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  • Chris Brown – Ayo (MMGMix) Lyrics

    [Intro]
    I need you (x8)

    [Hook: Chris Brown]
    We poppin’ like ayo
    All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
    Screaming like ayo
    I’mma take her ass down when she bring her friend around
    Fuck ‘em both like ayo
    I’m a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home
    We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
    But don’t be acting like I need you

    [Rick Ross] It’s Ricky Ross
    Just checking in with my little homies
    Chris, Ty what it do

    [Verse 1:Rick Ross]
    New money, new year, it’s time to boss up
    Dm a couple bitches just to toss up (Uh)
    Chick smiling cause she know she want the whole clique (Woo)
    We show each other, then she send us all the same pic
    Money lost, we got a thermal and a celly on
    Let me shoutout these two niggas on another song
    It’s for my homies, yeah the ones who never coming home
    I gave my chain to your son, I stay forever loyal
    New crib on the water, you should see it nigga
    40 bitches in the crib, top tier nigga
    Chanel bags on the first day
    We go and get it in the worst way

    [Hook:Chris Brown]

    [Verse 2: Tyga]
    Ahhh! Aye babe this my new shit
    I’m the black Richie Rich with the roof missing
    If it don’t make dollars it don’t make sense
    Z, wake up like I gotta get it
    And I got an engine full of trunk space
    I get money three ways, fucking bitches three ways
    7 different foreigns plus she no hablé
    But I make that bitch walk for some cheesecake
    Yeah, I’m the coldest nigga, icy
    Looking in the mirror like I wish I can be me
    She too into me, I’m more into money
    My hobby’s her body, that pussy’s my lobby
    I’mma eat it, I’mma eat it
    I don’t lie, hope my dick’s, too conceited
    Uh, told her she’s my wife for the weekend
    But don’t be acting like I need you cause we poppin’ like

    [Hook: Chris Brown]

    [Verse 3: Chris Brown]
    I’m in a Rolls, you don’t roll right
    My chain shine brighter than a strobe light
    I’m tryna fuck Coco, this don’t concern Ice
    If I motorboat, she gon’ motorbike
    A nigga ain’t worried about nothin’
    Rehabilitation just had me worried about fucking
    Money, decision-making only worried about stunting
    She worried about me, her nigga worried about cuffing
    I wanna see her body (bodyyyy)
    She said get inside of me
    I wanna feel you baby (yeahhh)
    Just bring the animal right out of me
    We loving, she love it
    Specially when I go down on her
    Now we fucking, she thugging
    Getting loud (cause we poppin’ like)

    [Hook: Chris Brown]

    [Verse 4: Chris Brown & (Tyga)]
    Huh, look, alright
    Now I can spot your bitch from a mile away
    Valentine in that pussy, it’s a holiday
    (Uh, you losing money, I win mills, Dr. J
    She going to follow my lead, Simon Says)
    Paper, paper, I’m riding Scrapers in California
    Car smelling like ammonia, we got that stank on us
    (Never been an Outkast that stank on ya
    From the ghetto but my bitch like Apollonia)
    We in the hood, tatted like a Mexican
    Car too fast, give a fuck about pedestrians
    (And my section less niggas, more lesbians)
    Got your bitch, I’m that nigga
    (Yeah we poppin’ like)

    [Hook: Chris Brown]

    [Outro: Tyga]
    This that fly shit, King shit only
    Drop top, no roof – ahhh!


  • Chris Brown – Ayo lyrics

    [Intro]
    I need you
    I need you
    I need you
    I need you
    I need you
    I need you
    I need you
    I need you

    [Hook: Chris Brown]
    We poppin’ like ayo
    All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
    Screaming like ayo
    I’mma take her ass down when she bring her friend around
    Fuck ‘em both like ayo
    I’m a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home
    We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
    But don’t be acting like I need you

    [Verse 1: Tyga]
    Ahhh! Aye babe this my new shit
    I’m the black Richie Rich with the roof missing
    If it don’t make dollars it don’t make sense
    Z, wake up like I gotta get it
    And I got an engine full of trunk space
    I get money three ways, fucking bitches three ways
    7 different foreigns plus she no hablé
    But I make that bitch walk for some cheesecake
    Yeah, I’m the coldest nigga, icy
    Looking in the mirror like I wish I can be me
    She too into me, I’m more into money
    My hobby’s her body, that pussy’s my lobby
    I’mma eat it, I’mma eat it
    I don’t lie, hope my dick’s, too conceited
    Uh, told her she’s my wife for the weekend
    But don’t be acting like I need you cause we poppin’ like

    [Hook: Chris Brown]
    We poppin’ like ayo
    All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
    Screaming like ayo
    I’mma take her ass down when she bring her friend around
    Fuck ‘em both like ayo
    I’m a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home
    We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
    But don’t be acting like I need you

    [Verse 2: Chris Brown]
    I’m in a Rolls, you don’t roll right
    My chain shine brighter than a strobe light
    I’m tryna fuck Coco, this don’t concern Ice
    If I motorboat, she gon’ motorbike
    A nigga ain’t worried about nothin’
    Rehabilitation just had me worried about fucking
    Money, decision-making only worried about stunting
    She worried about me, her nigga worried about cuffing
    I wanna see her body (bodyyyy)
    She said get inside of me
    I wanna feel you baby (yeahhh)
    Just bring the animal right out of me
    We loving, she love it
    Specially when I go down on her
    Now we fucking, she thugging
    Getting loud (cause we poppin’ like)

    [Hook: Chris Brown]
    We poppin’ like ayo
    All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
    Screaming like ayo
    I’mma take her ass down when she bring her friend around
    Fuck ‘em both like ayo
    I’m a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home
    We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
    But don’t be acting like I need you

    [Verse 3: Chris Brown & (Tyga)]
    Huh, look, alright
    Now I can spot your bitch from a mile away
    Valentine in that pussy, it’s a holiday
    (Uh, you losing money, I win mills, Dr. J
    She going to follow my lead, Simon Says)
    Paper, paper, I’m riding Scrapers in California
    Car smelling like ammonia, we got that stank on us
    (Never been an outcast that stank on ya
    From the ghetto but my bitch like Apollonia)
    We in the hood, tatted like a Mexican
    Car too fast, give a fuck about pedestrians
    (And my section less niggas, more lesbians)
    Got your bitch, I’m that nigga
    (Yeah we poppin’ like)

    [Hook: Chris Brown]
    We poppin’ like ayo
    All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
    Screaming like ayo
    I’mma take her ass down when she bring her friend around
    Fuck ‘em both like ayo
    I’m a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home
    We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
    But don’t be acting like I need you

    [Outro: Tyga]
    This that fly shit, King shit only
    Drop top, no roof
    Ahhh!