[Verse 1: Jay 305]
My bitch fine
My boo? know I'm thugging
She know I'm in the streets, she hold my guns
Ain't seen my?
Told her hold my spot down?
I got my motherfucking chains on
Been a hit?
?
Come back to L. A. ?
Where I'm from?
Back to business
Flipping switches with my niggas
Came from? from nothing to something
?
Coming out the county jail?
Got your main bitch on my side, on time
Nigga
[Hook: Chris Brown]
[Verse 2: T. I.]
Now don't it feel great
When you ride through the hood? Bill Gates
With a super bad bitch in a drop Lamborghini
Make a home girl hate
Trap nigga known to have a quarter-mill a day
Proof that selling drugs on the corner?
I make a hundred Gs
Put the rest away just in case I caught a real case
And I ain't gon' stop
Teaching you the shit that you ain't know about
Stop cuffing that bitch?
?
Even if not? brain on fire
Nigga 14 years I remain on fire
?
Still? to the same old shit
Bang on the pussy nigga that ain't no shit
Stop playing with the pussy?
You know you ain't want this
I'm right back in my bunkin'
Hey what you? how you does it
[Hook: Chris Brown]
[Verse 3: Tyga]
Make me harder, miss your daughter
She just wanna lay and party
Be my?
Fuck you all the time, I'm tired
Wake up on it it's that
Early morning?
Got money in the mattress?
Counting alla that, fuck alla them niggas
They don't know what to do with?
?
My condo to a larger state
Got double gates, if I catch a case will you?
[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Yeah my niggas thugging
? some zombies here tonight
Slow motion, your bitch choosy
Got a million dollar body with a hundred dollar brain
Your booty like a? can
And my bitch she be bunkin'
[Hook: Chris Brown]
chris brown and tyga - she goin' up
[Verse 1 - Chris Brown:]
Now usually I don't do this
But a nigga wanna trip so I'ma take a nigga's bitch
Yeah, got 200 on the dash
A couple hundreds in my pocket but my credit card rich
Every night is somethin' different
I started poppin' pills with no prescription
24 7 on a mission
I'm the man with these bitches, if you watchin', pay attention
You shoulda left her in the kitchen
Now she cookin' up my mama's favorite dishes
She used to kiss it for you, now she swallow me
Now she missin', got your nigga reminiscin'
Why you textin'? She complainin', you be stressin'
With your weak ass cuffin', said she feel like she arrested
I told her, "do better", said she's open for suggestions
I said, "Come over to the crib
and put your panties on my dresser"
And I don't really care
I know shit gon' hit the fan like a booty in the air
I'm with her, fuckin' up the sheets now
If your nigga bring his ass over here he gettin' beat down
Pause, nigga don't act like we boys
I bought a strap from a d-boy
my trap house got three floors
Better not fuck around with me, boy
That bullet wound [?] , why you mad, nigga?
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Got your girl goin' up, goin' up right now
She be rockin' diamonds, fuckin' with designer
Red bottoms up right now
Got a nigga mad cause she seen your bitch chose up
Not you, made her life, brand new
She actin', brand new
Your girl goin' up, goin' up right now
[Verse 2 - Tyga:]
Pussy open, yours two doors
Legs up like Aventador
Raw nigga to the core
Money long, boy broke niggas gon' snore
And I'm fresh out the store
I just bought it cause I'm bored
All up on the news in my new girl couture
They don't sell that at Nordstroms, imported, important
Tax out the border, the cash flow enormous
Dubai and endorsements, sources and foursomes
Got a bad bitch, so she [?] , I got money on my lap
Pistol on my back, steaks on my tab
Fuck you know about that? 500 hundred on the Lamb'
Goin' up, yeah, I'm pourin' up
She took too much, now she throwin' up
Came out the top and I'm blazin'
Worldwide, nigga, it's amazin'
[Hook]
Got your girl goin' up, goin' up right now
She be rockin' diamonds, fuckin' with designer
Red bottoms up right now
Got a nigga mad cause she seen your bitch chose up
Not you, made her life, brand new
She actin', brand new
Your girl goin' up, goin' up right now
[Bridge - Chris Brown:]
Screamin' loud, they gon' call the popos on us
She wouldn't shut up, but no, she in love with the coco
[?] that ass goin' loco
And I ain't gon' interrupt her dancin'
Cause she turnin' up right now
Do your thing, we gon' party all night long, baby
I'ma do what he won't do
I bet he won't sing to you
He ain't even got a ring for you
I got you, girl
I'ma make you hit them notes
When I'm in and out, baby don't let go
[Hook]
Got your girl goin' up, goin' up right now
She be rockin' diamonds, fuckin' with designer
Red bottoms up right now
Got a nigga mad cause she seen your bitch chose up
Not you, made her life, brand new
She actin', brand new
Your girl goin' up, goin' up right now
chris brown and tyga - i bet
Shawty wanna leave with a nigga, I bet
Cause she wanna be on tv with a nigga, I bet
Bet you never thought that she
Would cheat on you, nigga, I bet
Don't be mad at me
I pull that chopper out and squeeze on you niggas
No sympathy for you niggas
Ho, shut the fuck up, miss me with the bullshit
Balling like a bitch, all my niggas hood rich
Bring some bitches to the crib, show 'em what the wood is
Your bitch look like shanayay, nah-uh, oh my goodness
It's 500, that be the block
Then you see that ghetto bird when you hear the shots
Where the plug at? Tell him meet me at the docks
Sent the little homie through, it might be the cops
Hold up, I'm getting money, boy
Your girl want me cause I got them toys
Rari's and the bentleys and the bender doors
Double decker buses and them private jets I spend it on
Painted on the maserati, look like it been shitted on
Make her lift her skirt up, if she nervous I'm a pervert
I be in the pussy deep, a nigga fuckin' up her cervex
Leave the condoms on the bed, man
I do that shit on purpose
Cause I hope a nigga see it
when he comin' home from work
I got a hundred on it
She ain't faithful to you, nigga
Word around town, you know thots get around
Nah, she testify, wouldn't trust her, homie
I gave her fuck what you know, makes no sense you, ho
Rolls gas pedals, pockets on roseo
Rosetta, my stones ain't meant for the home, bitch
So comfortable, now get your ass off my couch, bitch
Bounce shit, mouse shit, put in your mouth shit
I've been playin' with the pussy, time to put that thing in
Bang it, I'm bangin', my binger off safety
I'm slayin', she chased it, she swallowed, she wasted
Fuckin' amazin', pump out that bass like freebasin'
It's a rough demonstration, the mileage, replace it
Come again, I replay it, speed it up, I'm speed racer
Bet if you catch her lyin' she gonna reverse it cause
I bet your bitch'll be ready when I say I'm finna leave
We only fuck with the foreign, ferrari horse and the keys
You be that nigga she call on
when she need someone to love
I be that nigga, we just turn up, we just spoiled havin' fun
After the [?] I be nuttin' in her mouth like this
And you come home like, honey
I'm home, come and give me kiss
It's not a thing for me, really not a thing for me
We from different sets, why your bitch wanna bang with me?
All the time, all the time, I be on the grind
Hoes look at me, the dollar signs run across they mind
It's the paper, they know a nigga get it, get it
Shawty gone be with it, let a nigga get it, hold up in it
Ya'll bitchass niggas got me fucked up
I'm not fuckin' yall niggas. I don't give a fuck who ya'll is
And I don't give a fuck if you chris brown or tyga
And ya'll not giving me my coin. I wanna be on tv
I wanna be on love and hip hop, on hollywood and shit
Don't get it fucked up
chris brown and tyga - it's yo shit
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Baby tell me if you're ready, ready for the real thing
You got them lining up and running [?]
but you need the real me
And if I get the chance Imma ask you
when's the last time you've been satisfied
Give me a chance and I'll show you
that I ain't even like them other guys
[?]
I do it different from them others guys
I know they be tripping
I know what you want so let's get right out of here
Let's go baby I'm counting all my blessing tonight
[Hook: Chris Brown]
You saying all the right shit, well girl I like it
I'm going to make this night romantic
I'm going to love you baby
And I know what you've been dreaming about
I'm gonna' take advantage of you
It's yo shit, It's yo shit
(Oh the way you put it on me)
It's yo shit, It's yo shit
[Verse 2: Tyga]
Sex on the dresser legs on the leather
Do it so good I might let you rub my necklace
We fucking to record just for the record
Nickname Alexis but you don't push a Lexus
[?] no ordinary shit
Southern part of Euro spending Euros at the [?]
Checks waiting when I land that's money in advanced
Benjamin talk frankly you don't understand me
My [?] upper echelon you should tag along [?]
What we doing here and speaking through your [?]
Fuck you hard, I'm a midnight star David [?]
When you see the headlights like a falling star
Yacht no barge looking like a [?]
Got a hater so blue liker Marge
[Hook: Chris Brown]
[Verse 3: Wale]
It's yo shit, it's yo shit
I don't dig her [?]
I'm dope yes I know this
The word is my third leg a boflex
Time to have sex [?]
I'm dipping in the 362 with the 57
Soon as she get in here she put ht e flip on the zipper
I'm dipping with it, I can tickle your kitty with it
[?] don't kick it with kitty litter
[?] the Dmv of course
Hit the streets guarantee the women [?]
Ever blue moon [?]
The ring and the bling look like Billie Jean Porsche
This that Mike Jack flow
I'mma bite that spike [?]
[Hook: Chris Brown]
You saying all the right shit, well girl I like it
I'm going to make this night romantic
I'm going to love you baby
And I know what you've been dreaming about
I'm gonna' take advantage of you
It's yo shit, It's yo shit
(Oh the way you put it on me)
It's yo shit, It's yo shit
chris brown and tyga - lights out
[Chris Brown:]
Girl just come home with me
You in the passenger side when I'm drivin'
Girl you kissin' all on me
Lickin' my neck when my hand's on your thigh
And I'm makin' that pussy leak
Knowin' just what you want
Cause you ain't had dick in a week
And I know that you're a freak
[Pre-Hook - Chris Brown:]
Girl I know you're down for playin'
I know you're listenin' to what I'm sayin'
Your body done started up this conversation
We should really take this inside, when I'm inside
Girl, let's get it
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
We party all night, then you leave in the mornin'
Girl when you ride it, act like you're performin'
You a bad mothafucka, you the shit right now
Play your position, we switchin' positions, lights out
[Chris Brown:]
Girl I'm 'bout [?] and I'ma eat it on the floor
You'll see what you mean to me but first I need you on all fours
Now ass up, face down, when we're lovin'
Slow motion, in and out
Girl when you rain, I'ma break you off
Really need to take them panties off
Your body on my body, drippin' wet, baby
Lickin' on it got my dick way too hard
Girl I'm just in it explorin'
I got the camera recordin'
Makin' that pussy too soft and
You get it again in the mornin'
[Pre-Hook - Chris Brown:]
Girl I know you're down for playin'
I know you're listenin' to what I'm sayin'
Your body done started up this conversation
We should really take this inside, when I'm inside
Girl, let's get it
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
We party all night, then you leave in the mornin'
Girl when you ride it, act like you're performin'
You a bad mothafucka, you the shit right now
Play your position, we switchin' positions, lights out
[Tyga:]
Drop funds on some new shit right now
I ain't talkin' yesterday, I mean right now
New Audemars for you and this lifestyle
Lingerie on, got you all wified down
Where you wanna be right now?
Ride on my top, now you all on my top
What you wanna be right now?
Got you all in my palms and that ass is the bomb
Versatile, got your Versace on
Fur, on the couch, lips soft, fresh out the shower
25th hour, eat it like [?] chow
Lick it down, yeah, use your mouth
Light up a blunt and we're zoned to the mornin'
Back to the sex and performin'
This time I'ma make sure it's recordin'
(When I take you down, down)
[Fat Trel:]
Called me on the phone and she opened up the door
I be skippin' all the kissin', get to hittin' it on the floor
Take it to the kitchen, so many different positions
Fuck her real slow, she talkin', I like to listen
On the roll with it, she don't like to pay attention
All this money on my mind but the pussy what I'm missin'
Skip the penitentiary, I'm [?] whipped
Sneakin', we freakin', no sleep on the weekend
But I just wanna hit it by the lake
From the back, from the front while I'm grippin' on her face
I just wanna give her what you can't
Fly her all around the world, poppin' bottles of the Ace
I just wanna take her to the bank
Shoppin' trip, what you get? Dc, La
I should let her meet Cb, he a freak
She could give my young nigga what he needs
[Pre-Hook - Chris Brown:]
Girl I know you're down for playin'
I know you're listenin' to what I'm sayin'
Your body done started up this conversation
We should really take this inside, when I'm inside
Girl, let's get it
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
We party all night, then you leave in the mornin'
Girl when you ride it, act like you're performin'
You a bad mothafucka, you the shit right now
Play your position, we switchin' positions, lights out
chris brown and tyga - nothin' like me
She don't think that I can change
So I switched from a Benz to a Range
First class to the jet (yeah!)
Got more money than her ex
Way more money than her ex
And he ain't nothing like me, girl
I done showed you shit you never seen, girl
But he ain't nothing like me, girl
He complain about your spending
I hand you the card, tell you spend it
Master P, no limit
I let you do you, girl
He don't put no gas in your car, nah
We hit the lot and buy cars, girl
He fuck you every blue moon
I hit it till the sun come up
That's why I fuck with you girl
You ain't looking for no come up
Your nigga ain't about his money
He got zeros, I got commas
He buying drinks, I'm buying bottles
We pulling up on Forgiato's
All of my niggas got money
That nigga can't pull out a hundred
She don't think that I can change
So I switched from a Benz to a Range
First class to the jet (yeah!)
Got more money than her ex
Way more money than her ex
And he ain't nothing like me, girl
I done showed you shit you never seen, girl
But he ain't nothing like me, girl
I ain't gone start shit
And a nigga ain't worried 'bout the homies
Twerk that shit on me from the front to the back
I know you got a nigga, don't lie
Fuck your boyfriend, not tonight
I'ma make you mine, all night
Damn I'm on your ass can't hide it
Cause all my girls that sing this
Shit don't want a broke nigga (no)
All they wanna do smoke and drink
And they know what I'm thinking
She choosing (choosing) to fuck with a fly nigga
Your bitch about to change up
I'm the truth, you a lie, nigga
She don't think that I can change
So I switched from a Benz to a Range
First class to the jet (yeah!)
Got more money than her ex
Way more money than her ex
And he ain't nothing like me, girl
I done showed you shit you never seen, girl
But he ain't nothing like me, girl
More money, most money
Marlon Wayans, tell them niggas ain't shit funny
Tight money, shit too private for your plane money
You coach money, I toast crimes loaf running
Rich nigga, Alpo, Rich Porter
I'm Ceo, plus I fucked his granddaughter
I do shit you think about on the toilet
My cup over-running, flowing like Fiji water
And my new bitch sorta like an alcoholic
Bitch my new car, call that bitch "whatchamacallit"
T-Raw (yeah) got pussy calling
Ohb L-K, only balling
I came with the tooth filler
In case a nigga wanna score a round with me, nigga
True shit, trill nigga
Put down my hard hat, drill bitches, fuck with me
She don't think that I can change
So I switched from a Benz to a Range
First class to the jet (yeah!)
Got more money than her ex
Way more money than her ex
And he ain't nothing like me, girl
I done showed you shit you never seen, girl
But he ain't nothing like me, girl
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