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  • Lil Tecca – Senorita Lyrics

    Play this song

    [Intro]
    CashMoneyAP
    Yeah, yeah
    Kio, Kio
    Yeah, yeah, oh
    Buh, buh, buh, buh (Yeah)

    [Chorus]
    Lately niggas been worried ’bout Tecca, nigga
    You want me, how you gonna do better, nigga?
    Bet on myself, how the fuck I’m a better, nigga?
    They got me feeling like shit like I’m just a nigga
    Talk about me, how the fuck I’ma let a nigga?
    He took a shower, yeah, that TEC had to wet a nigga
    And shawty left him, yeah, she seen I’m the better nigga
    I evolve from human to gold, like caterpillar
    Yeah, why you be worried about me? (Yeah)
    You hit me, I leave ’em on seen (Yeah)
    He a junkie, he be off the codeine (Yeah)
    They look up to me, I’m only sixteen (Yeah)
    I got a TEC, it go, “Bap, bap, bap” (Yeah)
    They hit on my bitch and they snap and they clap (Yeah)
    I feel like Chris Brown, I’m on top when I dance (Yeah)
    She want me inside, like a crease in her pants

    [Verse 1]
    I’m never hot ’cause I got a lot of fans
    Best fans, Tecca stans
    Sold out stands, Tecca stans
    DSR, FaZe Clan
    I don’t gotta flex, ’cause I know I’m the man
    I got a bad lil’ eater
    Don’t know her, call her señorita
    McDonald’s, can’t five star feed her (Yeah)

    [Chorus]
    Lately niggas been worried ’bout Tecca, nigga
    You want me, how you gonna do better, nigga?
    Bet on myself, how the fuck I’m a better, nigga?
    They got me feeling like shit like I’m just a nigga
    Talk about me, how the fuck I’ma let a nigga?
    He took a shower, yeah, that TEC had to wet a nigga
    And shawty left him, yeah, she seen I’m the better nigga
    I evolve from human to gold, like caterpillar
    Yeah, why you be worried about me? (Yeah)
    You hit me, I leave ’em on seen (Yeah)
    He a junkie, he be off the codeine (Yeah)
    They look up to me, I’m only sixteen (Yeah)
    I got a TEC, it go, “Bap, bap, bap” (Yeah)
    They hit on my bitch and they snap and they clap (Yeah)
    I feel like Chris Brown, I’m on top when I dance (Yeah)
    She want me inside, like a crease in her pants

    [Verse 2]
    Run up the girl, had to run it up, baby
    German lil’ shawty, she ride a Mercedes
    I get the drip, I’m drippin’ on the daily
    He talkin’ on ‘Gram but, no, he can’t face me
    His bitch can Face me, bitch can taste me
    Laced the nigga, gave him rabies
    Ketamine, I got lazy
    Blue, yellow, Jordan, Lanies

    [Chorus]
    Lately niggas been worried ’bout Tecca, nigga
    You want me, how you gonna do better, nigga?
    Bet on myself, how the fuck I’m a better, nigga?
    They got me feeling like shit like I’m just a nigga
    Talk about me, how the fuck I’ma let a nigga?
    He took a shower, yeah, that TEC had to wet a nigga
    And shawty left him, yeah, she seen I’m the better nigga
    I evolve from human to gold, like caterpillar
    Yeah, why you be worried about me? (Yeah)
    You hit me, I leave ’em on seen (Yeah)
    He a junkie, he be off the codeine (Yeah)
    They look up to me, I’m only sixteen (Yeah)
    I got a TEC, it go, “Bap, bap, bap” (Yeah)
    They hit on my bitch and they snap and they clap (Yeah)
    I feel like Chris Brown, I’m on top when I dance (Yeah)
    She want me inside, like a crease in her pants

    [Outro]
    Uh
    Uh (Tecca stans)
    Uh (Tecca stans)
    Uh (Tecca stans)


  • Chris Brown – Run It! (No Rap) Lyrics

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    [Intro: Scott Storch & Chris Brown]
    Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo!
    Scott Storch
    Oh-oh, oh, oh
    Woo!
    Oh-oh
    Chris Brown
    Chris Brown

    [Verse 1: Chris Brown]
    Let me talk to you, tell you how it is
    I was thinking when I saw that body
    Gotta get shawty, tell her what the young boy gon’ do
    Damn, them chicks with you gotta be your kin
    Babe, pretty thick with the kick that’s sick
    That need to be hit, so tell me what y’all gon’ do

    [Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown & Juelz Santana]
    I got friends and you got friends (Word, oh)
    They hop out, and you hop in (Word, oh-oh)
    I look fly and they jocking (Word)
    The way you drop, drop makes me wanna pop
    I got friends and you got friends (Word, hey)
    They hop out, and you hop in (Word)
    I look fly and they jocking (Word)
    The way you drop, drop makes me wanna pop

    [Chorus: Chris Brown]
    Is ya man (Man) on the floor? (Floor)
    If he ain’t (Ain’t), lemme know (Know)
    Let me see if you can run it, run it
    Girl, indeed I can run it, run it
    Is ya man (Man) on the floor? (Floor)
    If he ain’t (Ain’t), lemme know (Lemme know)
    Let me see if you can run it, run it
    Girl, indeed I can run it, run it (Come here!)

    [Verse 2: Chris Brown]
    You’ll see, girl, I can set you off
    Don’t believe my age is gonna slow us down
    I can definitely show you things to have you saying I can’t be 16
    Once I get in you won’t let go
    (And I) I’ll have the girls wishing they were you
    (And I) I know you heard about me
    But guess what’s going down if we leave

    [Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown & Juelz Santana]
    I got friends and you got friends (Word, oh)
    They hop out, and you hop in (Word, oh)
    I look fly and they jocking (Word, huh)
    The way you drop, drop makes me wanna pop
    I got friends and you got friends (Word)
    They hop out, and you hop in (Word, hey)
    I look fly and they jocking (Word, ooh)
    The way you drop, drop makes me wanna pop (Ooh, ooh)

    [Chorus: Chris Brown]
    Is ya man (Man) on the floor? (Floor)
    If he ain’t (Ain’t), lemme know (Know)
    Let me see if you can run it, run it
    Girl, indeed I can run it, run it
    Is ya man (Man) on the floor? (Floor)
    If he ain’t (Ain’t), lemme know (Lemme know)
    Let me see if you can run it, run it
    Girl, indeed I can run it, run it

    [Bridge: Chris Brown]
    Girl, you feel right (Feel right)
    Make me feel like (Feel like)
    I wanna do a little something (Do a little something)
    Ain’t no thing ‘less you do it for sure
    Girl, the way that you’re wearing them jeans is turning me on
    I’m the hottest thing that’s in these streets
    So baby won’t you rock me?

    [Chorus: Chris Brown]
    Is ya man (Man, oh) on the floor? (Floor)
    If he ain’t (Ain’t), lemme know (Know, ooh, ooh, yeah)
    Let me see if you can run it, run it
    Girl, indeed I can run it, run it (Oh, woah-oh)
    Is ya man (Man, oh, woah-oh) on the floor? (Floor)
    If he ain’t (Ain’t), lemme know (Lemme know, mmm)
    Let me see if you can run it, run it (Run it)
    Girl, indeed I can run it, run it (Yeah)

    [Outro: Chris Brown]
    Oh-oh


  • Chris Brown – Holding Me (Devil) Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Drumma Boy
    Look, look, uh

    [Chrous]
    I keep on walking
    ‘Cause love is like a mile away
    Hear people talking
    But I don’t listen to shit they say
    I’m smoking this blunt
    I don’t give a fuck if the devil is holding me back
    I’m smoking this blunt
    I don’t give a fuck if the devil is holding me back
    I keep on walking
    ‘Cause love is like a mile away
    Hear people talking
    But I don’t listen to shit they say
    I’m smoking this blunt
    I don’t give a fuck if the devil is holding me back
    I’m smoking this blunt
    I don’t give a fuck if the devil is holding me back

    [Verse]
    Man, like last night I O.D
    Every day is like KOD
    Same shit tonight
    Champagne on me
    Man, what the hell is wrong with me?
    A nigga too fly to be in the club
    Bad bitches scheming
    But I’m never gon’ pay to fuck, right
    Just look at all these fake ass superficials
    Probation over, I’m registering two pistols
    You niggas make me sick
    Blowing like a fuckin’ whistle
    I’m tired of glorifying niggas I ain’t fuckin with
    Real dough, I’m ’bout it
    My hands right and my circle small
    Nigga, back up, I feel proud
    I’m still spending money from that first Chris Brown
    And I’m smoking, feeling clouded
    I’m elevating my flight mileage
    Frustrated, we made it
    Fuck you, nigga, I’m gon’ stay wildin’

    [Chrous]
    I keep on walking
    ‘Cause love is like a mile away
    Hear people talking
    But I don’t listen to shit they say
    I’m smoking this blunt
    I don’t give a fuck if the devil is holding me back
    I’m smoking this blunt
    I don’t give a fuck if the devil is holding me back
    I keep on walking
    ‘Cause love is like a mile away
    Hear people talking
    But I don’t listen to shit they say
    I’m smoking this blunt
    I don’t give a fuck if the devil is holding me back
    I’m smoking this blunt
    I don’t give a fuck if the devil is holding me back
    I keep on walking
    ‘Cause love is like a mile away
    Hear people talking
    But I don’t listen to shit they say
    I’m smoking this blunt
    I don’t give a fuck if the devil is holding me back
    I’m smoking this blunt
    I don’t give a fuck if the devil is holding me back
    I keep on walking
    ‘Cause love is like a mile away
    Hear people talking
    But I don’t listen to shit they say
    I’m smoking this blunt
    I don’t give a fuck if the devil is holding me back
    I’m smoking this blunt
    I don’t give a fuck if the devil is holding me back


  • Lil Dicky – Freaky Friday (feat. Chris Brown)

    [Intro:]
    Lil Dicky, ooh
    Mustard on the beat, ho

    [Chris Brown:]
    I woke up Chris Breezy, oh my god I’m the man (oh shit)
    I’m so fly and I can dance (whoa, whoa shit)
    There’s tattoos on my neck (oh, ohhh)
    I just FaceTimed Kanye (blip, blip)
    I told him I’m his biggest fan yeah (yeah)
    Got all these hoes in my DM (yeah, I do)
    Holy shit, I got a kid (oh!)
    Ohh, I can sing so well
    Wonder if I can say the n-word (wait for real?)
    Wait, can I really say the n-word?
    What up, my nigga? (woo)
    What up, my nigga? Big ups, my nigga
    We up, my nigga, you pussy ass nigga
    Man, fuck y’all niggas, ’cause I’m that nigga
    Nigga, nigga, nigga, I’m that nigga

    I woke up in Chris Brown’s body (oh yeah)
    Somehow this shit turned into Freaky Friday
    But we got no choice but to turn this bitch sideways (oh yeah, oh yeah)
    I can’t believe that its freaky Friday
    Yeah it’s Freaky Friday
    I’m in Chris Brown’s body
    I drive his Ferrari and I’m light-skinned black

    [Lil Dicky:]
    (Ring ring, what the fuck)
    I woke up and I’m Lil Dicky (Lil Dicky)
    (Ugh, what the fuck)
    This shit is real weak
    How his dick staying perched up on his balls like that?
    Walking down the street and ain’t nobody know my name (whoa)
    Ain’t no paparazzi flashing pictures, this is great (whoa)
    Ain’t nobody judging ’cause I’m black or my controversial past
    I’ma go and see a movie and relax (woo)
    Ayy, I’m a Blood but I can finally wear blue (cool)
    Why his momma calling all the time?
    Leave me the fuck alone, bitch
    Wait, if I’m in Dicky’s body, Breezy is who?
    Hope my daughter’s in school
    Fuck, if I was Chris Brown, where would I be?
    What would I do?

    [Chris Brown:]
    I woke up in Chris Brown’s body (ohh yeah)
    Somehow this shit turned into Freaky Friday
    But we got no choice but to turn this bitch sideways (oh yeah, oh yeah)
    I can’t believe that it’s Freaky Friday
    Yeah it’s Freaky Friday
    I’m in Chris Brown’s body
    I look at my soft dick with delight, it’s my dream dick

    [Lil Dicky:]
    If I was Lil Dicky in my body, where would I be?
    I’m trying to find myself like an introspective monk
    [Chris Brown:]
    I’m balling on the court, oh my god I can dunk
    Snap a flick of my junk
    [Lil Dicky:]
    My dick is trending on Twitter, fuck
    Now I’m at the club, I talked my way to getting in
    I look up in the VIP, my goodness there I am
    I signal to him to let me in but he won’t let me in
    [Chris Brown:]
    I don’t know who that is
    [Lil Dicky:]
    Wait, who the fuck he think he is?
    Took a glass bottle, shatter it on the bouncer’s head (woo)
    Walked up to that motherfucker
    [Chris Brown:]
    Wait, think it through for a sec
    If you hurting me then you only hurting yourself
    [Lil Dicky:]
    But wait, I love myself
    [Chris Brown:]
    That was the key, now we’re switching back

    I woke up in Chris Brown’s body (ohh yeah)
    Somehow this shit turned into Freaky Friday
    But we got no choice but to turn this bitch sideways (oh yeah, oh yeah)
    I can’t believe that it’s Freaky Friday

    [Ed Sheeran:]
    Wait what the fuck
    And now I’m in Ed Sheeran’s body
    It’s way less cool than being Chris Brown was

    [DJ Khaled:]
    What the fuck again?
    I’m DJ Khaled, why am I yelling

    [Kendall Jenner:]
    Huh, I’m Kendall Jenner
    I got a vagina, I’m gonna explore that right now (woo)
    Holy shit, I got a vagina (uh), I’m gonna learn
    I’m gonna understand the inner workings of a woman


  • Lil Dicky – Freaky Friday lyrics

    [Intro: Chris Brown]
    Lil Dicky, ooh
    Mustard on the beat, ho

    [Verse 1: Chris Brown]
    I woke up Chris Breezy, oh my god I’m the man (oh sh*t)
    I’m so fly and I can dance (whoa, whoa sh*t)
    There’s tattoos on my neck (oh, oh)
    I just FaceTimed Kanye (blip, blip)
    I told him I’m his biggest fan, yeah (yeah)
    Got all these hoes in my DM (yeah, I do)
    Holy sh*t, I got a kid (oh)
    Ohh, I can sing so well
    Wonder if I can say the n-word (wait for real?)
    Wait, can I really say the n-word?
    What up, my nigga? (woo) What up, my nigga?
    Big ups, my nigga, we up, my nigga
    You n*gger ass nigga, man, f*ck y’all niggas
    ‘Cause I’m that nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
    I’m that nigga

    [Chorus: Chris Brown]
    I woke up in Chris Brown’s body (oh yeah)
    Somehow this sh*t turned into Freaky Friday
    But we got no choice but to turn this bitch sideways
    (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
    I can’t believe that it’s Freaky Friday
    Yeah, it’s Freaky Friday
    I’m in Chris Brown’s body
    I drive his Ferrari and I’m light-skinned black

    [Verse 2: Lil Dicky]
    (Ring ring) What the f*ck?
    I woke up and I’m Lil Dicky (Lil Dicky?)
    Ugh, what the f*ck?
    This sh*t is real weak
    How his dick staying perched up on his balls like that?
    Walking down the street and ain’t nobody know my name (whoa)
    Ain’t no paparazzi flashing pictures, this is great (whoa)
    Ain’t nobody judging ’cause I’m black or my controversial past
    I’ma go and see a movie and relax (woo)
    Ayy, I’m a Blood but I can finally wear blue (cool)
    Why his momma calling all the time?
    Leave me the f*ck alone, bitch
    Wait, if I’m in Dicky’s body, Breezy is who?
    Hope my daughter’s in school
    Fuck, if I was Chris Brown, where would I be?
    What would I do?

    [Chorus: Chris Brown]
    I woke up in Chris Brown’s body (oh yeah)
    Somehow this sh*t turned into Freaky Friday
    But we got no choice but to turn this bitch sideways
    (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
    I can’t believe that it’s Freaky Friday
    Yeah, it’s Freaky Friday
    I’m in Chris Brown’s body
    I look at my soft dick with delight, it’s my dream dick

    [Verse 3: Lil Dicky & Chris Brown]
    If I was Lil Dicky in my body, where would I be?
    I’m tryna to find myself like an introspective monk
    I’m balling on the court, oh my god I can dunk
    Snap a flick of my junk
    My dick is trending on Twitter? Fuck
    Now I’m at the club, I talked my way into getting in
    I look up in the VIP, my goodness there I am
    I signal to him to let me in but he won’t let me in
    I don’t know who that is
    Wait, who the f*ck he think he is?
    Took a glass bottle, shatter it on the bouncer’s head (woo)
    Walked up to that motherf*cker
    Wait, think it through for a sec
    If you hurting me then you only hurting yourself
    But wait, I love myself
    That was the key, now we’re switching back

    [Chorus: Chris Brown]
    I woke up in Chris Brown’s body (oh yeah)
    Somehow this sh*t turned into Freaky Friday
    But we got no choice but to turn this bitch sideways
    (I can’t believe)
    I can’t believe that it’s Freaky Friday

    [Outro]
    Lil Dicky: Wait, what the f*ck?
    Ed Sheeran: And now I’m in Ed Sheeran’s body
    It’s way less cool than being Chris Brown was
    Lil Dicky: What the f*ck again?
    DJ Khaled: I’m DJ Khaled
    Why am I yelling?
    Kendall Jenner: Huh, I’m Kendall Jenner
    I got a vagina, I’m gonna explore that right now (woo, woo)
    Holy sh*t, I got a vagina (uh), I’m gonna learn
    I’m gonna understand the inner workings of a woman


  • Blac Youngsta – Booty (Remix) (feat. Chris Brown, Jeezy & Trey Songz)

    Beatmaster
    Yung Lan on the track
    [Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
    Chicken in the spot, jerk (jerk), what’s it in the pot? Work (work, woo)
    Push button start, hit one button, turn the whole top to a vert (damn)
    Let the AK squirt (boom), Lamborghini truck, purp (oh)
    Nigga play with me, merked (yeah), then where you goin’? Church (let’s go)
    Street certified and your nigga know that (know that)
    Tell them bitches go and free Kodak (yeah)
    While they at it tell them go and free Meechie (free him)
    Had to cut them niggas off, they was leechin’ (fuck ’em)
    Tourin’ with some bitches (bitches), FYI your bitch free (yeah)
    I’m hard on a bitch, it ain’t easy (yeah)
    Sold soft for the rent, it wasn’t easy (hard)
    Tell judge gon’ free Meek Mill (Meek Mill)
    21 summers, ain’t sleep still (nah)
    Forehead ache like an Advil (white), 1998 got cash still (damn)
    Flip that work with a gas grill (ayy)
    Fuck around, had to pay gas bill
    White 2 door cost your boy half mill (oh)
    What you think ya bitch do on a half pill?

    [Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
    (Toot toot) twerk
    Girl, I wanna see you twerk
    I’ll throw a lil’ money if you twerk
    I don’t really think you can twerk
    (Toot toot) twerk
    If you broke, go to work
    Make that big booty twerk
    Make that big booty twerk
    (Toot toot)
    Can I touch that booty?
    That booty, that big ol’ booty?
    Shake that booty, can I lay on the booty?
    Mike Tyson on the booty
    Copyright that booty (toot toot)

    [Verse 2: Chris Brown]
    Smash, spank that, ass, gas, smoke that (oh)
    Little bitty bitch, throat that, yeah (ooh, ooh)
    Pop it, drop it, you know I got the money, bitch, stop it
    You a carbon, copy, call me, papi
    Can’t pay the bills, she stupid, if she let me hit, I’ll do it
    Big booty, black and beautiful, suwoop, chain got rubies
    Batman, Bruce Wayne got groupies, catwoman, that pussy got boobies
    Jump all in it, shoot, fuck it up, back it up, toot toot (twerk)
    Big ol’ booty, bih, come over, got her titties in the Gucci
    She fit the booty in them fashionova
    Yeah, you ain’t no groupie, I’m Lyon like Lucious
    That ass on stupid, and I’m tryna smash, man included
    I wanna put you on a better team
    Her booty shakin’ on my dick is something that I’ve never seen
    I fuck her at the head of the bed instead lettin’ her get ahead of me
    I’ma leave the dick in, bitch, you never gettin’ rid of me
    Got my money on that ass, okay, what you sellin’ me?
    I said I gotta spend a bag, okay what you tellin’ me?
    I ain’t playin’ with yo ass, I already got too many felonies
    If my bullet stick out, you gon’ really get the rest of me

    [Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
    (Toot toot) twerk
    Girl, I wanna see you twerk
    I’ll throw a lil’ money if you twerk
    I don’t really think you can twerk
    (Toot toot) twerk
    If you broke, go to work
    Make that big booty twerk
    Make that big booty twerk
    (Toot toot)
    Can I touch that booty?
    That booty, that big old booty?
    Shake that booty, can I lay on the booty?
    Mike Tyson on the booty
    Copyright that booty (toot toot)

    [Verse 3: Trey Songz]
    Yeah, smack it up, flip it, rub it down, BBD
    Yeah, I know you heard the news about that BBC
    Yeah, greatest in that box, RIP Ali
    Mmm, she say she love my kids, taste my legacy
    Ooh, she go stupid, I’m no Cupid, I don’t cuff her, I can’t lose it
    What she say I’m sleepin’ on her, I just said she just caught me snoozin’
    Got a Uzi, she so woozy, that big booty such a doozy
    I’m too G, word to Gucci, light a J, that’s word to Juicy, uh
    Spread it open like a flower when the sun hit, yeah, uh
    Girl, you like a Starburst, sunkissed, yeah
    I got you bustin’ like a hunnid drum clip, yeah, uh
    I throw a lil’ money, you make me cum quick

    [Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
    (Toot toot) twerk
    Girl, I wanna see you twerk (lil’ bih)
    I’ll throw a lil’ money if you twerk
    I don’t really think you can twerk
    (Toot toot) twerk
    If you broke, go to work
    Make that big booty twerk
    Make that big booty twerk
    (Toot toot)
    Can I touch that booty?
    That booty, that big old booty?
    Shake that booty, can I lay on the booty?
    Mike Tyson on the booty
    Copyright that booty (toot toot)

    [Verse 4: Blac Youngsta]
    Bounce that booty on the floor (shake)
    Shake it ’til you get a lil sore (shake)
    Show ’em your mama made a ho (shake, twerk twerk)
    Go’n ‘head, get a little low (shake)
    Shake that booty in the car (shake)
    Shake that booty in the store (shake)
    (Twerk twerk, shake)
    Pop it, stop it, drop it, pop it
    If I hit Alexis Skyy, I’ma motherfuckin’ rock it (twerk twerk, shake)
    I ain’t got no fuckin’ heart
    I can’t be loyal to you whore
    You weren’t here from the start (twerk twerk)

    [Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
    (Toot toot) twerk
    Girl, I wanna see you twerk
    I’ll throw a lil’ money if you twerk
    I don’t really think you can twerk
    (Toot toot) twerk
    If you broke, go to work
    Make that big booty twerk
    Make that big booty twerk
    (Toot toot)
    Can I touch that booty?
    That booty, that big ol’ booty?
    Shake that booty, can I lay on the booty?
    Mike Tyson on the booty
    Copyright that booty (toot toot)


  • Chris Brown Dismiss Rihanna & Beyonce Fans, Put Some Respect On My Name

    Chris Brown wants fans of Rihanna and Beyonce to put some respect on his name.

    The R&B singer sparked a heated debate among fans earlier this week when he says he would love to go on tour with Rihanna, Beyonce and Bruno Mars. While some fans and even myself think it would be dope to have a tour with these four artists, others think Chris Brown is not a big enough artist to want to tour with the other three acts.

    “Chris your not big enough to want a tour with RiRi and Beyonce, your not even big enough like Bruno Mars so please sit your azz down and be humble, in my Kendrick Lamar voice,” one fan wrote while another added on Twitter, “I’m actually very tired of people who think Chris Brown is a better entertainer than Beyoncé. It’s embarrassing that you even think he is on her level. I’ve said this time without number, Beyoncé is the best entertainer of our era.”

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    Chris Brown posted a video of one of his loyal fans defending his honor and I got to admit, the fan has a point. “What the f*** is wrong with people trying to tarnish this dude’s legacy like this dude is not elite, this is the same dude that controls a whole generation of R&B,” the fan said in his video rant. “So we going to sit here and act like Chris Brown is not the closest thing to Michael Jackson, like he don’t do everything. Are you f***ing kidding me, the dude has been elite since he was 15 years old. This is the same man that bodies every feature and turn a whack song into a hit. What is a song without a Chris Brown feature.”

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    Breezy also shared his personal reaction to the chatters by reminding fans that his last album, Heartbreak on a Full Moon, is certified platinum. “SAY WHAT U WANT… really wouldn’t matter at this point. GREATNESS DEFENDS AND SPEAKS FOR ITSELF,” he tweeted.

    SAY WHAT U WANT… really wouldn’t matter at this point. ???. GREATNESS DEFENDS AND SPEAKS FOR ITSELF pic.twitter.com/nCJfHwComY

    — Chris Brown (@chrisbrown) February 13, 2018


  • 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.

    A post shared by ???SILVER AURA? INDIGO CHILD (@chrisbrownofficial) on Dec 6, 2017 at 6:46pm PST

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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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  • Did Chris Brown Take A Jab At Cardi B After She Made Billboard History Again?

    Chris Brown seems to take a small jab at Cardi B after she tasted Billboard history once again.

    The “Bodak Yellow” rapper became only the third artist in history to have their first three entries on the Billboard Hot 100 chart in the top ten simultaneously. According to Billboard, the only other two artists to achieve this are The Beatles and Ashanti. Chris Brown doesn’t think that assessment is correct and addressed it with a statement listing all the artists who achieved that over their careers including himself. “Artists to have three songs in the Billboard Hot 100’s Top 10 simultaneously: The Beatles, Bee Gees, Ashanti, 50 Cent, Usher, Akon, T-Pain, Chris Brown, Adele, Lil Wayne, Iggy Azalea, Ariana Grande, Justin Bieber, The Chainsmokers, Cardi B,” he said.

    The problem with Chris Brown’s statement is that all these artists have had three songs charted on the Billboard Hot 100 top 10 simultaneously, but only three of those artists has their “first three entries” on the chart making it to the top 10 at the same time. Cardi B also became the first rapper to have her first three songs on the chart in the top 10 at the same time, putting her name in music history once again.

    “Cardi B becomes just the third act – and the first rapper – to place her first three Billboard Hot 100 entries in the chart’s top 10 simultaneously, joining only The Beatles and Ashanti in achieving the feat,” Billboard wrote.

    This doesn’t mean that Chris Brown is not a fan of Cardi B, it just means that he wants to highlight his own accolades too all while the media is zooming in on the new rapper. Chris Brown clearly want some respect put on his name and he deserves it, but he just misunderstood Cardi B’s achievement. In related news, Breezy is currently getting ready to drop some new music. On Wednesday he previewed two new songs on IG getting his fans hyped up for a good start to the new year. He didn’t reveal the title or release date for his new music but you can expect them sometime soon given the amount of music he has been releasing lately.

    #ChrisBrown said put some #RESPECK on his name too. ?

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  • Chris Brown Gets 40 RIAA Certifications This Year Alone

    Chris Brown may not be the biggest selling artist this year but he is certainly the artist with the most RIAA plaques.

    The R&B crooner received a whopping 40 certifications in 2017 from the Recording Industry Association of America, RIAA. The certifications and a mixture of gold and platinum plaques for some of his older music that were suppose to get certification but never did for some weird reasons. Among the plaques he received is one for a single that was certified 12 times platinum.

    Chris Brown thanks his fans on Twitter for their support in making this happen and now he is on his way to being one of the greatest R&B artists of all-time. “40 PLAQUES THIS YEAR! Today the RIAA released 23 more certified platinum and gold plaques that included 12 x multi platinum singles. 74.5 million single and album sales just in the US. #TEAMBREEZY,” Brown tweeted.

    On November 22, Chris Brown received 22 certifications from the RIAA including a four times platinum plaque for his single “Forever,” while his single “With You” gets a three times platinum certification. Two of his songs “Run It” and “I Can Transform Ya” received double platinum status while seven songs, “Next to You,” “Don’t Judge Me,” “Gimme That,” “Liquor,” “Grass Ain’t Greener,” “Wall To Wall,” and “Yo Excuse Me Miss,” all received one time platinum status. On top of that, he received ten gold certified songs.

    Chris Brown is still putting out a ton of new music and scoring a lot of hits. His new album, Heartbreak on a Full Moon was released with 45 songs with majority of them being new music. The project debut at No. 3 on the Billboard 200 chart and is currently at No. 11. The album has since been certified gold by the RIAA and is on its way to getting platinum status possibly before the year ends.

    40 PLAQUES THIS YEAR! Today the RIAA released 23 more certified platinum and gold plaques that included 12 x multi platinum singles. 74.5 million single and album sales just in the US. #TEAMBREEZY ?? ???? pic.twitter.com/P6Lu9B58NG

    — Chris Brown (@chrisbrown) December 7, 2017


  • 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?