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  • 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


  • 6ix9ine – WAKA lyrics

    [Verse 1: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
    Catch an asthma attack, the way we pull up on ya
    Put the pump to his chest, make a nigga cough up
    You a bum and you stressed, and that’s why you lost her
    Met a nigga from the X, niggas need to boss up
    She gon’ eat, you want beef, but this ain’t no burger
    All my songs on repeat, that’s what’s up, your word up
    I was young with the heat, walkin’ ’round with burners
    Wishin’ I could wish for anything like Timmy Turner

    [Bridge: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
    Na-na-oh, nah-oh
    Na-na-oh, nah-oh
    Na-na-oh, nah-oh

    [Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
    Why this bitch tryna play me? Are you crazy?
    Pocket rocket in my cargos, like the Navy
    Put this Tommy to his brain, please, like he Brady
    Heartbreakin’ on the daily, can you save me?
    Why is bitches tryna play me? Are you crazy?
    I can’t let her have my baby, you not my baby
    I can’t let her have my baby, I’m actin’ shady
    Heartbreaking on the daily, can you save me?

    [Verse 2: 6ix9ine]
    Y’all gotta move, give me some room, I’m ’bout to shoot
    Boom! Everybody runnin’ out the room
    Boom! Everybody beggin’ “Don’t shoot”
    Boom! Nigga, who the fuck asked you?
    You a bum, are you dumb? Try me, I got this gun
    Run, nigga, if I’m here, don’t come
    Bitch, you was expectin’ for me to hit
    That’s a dub, I know you put a hole in that shit

    [Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
    Sawed off in the damn drawer
    Got the .30 in my drawers, gotta hold my pants up
    Only time she ever call is for the banana
    I don’t even check my call log, I don’t answer

    [Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
    Why this bitch tryna play me? Are you crazy?
    Pocket rocket in my cargos, like the Navy
    Put this Tommy to his brain, please, like he Brady
    Heartbreakin’ on the daily, can you save me?

    [Verse 4: 6ix9ine]
    Why this bitch tryna play me? Is she crazy?
    That bitch know I’m number one, like Tracy McGrady
    Know I got this .380, it’s on safety
    I know all these niggas hate me, won’t let it faze me
    Fuck nigga

    [Verse 5: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
    I’ma swerve in the Maybach, I’ma do some damage
    Niggas sit the fuck down if you don’t understand us
    I heard niggas talkin’ ’bout they gon’ run down on us
    Pull up windows down in the fuckin’ Lamb’ truck

    [Outro: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
    Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
    Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
    Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
    Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, yeah
    Scott Storch


  • Game – What Your Life Like (1992 Album) letras

    [Verse 1]
    Thank Dr. Dre for giving me a chance
    Thank that big booty bitch Maliah for that freaky dance
    She gave me last night
    Jump in a ‘Rari
    Pull up to her crib and hit that pussy like a crack pipe
    I listen to Dipset, want Cam and Jim to squash it
    But how can I say that when I ain’t made up with Fif yet?
    I’m watching Power while I benchpress
    Four plates on each side, maxed out, 6 reps
    On my Drizzy Drake, yeah 6 reps
    Rollie with the grizzly face
    Mike Conley, is he straight?
    Damn right he is
    I got platinum and I violate niggas like Chris Lighty did
    I make music for all my niggas locked up state
    With Blac Chyna on they walls and now they seen a fuck face
    Quarter million on the dresser, nigga what safe?
    Trigger my alarm and you gon’ run into some duct tape

    [Hook]
    I’m still here, they said I wasn’t welcome
    Came into the game and then everybody felt him
    What your life like?
    Mine’s bout getting money and bitches
    64’s and swishers, popping guns with my niggas
    What your life like?
    Mines bout listening to Illmatic
    In my grandmother’s attic tryna spit above average
    What your life like?
    Mines bout shedding tears when Pac died
    Swimming in money like the Rothschilds
    Nigga what your life like?
    Nigga what your life like?
    Tell me what your life like

    [Verse 2]
    I done have conversations with Timbo
    Passed on a couple Pharrell and Swizz instrumentals
    I done wore a two piece tux on Jimmy Kimmel
    Then came to the hood and whopped your ass like I was Kimbo
    I done lost 20 million on lawyer fees
    But I’ma get it back when I sue Jimmy for my royalties
    I done had Scott Storch recording me
    Drove through Compton with the doors up, ain’t no ignorning me
    I done took shots at Jay, I done took shots of ‘gnac
    I done took shots for Cedar, five couldn’t drop me flat
    RIP to Frog, RIP to Will
    He was just as Ill as Will so I know how Nas feel
    Nigga I’m the greatest
    300 bars was like 15 minutes long, tell me how many times you played it
    How many times you had your Documentary stolen and replaced it?
    That’s that 5 million out the gate shit

    [Hook]
    I’m still here, they said I wasn’t welcome
    Came into the game and then everybody felt him
    What your life like?
    Mine’s bout getting money and bitches
    64’s and swishers, popping guns with my niggas
    What your life like?
    Mines bout listening to Illmatic
    In my grandmother’s attic tryna spit above average
    What your life like?
    Mines bout shedding tears when Pac died
    Swimming in money like the Rothschilds
    Nigga what your life like?
    Nigga what your life like?
    Tell me what your life like
    Tell me what your life like