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Chris Brown – Nightmares Lyrics ft. Byron Messia

Chris Brown – Nightmares ( Letra) ft. Byron Messia Letra ChrisBrownVEVO Chris Brown – Nightmares ( Letra) ft. Byron Messia
Verse 1: Chris Brown
Me brother get tied up in the streets, said them can’t leave out
And if yuh cya bring the Glock ‘round, so then them nah leave out (Yeah)
More time alone, soldier nah trust no one
If he ever see the pagan them, him turn evil (Yeah)
Him say, “Me depressed, so Henny my medicine”
It’s just me and my Remington
Pigs them want stick around like gelatin
Oh, woah-oh, oh-woah
Batty man, them nah take ‘way your skeleton
Then skrrt up on the main like Hamilton
Road money make him fly like pelican
Ooh, Lord, oh, Lord
Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown
Him tell me most High know
My family and me friend them
Most High know
You bring trouble, him gon’ end ‘em

Chorus: Chris Brown, Chris Brown & Bryon Messia
Nightmares, no more dreams
He just don’t believe, he just don’t believe
Nightmares, no more dreams
He just don’t believe, he just don’t believe

Verse 2: Byron Messia
Da-da, da-da
Gunshot turn them in a goner
Killa them a travel ‘pon a charter
Fi go start war, ha-ha
A gunshot, we no love chat, have the clutch back
God say me no fi buss back, me say, “Fuck that”
AK with the pan drum in a the truck back
Ever have the ‘K like school youth with a lunch bag

Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown, Chris Brown & Bryon Messia
Most High know
My family and me friend them
Most High know
You bring trouble, him gon’ end ‘em
Chorus: Chris Brown, Bryon Messia, Chris Brown & Bryon Messia
Nightmares, no more dreams
He just don’t believe, he just don’t believe (He just don’t, he just don’t)
Nightmares, no more dreams
He just don’t believe (He just don’t), he just don’t believe (He just don’t)

Outro: Byron Messia
He just don’t, oh
Bang-bang, mm
Me say gang-gang
Pussy boy, oh-oh-oh
Me say bang-bang

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

Ciara, Lil Wayne, Chris Brown – How We Roll (Remix)
He Say That I Blow His Mind
Every Time I’m Activated
You Just Tryna Catch A Vibe
CiCi Got You Fascinated
Jump Up in a Brand New Ride
BM-Dubb We Ridin Baby
I Aint Gon Tell You Lies

That’s Just How We Roll

That’s How We Roll Wit 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, Cuz Imma Pose In It
We Get Our Roll On, We Dont Need No Phones
We Be In Our Zone, We Call It Ozone
Her Tongue A Rose Petal, I Can’t Feel No Thorns
She Roll My La La, I Smoke The Whole Song
She Get Her Mind Blown, She Get Her Doors Blown
She Said My Third Leg, Feel Like My Forearm
Since Imma Pothead, She Leave Her Stove On
She Give Me Fye Head, It Keep My Soul Warm
And If She Pop It Like Cici, I’m For Sure Tippin
Pussy Like A Pot Of Gold, Got Me Golddiggin
She Scream Goals When We Fuck, Stop Goaltendin’
And If I Talk That Shit, Imma Roll Wit It
Tunechi!

Top Off Summer In The Wind
You Look At Me Like That Again
We Make Another Kid
You My Heart, Im Your Rib
If I Ever Had To For You, I Would Do A Bid
And I Can Tell That You Ready
3-2-1 It’s Going Down Like Confetti
Pour The Ten To One Shots Again
If We Film It On Our Phone
Promise That We’re Gonna Trend

Ooh Don’t Kill The Vibe
You Know What I Like, Daddy
Ooh It’s On Tonight
I’m Talking 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 (Ohh yeah)
You Know What It Is What It Is
How We Roll
You Know What It Is
Like That That That

It’s Been A Minute
Since I Been In It
Swimming In It
(Ciara)You Should Be Living In It
(Ciara) Keep Your Hands All Over Me, And Never
Never Worry
I’ll Keep You Coming
That’s How You Love It
Who Cares If We In Public
When It Comes To You, I’m With Whatever
You Know I

I Won’t Kill Your Vibe
I Know What You Like
(On Your Mark, Get Set) Get Ready
Ooh Yeah Its On Tonight
I’m Talkin On Sight

That’s Just How We Roll (How we yeah)
You Know What It Is
How We Roll
You Know What It Is
Like That That That
That’s Just How We Roll (roll yeah)
You Know What It Is
Like That That That
How We Roll
You Know What It Is
Like That That That
(Yeah yeah)

Baby Do That To Me Like That
You Know I Like It When You Do It Like That
Baby Yeah That’s How We Rollin Like That
Baby Yeah That’s How We Do It Like That That That

Baby Do That To Me Like That
You Know I Like It When You Do It Like That
Baby Yeah That’s How We Rollin Like That
Baby Yeah That’s How We Do It Like That That That

Baby Do That To Me Like That
You Know I Like It When You Do It Like That
Baby Yeah That’s How We Rollin Like That
Baby Yeah That’s How We Rollin Like That That That

Baby Do That To Me Like That
You Know I Like It When You Do It Like That
Baby Yeah That’s How We Rollin Like That
Baby Yeah That’s How We Do It Like That That That

That That That That That

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Tee Grizzley – City of God (feat. Chris Brown) Lyrics

Tee Grizzley – City of God (feat. Chris Brown) Lyrics

Tee Grizzley – City of God (feat. Chris Brown) [ Lyrics] Letra Tee Grizzley Tee Grizzley – City of God (feat. Chris Brown) [ Lyrics]
Intro

Lost in the bag, I can dance for you
Open your back and dance for me
There ain’t no thing I can do for you
Bad gyal, bad gyal
Open your back and dance for me
You want my move, I can dance for you
Jump up again, bendin’ ya back

Chris Brown

Remember livin’ lights out
I got no money
I remember bein’ fucked up
Nights I go hungry
Since I ain’t had nothin’ to eat
Had to bleed the streets to feed the beast
And it can go down any minute
So you know the stick go to sleep with me
It go down in the city of God
Go and slide in, don’t even feel nothin’, no
It’s a jungle, I feel nothin’
Only God know me
It go down in the city of God
So me all don’t understand

Tee Grizzley

Oh, yeah, ‘member livin’ like shit
I was gettin’ niggas spent, now I’m rich
Still, I get a nigga spent
Ridin’ with the bag, paranoid, drivin’ all this shit
‘Fore I ever made a song, it was powder gettin’ mixed
I was walkin’ to the Coney, me and lil’ brodie
Can’t let you get up on me, you know I got that bitch on me
I was broke, so they hold me
Now they actin’ like they know me
How many niggas you know turnt they handcuffs to Rollies?
I done slept on air mattress and slept on pallets
That shit wasn’t by choice, I had to ‘cause we ain’t have it
Couldn’t do nothin’ for granny, that just turn me to a savage
I don’t wake up and be rich, lil’ nigga, you gotta stack it
I was lookin’ for the bag, boy, I wasn’t rappin’
You survive in my hood, boy, that wouldn’t happen
I can’t do no crime with no rapper niggas rattin’
Bet your brains on the shirt look like Jell-O on a napkin

Chris Brown

Remember livin’ lights out
I got no money
I remember bein’ fucked up
Nights I go hungry
Since I ain’t had nothin’ to eat
Had to bleed the streets to feed the beast
And it can go down any minute
So you know the stick go to sleep with me
It go down in the city of God
Go and slide in, don’t even feel nothin’, no
It’s a jungle, I feel nothin’
Only God know me
It go down in the city of God
So me all don’t understand
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Chris Brown – Sensational feat. Davido & Lojay Lyrics

Chris Brown – Sensational feat. Davido & Lojay ( Lyrics ) Letra Chris Brown Chris Brown – Sensational feat. Davido & Lojay ( Lyrics Letra)
Girl, you so beautiful when you [?]
Holy ghost, holy ghost
Holy ghost, holy ghost
[?] (Uh-huh)
When you move, when you move (yes)
[?] (Ah)
Majo, majo (let’s go)
Majo, majo (haha)
Majo
How you feelin’?

Sensational, yeah
Wetin I do for you, girl?
And I know, and I know, and I know, girl
I act a fool for you
Love’s like a riddle, yeah
Give me the clues of the riddle
Oh, ah, oh
Laugh just a little, yeah
Life’s pretty sweet, can’t be bitter

She tell me love her till the mornin’, na-na-na
Love her till the nighttime, na-na-na
I don’t give nobody, yeah, don’t give nobody it
If you give me body, I’ma tell nobody else
Girl, I got you west coastin’ (westside)
Now she want me pull skirts, so me pull skirts
Bad gyal, she west coastin’
You see it’s obvious, it’s obvious

Sensational, yeah
Wetin I do for you, girl?
And I know, and I know, and I know, girl
I act a fool for you
Love’s like a riddle, yeah
Give me the clues of the riddle
Oh, ah, oh
Laugh just a little, yeah
Life’s pretty sweet, can’t be bitter

This one, she’s fine, oh, yeah
She want this, then she got this
She no be controllin’, yeah
She dance it and she wind it
She make me wan’ give her body backshots (body)
Give her body backshots (body)
Give her body backshots (body)
Woah-woah-woah-woah, oh

Bad, see the way I jump on nyz (yeah)
Freak gyal, she got the best I’ve seen (yeah)
Steady be ready, in the assaassin (woah)
Switchin’ my belly, you’re like [?] (woah)
[?]
Soul train when I slide it in
Now she watchin’ me like telly

Sensational (sensational), yeah
Wetin I do for you, girl? (wetin I do?)
And I know, and I know, and I know, girl
I act a fool for you
Love’s like a riddle, yeah
Give me the clues of the riddle
Oh, ah, oh
Laugh just a little, yeah
Life’s pretty sweet, can’t be bitter (yeah, yeah)

Gyal, I only need your house address
Miss you when I pull up with my [tekker] set?
No put di wife on the internet
I’m a presidential, it be roosevelt, oh no
Goody-goody
Gyal, your goody-goody pum-pum (pum-pum)
I need you now-now
Put me on fire, like you London
Girl, you taste so divine, yeah
And I wonder why you so, so, so, so

Sensational (oh, yeah, so sensational), yeah
Wetin I do for you, girl? (can I do for you, girl?)
And I know, and I know, and I know, girl (ooh)
I act a fool for you
Love’s like a riddle, yeah (ooh)
Give me the clues of the riddle (give me)
Oh, ah, oh
Laugh just a little, yeah (laugh just a little)
Life’s pretty sweet, can’t be bitter (oh, ah-ah)
Sensational, yeah (sensational)
Wetin I do for you, girl? (hey, sensational)
And I know, and I know, and I know, girl (oh-woah)
I act a fool for you
Love’s like a riddle, yeah
Give me the clues of the riddle (sensational)
Oh, ah, oh
Laugh just a little, yeah
Life’s pretty sweet, can’t be bitter (sensational)
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Chris Brown – Summer Too Hot Lyrics

Chris Brown – Summer Too Hot ( Lyrics ) Letra ChrisBrownVEVO Chris Brown – Summer Too Hot ( Lyrics )

I blew it all on her
I get it right back
She put it all on me
I couldn’t fight back
She love when I pull on it when its tied back
You know its hard to get up out it I get side tracked

Shake something
Left right
Control it
You know who to call if your horny
Right on it
Green light me (green light , green light)

Why’d you tell your friends that you really don’t dance (don’t dance)
But I know that you can
Fucking up your plans when you bout to get nasty
Get a hold of them glasses

Summer too hot bout to fuck it up
Is the mood right is it wet enough
I gotta do right
Its a level up
Let me wet it up
Just a few times
Summer too hot
Had to double up
Shawty too fire with the bubble butt
We should both slide on the regular
Summer too hot
Its irregular

Shorty she discreet she don’t want her business in the street
Be my little secret baby be my little freak
Ahhh we can on the weekend
Do something different got my attention
Eight figures fucking with a rich n**ga
Big picture more than just a night wit cha
Don’t switch up girl when the lights hit ya
Them diamonds gonna dance

Why’d you tell your friends that you really don’t dance
But I know that you can
Fucking up your plans when you bout to get nasty
Get a hold of them glasses

Summer too hot bout to fuck it up
Is the mood right is it wet enough
I gotta do right
Its a level up
Let me wet it up
Just a few times
Summer too hot
Had to double up
Shawty too fire with the bubble butt (girl we should both)
We should both slide on the regular
Summer too hot
Its irregular

Oooohhhh
I wanna get this rocket off the ground babe
Ooooohhhh
You’re so beautiful its hard to behave
Oooohhhh
I can’t start this fire without your flame
Oooohhhhh
And I know you feel the same

Come on, take that shit off

Summer too hot bout to fuck it up
Is the mood right is it wet enough
I gotta do right
Its a level up
Let me wet it up
Just a few times
Summer too hot
Had to double up
Shawty too fire with the bubble butt (girl we should both)
We should both slide on the regular
Summer too hot
Its irregular

Summers way too hot

baby baby baby

baby baby baby

Summer too hot

Baby baby baby

Baby baby baby

Summer too hot

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Chris Brown – Don’t Trust Her Lyrics

Chris Brown – Don't Trust Her Lyrics, Letra Don’t Trust Her Letra, Lyrics:

How could I allow her to do it
They say a man ain’t supposed to cry
But right now, I feel so foolish
Oh, I thought I could trust her
I guess I thought wrong
So many times I played the fool
I guess I was the dummy all along
Damn
I guess I had it coming ‘cause I’m famous
She was in it for the money, I can’t blame her
She tried to break my pockets
But broke my heart, yeah she tried it
Guess I’m not that stupid after all
And my baby stuck in her ways
Girl it’s fine, what a nice try
At least we had a good time
Bitch goodbye
You don’t even see her
When you come across her
You give her that alley-oop
Bet that bitch gon’ cross you
And if you got a lot of money
That pussy gon’ cost you
Don’t trust that hoe
Don’t be a sucker
100s, 100s, 100s, 100s, 100s, 100s
That’s all she want
100s, 100s, 100s, 100s, 100s, 100s
That’s all she want
100s, 100s, 100s, 100s, 100s, 100s
Don’t trust that hoe
Don’t be a sucker
100s, 100s, 100s, 100s, 100s, 100s
That’s all she want
100s, 100s, 100s, 100s, 100s, 100s
That’s all she want
100s, 100s, 100s, 100s, 100s, 100s
Don’t trust that hoe
I guess I had it coming ‘cause I’m famous
She was in it for the money, I can’t blame her
She tried to break my pockets
But broke my heart, yeah she tried it
Guess I’m not that stupid after all
And my baby stuck in her ways
Girl it’s fine, what a nice try
At least we had a good time
Bitch goodbye
You don’t even see her
When you come across her
You give her that alley-oop
Bet that bitch gon’ cross you
And if you got a lot of money
That pussy gon’ cost you
Don’t trust that hoe
Don’t be a sucker
100s, 100s, 100s, 100s, 100s, 100s
That’s all she want
100s, 100s, 100s, 100s, 100s, 100s
That’s all she want
100s, 100s, 100s, 100s, 100s, 100s
Don’t trust that hoe
Don’t be a sucker
100s, 100s, 100s, 100s, 100s, 100s
That’s all she want
100s, 100s, 100s, 100s, 100s, 100s
That’s all she want
100s, 100s, 100s, 100s, 100s, 100s
Don’t trust that hoe

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Ciara, Chris Brown – How We Roll Lyrics

Ciara, Chris Brown – How We Roll ( Lyricss ) Letra CiaraVEVO Ciara, Chris Brown – How We Roll Lyricss
He Say That I Blow His Mind
Every Time I’m Activated
You Just Tryna Catch A Vibe
CiCi Got You Fascinated
Jump Up in a Brand New Ride
BM-Dubb We Ridin Baby
I Aint Gon Tell You Lies

That’s Just How We Roll
You Know What It Is, What It Is
How We Roll
You Know What It Is, What It Is
That’s Just How We Roll
You Know What It Is, What It Is
How We Roll
You Know What It Is, What It Is

(Yeah)

Top Off Summer In The Wind
You Look At Me Like That Again
We Make Another Kid
You My Heart, Im Your Rib
If I Ever Had To For You, I Would Do A Bid
And I Can Tell That You Ready
3-2-1 It’s Going Down Like Confetti
Pour The Ten To One Shots Again
If We Film It On Our Phone
Promise That We’re Gonna Trend

Ooh Don’t Kill The Vibe
You Know What I Like, Daddy
Ooh It’s On Tonight
I’m Talking 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 (Ohh yeah)
You Know What It Is What It Is
How We Roll
You Know What It Is
Like That That That

It’s Been A Minute
Since I Been In It
Swimming In It
You Should Be Living In It
Keep Your Hands All Over Me, And Never
Never Worry
I’ll Keep You Coming
That’s How You Love It
Who Cares If We In Public
When It Comes To You, I’m With Whatever
You Know I

I Won’t Kill Your Vibe
I Know What You Like
(On Your Mark, Get Set) Get Ready
Ooh Yeah Its On Tonight
I’m Talkin On Sight

That’s Just How We Roll (How we yeah)
You Know What It Is
How We Roll
You Know What It Is
Like That That That
That’s Just How We Roll (roll yeah)
You Know What It Is
Like That That That
How We Roll
You Know What It Is
Like That That That
(Yeah yeah)

Baby Do That To Me Like That
You Know I Like It When You Do It Like That
Baby Yeah That’s How We Rollin Like That
Baby Yeah That’s How We Do It Like That That That

Baby Do That To Me Like That
You Know I Like It When You Do It Like That
Baby Yeah That’s How We Rollin Like That
Baby Yeah That’s How We Do It Like That That That

Baby Do That To Me Like That
You Know I Like It When You Do It Like That
Baby Yeah That’s How We Rollin Like That
Baby Yeah That’s How We Rollin Like That That That

Baby Do That To Me Like That
You Know I Like It When You Do It Like That
Baby Yeah That’s How We Rollin Like That
Baby Yeah That’s How We Do It Like That That That

That That That That That…

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Lyrics Chris Brown – Talm’ Bout

Lyrics Chris Brown – Talm’ Bout

Chris Brown – Talm’ Bout (Official Video) Lyrics
Look at these bitches on me
Fuck is you talkin′ ‘bout?
Bitches on me and my homies
Tryna get all the clout
She just want the money like it′s all free
‘Cause I got a lot of racks on me

Girl, you ain’t no good, you keep tellin′ lies
Just say what you want, you ain′t gotta hide
I can see the fake written all over your face
Won’t want no game with me, you know that′s a mistake
Know I keep it real, this ain’t no disguise
Girl, you know you bad, that ain′t no surprise
You get what you want when that ass in my face
And you do it for fun, girl, you love the chase

If you want the cash, then, baby, make it drop
Give you what you ask ‘til you get to the top
No, you won′t be lonely if you come through tonight (no)
I wanna bring a friend, we could get to it right

Look at these bitches on me
Fuck is you talkin’ ‘bout?
Bitches on me and my homies
Tryna get all the clout
She just want the money like it′s all free
′Cause I got a lot of racks on me

Look at these bitches on me
Fuck is you talkin’ ′bout?
Bitches on me and my homies
Tryna get all the clout (oh, she)
She just want the money like it’s all free
′Cause I got a lot of racks on me

You be doin’ magic every time you dance
Make it disappear when you use no hands
Know what to do
You don′t mind workin’ ‘cause you′re comfortable
Girl, your loyalty, it don′t stand a chance
You been all around, you been makin’ plans
To circle right back
Your actions loud, baby, keep it like that, yeah

If you want the cash, baby, make it drop
Give you what you ask, so you get to the top
Look, you won′t be lonely if you come through tonight
Could bring a friend, we could get to it right (yeah)

Look at these bitches on me
Fuck is you talkin’ ′bout? (Oh)
Bitches on me and my homies
Tryna get all the clout (yeah-yeah)
She just want the money like it’s all free
′Cause I got a lot of racks on me

Look at these bitches on me (oh, yeah)
Fuck is you talkin’ ‘bout? (Fuck is you talkin′ ′bout?)
Bitches on me and my homies
Tryna get all the clout (yeah, oh, she)
She just want the money like it’s all free (all free)
′Cause I got a lot of racks on me

Lot of racks on me
Lot of racks on me
On me, on me, oh
Lot of racks on me
Lot of racks on me
(Ah-ah)
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Ooh-ooh (oh-oh)
‘Cause I got a lot of racks on me

Look at these bitches on me
Fuck is you talkin′ ‘bout?
Bitches on me and my homies
Tryna get all the clout
She just want the money like it′s all free
‘Cause I got a lot of racks on me

Look at these bitches on me
Fuck is you talkin’ ′bout?
Bitches on me and my homies
Tryna get all the clout (oh, she)
She just want the money like it′s all free
‘Cause I got a lot of racks on me
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Party (Letra) – Chris Brown ft. Gucci Mane, Usher


Letras da musica:
Party (Letra) – Chris Brown ft. Gucci Mane, Usher
(Usher & Chris Brown:):::
Oh, hey
Yeah, it’s Breezy
Yeah, yeah, yeah

(Chris Brown:):::
Pulled up on your bitch, tell your man I’m sorry
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin’ out the ‘rari
Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
When I’m with my clique, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party

(Chris Brown:):::
Bitches dancin’ naked in my livin’ room
She straight out of college, just turned 22
Girl, get your money up, I ain’t even mad at you
Got you all on me, makin’ these niggas catchin’ attitudes
Tell ‘em don’t start it, my niggas retarded
Fuck the judge and the sentence, huh, I got a good lawyer
I got a few girls on the way, baby girl, you ain’t leavin’
It’s my birthday with the cake, fuck it up, then let me eat it

(Chris Brown:):::
Pulled up on your bitch, tell your man I’m sorry
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin’ out the ‘rari
Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
When I’m with my clique, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party

(Usher:):::
Yeah, I just got the ring, I think I deserve a toast
Shout out to my team, we be out there doin’ the most
Girl, come to my place, but don’t bring no clothes
Let’s be dirty babe, baby, drop it low
Pop rubber bands all on her ass, baby be hittin’ the weakness
All in the back, dishin’ the cash, make me if you need it
I got a few girls on the way, baby girl, you ain’t leavin’
It’s my birthday with the cake, lick it all, let me eat it

(Chris Brown:):::
Pulled up on your bitch, tell your man I’m sorry
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin’ out the ‘rari
Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
When I’m with my clique, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party

(Gucci Mane:):::
It’s party, party, party like a nigga just got out of jail
Flyin’ in my ‘rari like a bat that just flew outta hell
I’m from the east of ATL, but ballin’ in the Cali hills
Lil mama booty boomin’, that bitch movin’ and she standin’ still
I know these bitches choosin’ me, but I got 80 on me still
I’m tryna fuck, who tryna chill? ‘Cause I’m just tryna pay some bills
I’m multi millionare LaFlare, just watch it, cost a quarter M
Just look at me and look at them, I smashed her on my first attempt
Like Scarface bitch, the world is mine, you should read the blimp
So either you gon’ take a ride, or you gon’ stay with him
‘Cause I got places I can be, I get yo ass on the scene
Gucci, CB VIP, so fuck them niggas, look at me, Wop

(Chris Brown:):::
Pulled up on your bitch, tell your man I’m sorry
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin’ out the ‘rari
Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
When I’m with my clique, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party

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Yellow Tape (Letra) – Chris Brown


Yellow Tape (Letra) – Chris Brown

Letras da musica:
Wait a sec, wait a minute
Don’t compare me to them other niggas
Never fear, Smith & Wesson
I’m about to go to war, gon’ pleasure bitches
Where the real friends at when you really need ‘em?
When I was locked up in the county, I ain’t even see ‘em
I got my own lane, lonely
What happen to the bitches in the party?
A 100 bottles that was every weekend
Bitches bodied in my crib like the Colosseum
After 3 AM, you know we getting freaky
Hella one night stands, we just catching feelings
Tired of the fake loving
Fake Hollywood, fake passion
Fake gang banging and they claiming on pop shit
Fake titties and cocaine in they nostrils, I be cryin’

Too with it, nigga, bring a bottle
And if it’s my time to go, I’m taking everybody
Don’t care, my nigga, we shootin’ anybody
And if it ain’t your girl, then nigga, don’t worry about it
I hear ‘em talking down on me, down on me
But where they at when I ain’t got a 100 rounds on me?
I think I had it up to here, my niggas
You know your killers, they fear my niggas
So what you tryna tryna do, tryna tryna do?
Dancing round the issue, bitch you know you’re running out of moves
I keep it real my nigga
This Richard Mille hella clear, cost a mil my nigga
Yeah, give a fuck about how you feel, my nigga
Got the mic at the horror room and we feel like thriller
Passive aggressive bitches always acting all timid
But hope you make no money, but I rather help you spend it
Had a meeting with the devil last week
Couldn’t believe what he said to me
To take this contract, signature please
You can have it all, but you know your soul, I’ma keep that
Bad luck, bad luck, yeah you know it come in threes
Bet I never did this, I’m the only one who sees
I’ve got the fire blazing, burning all the weed
I think this hell ain’t hotter than this fucking Hennessy, yeah

Two feet off the ground, oh oh, like
Why am I living here?
Up and down, up and down
I think I might drown from my tears
I cry
Just might being sold
Too many tears, I’m thinking ‘bout ending here
Wanna prepare brought your roulette with the pistol

Bang, bang, bang, hear the sirens say
Wahyo, wahyo, wahyo, get behind the yellow tape
Bang, bang, bang, hear the sirens say
Wahyo, wahyo, wahyo, get behind the yellow tape
Bang, bang, bang, hear the sirens say
Don’t shoot, don’t shoot, get behind the yellow tape
Don’t shoot, don’t shoot, don’t shoot, don’t shoot, get behind the yellow tape

Wonder if God got a sense of humor
I hope you know that he can see all the shit you doing
My mama said no matter how that he still listen to me
Taking temptation and fornication, you know I love the pussy
Mister assume there no connection, it was all assumptions
She just wanna fuck
Whatever happened to us love making?
You don’t wanna be in the club