How We Roll Remix – Ciara, Lil Wayne, Chris Brown Lyrics

How We Roll Remix – Ciara, Lil Wayne, Chris Brown ( Lyrics) Letra Ciara How We Roll Remix – Ciara, Lil Wayne, Chris Brown ( Lyrics)
He say that I blow his mind every time I’m activated
You just tryna catch a vibe, CiCi got you fascinated
Breezy
Jump up in a brand new ride, BM-dub, we ridin’, baby
Yeah
I ain’t gonna tell you lies
That’s just how we roll

That’s how we roll with it
And when she give me my flowers, I stick my nose in it
It just be me and lil’ mama, we don’t need no witness
And I hit it like a model ‘cause I’ma pose in it
We get our roll on, we don’t need no phones
We be in our zone, we call it ozone
Her tongue a rose petal, I can’t feel no thorns
She rode my la-la, I smoked the whole song
She get her mind blown, she get her doors blown
She say my third leg feel like my forearm
Since I’m a pothead, she leave her storeroom
She give me fire head, it keep my stove warm
And if she pop it like CiCi, I’m for sure tippin’
Pussy like a pot of gold, got me gold diggin’
She scream: Goals when we fuck, stop goal tendin’
And if I talk that shit, I’ma roll with it
Tunechi

Top off, summer in the wind
You look at me like that again, we make another kid
You my heart, I’m your rib
If I ever had to for you, I would do a bid
And I can tell that you’re ready
Three, two, one, it’s goin’ down like confetti
Pour the ten-to-one shots again
If we film it on the phone, promise that we’re gonna trend

Ooh, don’t kill the vibes, you know what I like, daddy
Ooh, it’s on tonight, I’m talkin’ on sight

That’s just how we roll
You know what it is, what it is
How we roll
You know what it is, like that, that, that
That’s just how we roll
Ooh, yeah, you know what it is, what it is, yeah
How we roll
You know what it is, like that, that, that, Breezy

It’s been a minute
Yeah since I been in it
Yeah
Swimmin’ in it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh
You should be livin’ in it
Yeah
Keep your hands all over me, and never
Never worry
Yeah, keep you cummin’
Yeah
That’s how you love it
Oh, baby
Who cares if we in public?
No
When it comes to you, I’m with whatever
You know I
I, I won’t kill your vibe
No
I know what you like
On your mark, get, set
Get ready

Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah
It’s on tonight, I’m talkin’ on sight
Alright

That’s just how we roll
You know what it is, how it is, yeah, what it is, that’s how we
How we roll
Roll, you know what it is, just like that, that, that
That’s just how we roll
Roll, yeah, you know what it is, what it is, like that, that, that, that’s how we
How we roll
You know what it is, yeah, baby, like that, that, that

Yeah, yeah
Baby, do that to me like that
That’s how we roll, like that
Know I like it when you do it like that
Like that
And baby, yeah, that’s how we rollin’ like that
Like that, that’s just how we roll
Baby, yeah, that’s how we do it like that, that, that
Oh, baby do that to me like that
Come on, that’s how we roll
Know I like it when you do it like that
And baby, yeah, that’s how we rollin’ like that
That’s just how we roll
Yeah, I love just how we do it like that, that, that
Baby, do that to me like that
That’s how we roll, sexy
Know I like it when you do it like that
Do it to me, sexy girl
Baby, yeah, that’s how we rollin’ like that
That’s just how we roll
Baby, yeah, that’s how we rollin’ like that, that, that
Do it, lick it
Do that do me like that
Trippin’, let me kiss it
Know I like it when you do it like that
Eat that pussy in the kitchen
And baby, yeah, that’s how we rollin’ like that
Baby girl, can you feel it?
Yeah, I love it how we do it like that, that, that
You gon’ be gone for a minute
That, that, that, that
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Chris Brown – Stutter Lyrics

Chris Brown – Stutter ( Lyrics) ChrisBrownVEVO Chris Brown – Stutter ( Lyrics)
Oh, woah

When it’s both of us, want your body up on mine
I wanna hold you up
up
closer every night
‘Cause you’re one of a kind, I ain’t gon’ lie ‘bout you, baby
Let’s do a little dance and cut a rug up, I know you got moves, yeah, yeah

‘Cause I been fantasizing on me
About you shawty, just a little
You know I been vibing, just for a little
You got me

You got me in my feelings
Stutterin’, st-st-stutter
You got me in my feelings
Stutterin’, st-st-stutter
You got me in my feelings
Stutterin’
ooh, yeah

Losing all control when you get close, yeah
Stutterin’
ooh, yeah
, st-st-stutter
You got me in my feelings
yeah

Trippin’ on my words all night
And you know that’s a first for me
Can’t take it like you take my soul
‘Cause you got me outta body
Apply the pressure, baby, don’t you let up
ooh

You showing up matter
matter

Got me trippin’ ‘cause you really fuck my head up

‘Cause I been fantasizing on me
About you shawty, just a little
You know I been vibing, just for a little
You got me, you got me

You got me in my feelings
Stutterin’, st-st-stutter
You got me in my feelings
Stutterin’, st-st-stutter
You got me in my feelings
Stutterin’
ooh, yeah

Losing all control when you get close, yeah
Stutterin’
ooh, yeah
, st-st-stutter
You got me in my feelings

All of the signs that lead to you
I’m doing things I never do now
You turned a heart I thought was
Made for one into two, yeah
And now I’m tired of the game, yeah
And I’m hoping you feel the same
You got me

Stutterin’
stutterin’, yeah
, st-st-stutter
You got me in my feelings
Stutterin’, st-st-stutter
stutterin’

You got me in my feelings
no, woah

Stutterin’
ooh, yeah

Losing all control when you get close, yeah
Stutterin’
ooh, yeah
, st-st-stutter
You got me in my feelings
St-st-stutterin’
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Chris Brown – That’s On You Lyrics ft. Future

Chris Brown – That’s On You ( Lyrics) ft. Future Letra ChrisBrownVEVO Chris Brown – That’s On You ( Lyrics) ft. Future
Pluto, skeet, breezy
This shit bigger than YouTube
All we know is that bad bitches
Dressed down in cuckoo
Pop out with a pop star
Somethin’ you oughta get used to
Yeah
Don’t be actin’ strange, don’t be actin’ like stranger
Yeah
Bodies on bodies on bodies, so dangerous
oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah

Lost your way, knew shit wasn’t addin’ up
Actin’ different every time you’re out, I know
Never thought you’d let a lame nigga change up the way that you move
If you’re cool with this shit, baby, then it’s on you

Stop actin’ shy, girl, let’s handle it straight
Been entertainin’ this situation, you know that I been
The only nigga to fuck you this way
way

You been actin’ real iffy, but you know when I blow that back out
You gon’ circle back ‘round
Got you in my bed, girl, you know I’m on that ass now
Came back from atlanta, girl, you know we had that cash out
Now you in la with your nigga makin’ plans now

Window shoppin’
yeah
, shit too basic
yeah

Came to me for your oasis
Girl, I planned our next vacation
Hate that love can get this dangerous
You on your timeline with him actin’ brand new
I know your body, I been on it like a tattoo
You got that fire and you know it, girl, don’t blame me
blame me

You must be crazy, you must have

Lost your way, knew shit wasn’t addin’ up
oh-woah

Actin’ different every time you’re out, I know
I know, I know, I know

Never thought you’d let a lame nigga change up the way
That you move
woah, woah

If you’re cool with this shit, baby, then it’s on you

I’m havin’ options, I’m throwin’ parties every day
Pretty moroccan, I’m throwin’ parties every day
I put a lock on it, Cartier, Cartier
I been ballin’, ballin’ on the nba
Put in that coupe now, changed on the [?]
Booked a vacation, go out of here with a rockstar
Fully loaded, promise you want it, I got you
what I do

We doin’ random shoppin’ sprees, international
No window shoppin’, we don’t do the basics
we no basic

Each little thing about you, make you contagious
Ooh, I’m elated, every day I crave it
Foreign location, good gracious
[?] Burnin’ all the tires on the ‘ghini
burnin’ the tires

I just made a movie, poppin’ bottles on the genie
yeah

Every time you see a nigga call for the [?]
every time you see me call

Put that ooh-ooh on you every time you see me
you see me, ooh

Lost your way, knew shit wasn’t addin’ up
oh no

Actin’ different every time you’re out, I know
turnt up, yeah, yeah, ooh

Never thought you’d let a lame nigga change up the way
That you move
know this shit forever, know this shit forever

If you’re cool with this shit, baby, then it’s on you
forever

Tellin’ me you love me every time we finish fuckin’
Mixin’ up the signals, fucked around and went the wrong way
Baby, I been player, but that pussy got me talkin’ ‘bout it
And I don’t do that
This ain’t confessions, no
Why you tryna treat me like a criminal?
You don’t make it easy like you did before
I don’t play no game when it’s all about you

Different options
yeah
, girl, just face it
yeah

Came to me for your oasis
Girl, I planned our next vacation
oh-oh

Hate that love can get this dangerous
You’re on your timeline with him actin’ brand new
brand new

I know your body, I been on it like a tattoo
I know

You got that fire and you know it, girl, don’t blame me
You must be crazy

Lost your way, knew shit wasn’t addin’ up
oh

Actin’ different every time you’re out, I know
it was all

Never thought you’d let a lame nigga change up the way
That you move
move, ooh

If you’re cool with this shit, baby, then it’s on you

Lost your way, knew shit wasn’t addin’ up
Actin’ different every time you’re out, I know
Never thought you’d let a lame nigga change up the way
That you move
If you’re cool with this shit, baby, then it’s on you
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Chris Brown – Press Me Lyrics

Chris Brown – Press Me ( Lyrics) Letra ChrisBrownVEVO Chris Brown – Press Me ( Lyrics)
Can I touch that? I ain’t gonna conversate
Like: What’s that? what?
It’s that million-dollar play
I get respect re’ when I’m in and outta state
All eyes on me, but you can have it your way
I be off that woah don julio
And I need a pretty young young dime who ain’t conceited
That match my tempo oh
Impress me, yeah

Energy, yeah
Give it all to me, yeah
Come press me, yeah
Come take what you need, yeah
Let me see you dance in front of me, yeah
Impress me oh, na-na
Impress me oh, na-na
Baby yeah

Oh, na-na
Oh, na-na
Baby
Oh, na-na
Impress me, baby

Let’s hit the tropics, white sand on your feet
Now we’re locked in, baby, this ain’t south beach
Girl, you’re top ten, you a certified freak
One night with me’ll have you goin’ for weeks
You got motion
All the body on you got me losin’ focus
Takes time, slow whine, I’m like: Oh, shit
Push that pedal, girl, you got me floatin’

Energy, yeah energy
Give it all to me, yeah
Come press me, yeah come press me
Come take what you need, yeah
Let me see you dance in front of me, yeah
Impress me oh, na-na
Impress me oh, na-na
Baby yeah

Oh, na-na
Oh, na-na
Baby
Oh, na-na
Impress me, baby
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Chris Brown – Shooter Lyrics

Chris Brown – Shooter ( Lyrics) Letra ChrisBrownVEVO Chris Brown – Shooter ( Lyrics)
Sick in love, highs and lows
Nothin’ to cure it, I’m losin’ faith (Woah)
Sinkin’ now, swim for shore
Ready to prove it, my love, baby
I’ve been shipwrecked, stole my heart of gold (Oh)
My soul (Woah) is stuck healin’ here (Oh-oh)
Will you find me before I’m skull and bones?
S-O-S, fire, ayy-yeah, I might lose time, ayy-yeah

Pre-Chorus
No one looks like you, no one walks that way
And I say, “Who are you? Who are you? What’s your name?” (Oh, yeah, yeah)
If I lose, I lose (Oh, yeah, yeah), I’ll get you someday
S-O-S, fire, ayy-yeah, S-O-S, fire, ayy-yeah
Chorus
The one thing ‘bout your love
I always fall for it
When you’re fire, you see smoke (Oh-oh)
Shooter, shooter, light it up, light it up
Girl, you’re my favorite
Why don’t you want love? (Oh-oh)
Shooter, shooter

Verse 2
Careful with you (You), be careful with me (Me, me)
Don’t tell me to decide when we fightin’, woah (Woah)
Careful with you, watch what you’re speakin’
I’ll see your true side
How do I get home, sweet home?
How long have I been gone? Who knows?
Tell me, where do we go from here?
I know that you love me, but you act like you confused

Pre-Chorus
No one looks like you (Oh-oh), no one walks that way
And I say, “Who are you? Who are you? What’s your name?” (Oh, yeah, yeah)
If I lose, I lose (Oh, yeah, yeah), I’ll get you someday
S-O-S, fire, ayy-yeah, S-O-S, fire, ayy-yeah

Chorus
The one thing ‘bout your love
I always fall for it
When you’re fire, you see smoke (Oh-oh)
Shooter, shooter, light it up, light it up
Girl, you’re my favorite
Why don’t you want love? (Oh-oh)
Shooter, shooter
Bridge
And if you leave here, don’t come back again (Don’t come back), yeah
And if you leave here, don’t come back again (Back again, oh, I), yeah
I love how your skin on coco
Ooh, baby, don’t know your worth
Only fuck tings with choco
Hurry up, I need you to hurry up
Wrap me up in your love like Fronto
Your heart can heal my scars
Hurry up, I need you to hurry up
Hurry up, hurry up

Chorus
One thing ‘bout your love (One thing about)
I always fall for it (Oh)
When you’re fire, you see smoke
Shooter, shooter, light it up, light it up
Girl, you’re my favorite
Why don’t you want love?
Shooter, shooter, shooter

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Trippie Redd – 1716 Osage Lyrics

Trippie Redd – 1716 Osage ( Lyrics ) Letra Trippie Redd Trippie Redd – 1716 Osage ( Lyrics )
March like a motherfucking band with that K
If you stand on shit that’s where you gon lay
Live that way gon die today
Goth money s*** I feel like Kray
get high with me while I’m fading away
they follow me I’m leading the wave
where you going like aye bae bae
trying to eat that cake like it’s anime
And the racks they blue, all in the safe
I keep it cool cuz I’m safe
play with me you lead, play with me you lead
I don’t care what you say
run that s*** up in a day
Ocean View I got the wave
broke hoes make me sick
tired of love I’ve done threw my heart up in a vent
Bump my head now I’m young boy walking with a dent
I’m Lil Wayne but my gun walk walking with a limp
look at your hoe she embarrassed that she walking with a simp
I’m a big blood but I’m screaming RIP to Nip
Blood Blood Blood
I got
foreign hoes, foreign clothes, foreign cars
I got bad bitches and they porn stars
ever since I lost my damn brother I’ve been going hard
I might count 100 Mil in my dream car
shawty slurping on the floor I know her knees hurt
I done hit a few stains in my fiend car
Sock ‘em in this shit and make them seizure
plotting on the gang I made him dream hard
556, 223 I’m in that foreign car baby pick up speed
and they don’t need to know about you and me
I got this shit blowing up like TNT
don’t even call my phone no more DND
I gotta rob the bank PNC
I’m tryna rob the bank PNC
I’m Peter Parker pimping bitch I’m PPP
I’m with little Mary Jane and we in the trees
we smoking woods in the woods follow me
and I’m From The Trenches I am not an actor
man I’m in that ship I should go to Saturn
Man i’m out my mind feel like Jacob’s Ladder
They stay on that shit that just don’t even matter
slice & dice a bitch like a weedwacker
that little bitch she funny, that’s a knee slapper
she was talking foul that’s a lean backer
beat that pussy down like a linebacker
Run it over I’m running shit over I’m running shit over
I’m running shit over I’m running shit over
I’m running shit

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Trippie Redd – 7am in Ohio Lyrics

Trippie Redd – 7am in Ohio ( Lyrics ) Letra Trippie Redd Trippie Redd – 7am in Ohio Lyrics
We gettin’ that money you know it ain’t nothin’
I wake up and put that shit on ‘cause I’m stunting
I pull up Maybach it used to be bucket’
I know that they mad but I’m on fuck it
You ain’t got no racks you ball on a budget
I’m startin’ the car with the push of a button
I will not explain the do’s and the doesn’t’s
Countin’ up money I would never front
Hop out the Pizzy luggage in the trunk
Hop in that ‘rari trunk is in the front
Speed off on a barbie smoking on some blunts
23 shots in that Glock got a nigga feeling like I can dunk
It ain’t wasnt no big deal
Minuscule problems that shit shrunk

I know they remember them days
I was outside with that flame
Top-down, I’m blowing your brain
Know we the gang sorry I forgot your name
Look it’s a bird, look it’s a plane
it’s a lame, oh remember names
All of a sudden when you was around
I wasn’t calling you nothing
You ain’t really with the gang
So get the fuck from us
Fuck from round us, from the ground up
Look what we round up
No matter the time, I’mma get in my zone
Bitch imma sit in my throne
I’mma get straight to my goal

We gettin’ that money you know it ain’t nothin’
I wake up and put that shit on ‘cause I’m stunting
I pull up Maybach it used to be bucket’
I know that they mad but I’m on fuck it
You ain’t got no racks you ball on a budget
I’m startin’ the car with the push of a button
I will not explain the do’s and the doesn’t’s
Countin’ up money I would never front
Hop out the Pizzy luggage in the trunk
Hop in that ‘rari trunk is in the front
Speed off on a barbie smoking on some blunts
23 shots in that Glock got a nigga feeling like I can dunk
It ain’t wasnt no big deal
Minuscule problems that shit shrunk
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Trippie Redd – Saint Michael Myers Lyrics

Trippie Redd – Saint Michael Myers ( Lyrics ) Letra Trippie Redd Trippie Redd – Saint Michael Myers ( Lyrics )

You can get hurt for real
You can get murked for real
Put on a shirt for real
Put in the dirt for real
I like to lurk for real
I’m high off this earth for real
Pop me a perc for real

When I see you in your zone
I love your moan I love your groan
We yell I love your tone I love my home, don’t check my phone
right now I’ll let you know, Need love I’ll let you know
you got to let me know I can’t let go I can’t let go

I got the bag for real for real
hop out that Jag for real
keep me a Mac for real for real
talk down I might spaz for real for real
you can get smacked for real
you not ‘bout that for real
Ima turn you to pack for real
And you know that I stick to the code tired of living in Black mold
DruggerDrugger I put this s*** on
little shorty she bad to the bone
play with gang and we getting you gone
pulling up in that Lambo like Vroom
That boy trash go get your a broom
if you talk ima put em in tomb
put a p**** in a tomb
put a p**** in a tomb get a boy out of school
send that boy to the Moon
ain’t got no f****** time I’m on your f****** mind your hands are mine b****** choose a side
I’m more than meets the eye down your spine but don’t reply
I hope you see the light them Chopper sounds make Angels Cry
right now bae sing this song I f*** you long and love you wrong
like this your favorite song when this come on you lose your dome
right now we smoking strong we living large foreign cars
I look into your eyes and see the stars fall in your heart

You can get hurt for real
You can get murked for real
Put on a shirt for real
Put in the dirt for real
I like to lurk for real
I’m high off this earth for real
Pop me a perc for real

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Trippie Redd – Yo Pi’erre Slime Lyrics

Trippie Redd – Yo Pi’erre Slime ( Lyrics) Letra Trippie Redd Trippie Redd – Yo Pi’erre Slime ( Lyrics)
We gettin’ that money you know it ain’t nothin’
I wake up and put that shit on ‘cause I’m stunting
I pull up Maybach it used to be bucket’
I know that they mad but I’m on fuck it
You ain’t got no racks you ball on a budget
I’m startin’ the car with the push of a button
I will not explain the do’s and the doesn’t’s
Countin’ up money I would never front
Hop out the Pizzy luggage in the trunk
Hop in that ‘rari trunk is in the front
Speed off on a barbie smoking on some blunts
23 shots in that Glock got a nigga feeling like I can dunk
It ain’t wasnt no big deal
Minuscule problems that shit shrunk

I know they remember them days
I was outside with that flame
Top-down, I’m blowing your brain
Know we the gang sorry I forgot your name
Look it’s a bird, look it’s a plane
it’s a lame, oh remember names
All of a sudden when you was around
I wasn’t calling you nothing
You ain’t really with the gang
So get the fuck from us
Fuck from round us, from the ground up
Look what we round up
No matter the time, I’mma get in my zone
Bitch imma sit in my throne
I’mma get straight to my goal

We gettin’ that money you know it ain’t nothin’
I wake up and put that shit on ‘cause I’m stunting
I pull up Maybach it used to be bucket’
I know that they mad but I’m on fuck it
You ain’t got no racks you ball on a budget
I’m startin’ the car with the push of a button
I will not explain the do’s and the doesn’t’s
Countin’ up money I would never front
Hop out the Pizzy luggage in the trunk
Hop in that ‘rari trunk is in the front
Speed off on a barbie smoking on some blunts
23 shots in that Glock got a nigga feeling like I can dunk
It ain’t wasnt no big deal
Minuscule problems that shit shrunk

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Trippie Redd – Pray 4 Us Lyrics

Trippie Redd – Pray 4 Us ( Lyrics ) Letra Trippie Redd Trippie Redd – Pray 4 Us Lyrics
I used to think about immature things
You know, like, do you love me?
Do you want me?
Are you gonna call me like you said you would?
Is this really your real phone number?

Yeah, you see-through
Bite from a snake, lethal
Woke up rockin’ Evisu
If you don’t wanna stay, why keep you?
In the rain where I leave you
If you ain’t gang, why would I piece you?
Like, what’s up?
More money, more love
AP, two-tone, I was outside with that chrome
Maybach ready to go
Look at my neck, its covered in stones
Look at my yard, its covered in bones
King of the hill, all of my family is royalty nigga, you better kneel
Don’t gotta talk ‘bout respect in this shit, you know the real
Don’t gotta talk ‘bout my blessings and shit, we know the real

I don’t want that fake love, it ain’t real
It ain’t much to say, love, it’s 2AM
I’m crazy ‘bout your love
Go over and above
You know I’m pourin’ up, smoking on the gas
I’m a demon in the nighttime, leave them in the past
When I fuck that bitch she call me dad
She say that’s the best love that she ever had
Shit, you gotta get in your bag
You gotta get to the cash, you gotta get it in digital dash
Steppin’ on shit, keep a Glock and mask
Turnin’ your plaid tie-dye
Throwin’ up bands in G5, double C bag on TY
Don’t wanna see him reach in
It’s late night and we creepin
This her class but I teach her
Road kill shit in my ox fur
We could go get you a doctor
Better go get you a perc
That boy in pain, he hurt
Leave that lil bitch in the dirt
Put that lil bitch on a shirt
Gonna let shit fly high
RIP Spooky, RIP 9
See an opp man drop me the dime
We ain’t worried bout shit or time
Let a boy stank in hard times
Psycho out of my mind
I think I’m Picasso I’m painting your ride
Red rum, hundred shots, pussy you done
Run up the bread it was crumbs
Now I got a damn green thumb
Now I got a pair of green lungs
My momma told me the devil a lie
My auntie in here speaking tongue
I’ll get to the top I’m a lunge
I know I’m the shit but they’ll never plunge
My Draco got kicked so you better run
I’m taking a pic with my bitch in the sun
That boy Michael Vick, that boy like to run
I’m out with the gang, no clique no squad
You know we the gang you know we the mob
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