Chris Brown Ft. Se7en - Touch Me (Like U Touchin Urself) Lyrics

Chris Brown Ft. Se7en - Touch Me (Like U Touchin Urself) Lyrics

I don’t appreciate your scent or your kiss
But I girl I love it
Any time there’s a time,
You give me one of the greatest gifts
I want you to

I want you to love me
Like you never loved nobody else
And I want you to touch me
Like you were touching yourself

So baby come over (I’m on my way girl)
If you take your time
You can love me right (Gonna love it, uh-huh, set the time girl)
If you want me to slow it down
(I do, do you, I will, will you, I will)
And while you do the deal, try not to make a sound

Girl, it’s okay, cause I want you to feel me, yeah
Cause your daddy’s girl, I’mma show you how to love,
How to love me girl

So lay down right there
So you can hold my head
While I’m kissing on your thighs
Girl I just need it one more time

I want you to love me
Like you never loved nobody else (can you do me girl)
And I want you to touch me
Like you were touching yourself

And as I look into your eyes
Your body screaming for my love
No fear, just me,
And as you feel me inside
My passion fits like a glove
No more fear, just you and me

I want you to love me
Like you never loved nobody else
And I want you to touch me
Like you were touching yourself

Chris Brown - Turn Up The Music Lyrics

Chris Brown - Turn Up The Music Lyrics

[chris brown]
turn up the music, cause this song just came on
turn up the music, if they try to turn us down
turn up the music, can i hear it til the speakers blow
turn up the music, fill your cup and drink it down

if you’re sexy and you know it put your hands up in the air
put your hands up in the air, girl, put your hands up
if you’re sexy and you know it put your hands up in the air
put your hands up in the air, girl, put your hands up

turn up the music, just turn it up loud
turn up the music, i need it in my life, yeah
turn up the music, just turn it up loud
turn up the music, i need it in my life, yeah

oh, oh, oh, oh
turn up the music
oh, oh, oh, oh
turn up the music

turn up the music
tu-turn up the…

turn up the music cause the sun just came up
turn up the music, if they try to turn us down
turn up the music, cause i’m trying to hear the speakers blow
turn up the music, fill your cup and drink it down

if you’re sexy and you know it put your hands up in the air
put your hands up in the air, girl, put your hands up
if you’re sexy and you know it put your hands up in the air
put your hands up in the air, girl, put your hands up

and turn up the music, just turn it up loud
turn up the music, i need it in my life, yeah
turn up the music, just turn it up loud
turn up the music, i need it in my life, yeah

oh, oh, oh, oh
turn up the music
oh, oh, oh, oh

save my life, all i wanna do is party
so dj turn it up
girl, dance with me, just dance with me
girl can i see that, i really wanna touch that
maybe can i beat that (don’t stop the)
turn it up (just dance with me)
turn it up (just dance with me)
turn it up (just dance with me)
turn it up (just dance with me)
turn it up (just dance with me)
turn it up (just dance with me)
turn it up (just dance with me)
turn it up

turn up the music, just turn it up loud
turn up the music, i need it in my life, yeah
turn up the music, just turn it up loud
turn up the music, i need it in my life, yeah

oh, oh, oh, oh
can you turn it up, girl
oh, oh, oh, oh
can you turn it up, baby

turn it up (just dance with me)
turn it up (just dance with me)
turn it up (just dance with me)
turn it up (just dance with me)
turn it up (just dance with me)
turn it up (just dance with me)
turn it up (just dance with me)
turn it up
turn up the music

Chris Brown Ft. Kevin McCall - Mona Lisa Lyrics

Chris Brown Ft. Kevin McCall - Mona Lisa Lyrics

[chris brown:]
girl you wanna play with me baby
money ain’t a thing cause i got paper
i’m looking at your body
you about to get exactly what you came for
now i can throw it up throw it up

break it down down down
even if it ain’t loud she gets me aroused
slow it up slow it up slow it down
you the shit you the shit
go ahead play with it baby
cause i’ma keep my hands to myself

and my back on the wall
now i’m playing with it baby
i know you don’t give a fuck
cause you gon’ get your money up

i, i, i
get your ass up on that pole
get this money in my hand
i, i, i
all this money dripping on you
like paint from a mona lisa
drop it to the flo’ bitch
all this money dripping on you
like paint from a mona lisa

[kevin mccall:]
i fucked with my first bitch
i upgrade my second broad
corporate my credit card
vintaged out my fucking watch
vintaged out my fucking cars
no… just fucking yacht
your new bitch, my old bitch
you can have the hoe cause she talk a lot
now get your ass up on this pole, you can get this money
now i got them carats, i got all them playboy bunnies
i’m throwing them honies
racks on top of racks and they backs look like…

[chris brown:]
and they ass big as some mountain
put my drink on it, she cold
my zipper down but my money up
better get your ass up on that pole
two mo’ shots then i’m out, black, black then i reload
… might earn 20 more, get yo ass up on that pole
damn look at lakeisha getting that money just like a zesta
all of these bunnies hopping and popping
you fighting to get up in my 2 seater
my chain, 6 rings

i, i, i
get your ass up on that pole
get this money in my hand
i, i, i
all this money dripping on you
like paint from a mona lisa
drop it to the flo’ bitch
all this money dripping on you
like paint from a mona lisa

i don’t make it rain
nigga i make a monsoon like a tidal wave
me taking 23 shots, that’s a mj
i mean a fadeaway, we ’bout to fadeaway

she said she like my pants
i think she like my pockets
bitch i’m in the building counting millions
you should try it
yeah what d’you mean
she tried to kiss me, i said stop it
put that money in the face then she get that pussy popping

i, i, i
get your ass up on that pole
get this money in my hand
i, i, i
all this money dripping on you
like paint from a mona lisa
drop it to the flo’ bitch
all this money dripping on you
like paint from a mona lisa

Chris Brown - Don’t Wake Me Up Lyrics

Chris Brown - Don’t Wake Me Up Lyrics

dear beloved,
if this love will exist in my dreams,
don’t wake me up,

chris brown verse

too much light in this window,
don’t wake me up,
only coffee no sugar inside my cup,
if i wake and u here still gimme a kiss,
i was in this dreamin about to lapse,

chorus
don’t wake me up,up,up,up,up,
don’t wake me up,up,up,up,up,
don’t wake me up,up,up,up,up,
don’t wake me up..
don’t wake me
don’t wake me up………………………
don’t wake me up………………………
don’t wake me up………………………
yeah…
don’t wake me up,up,up,up,up,
don’t wake me up,up,up,up,up,
don’t wake me up,up,up,up,up,
don’t wake me
don’t wake me

chris brown verse
so much light in the city you wont believe,
been awake some days now no time to sleep,
if ur heart ever fell out this love is the bed,
tell me what is the music inside my head,

chorus
don’t wake me up,up,up,up,up,
don’t wake me up,up,up,up,up,
don’t wake me up,up,up,up,up,
don’t wake me up..
don’t wake me
don’t wake me up,,,
don’t wake me up,,
don’t wake me up...
yeah…
don’t wake me up,up,up,up,up,
don’t wake me up,up,up,up,up,
don’t wake me up,up,up,up,up,
don’t wake me
don’t wake me

i dont wanna fall asleep now,
i dont wanna fall for u,
i dont wanna fall asleep now,
i dont wanna fall for u,

i dont wanna fall asleep now,
i dont wanna fall for u,
i dont wanna fall asleep now,
i dont wanna fall for u,

Chris Brown Ft. Teyana Taylor - Push Me Up Lyrics

Chris Brown Ft. Teyana Taylor - Push Me Up Lyrics

come follow me and take my hand now
… body in, in a state of mind
but beat is taking over my…
and this is my favorite part, part, part

i need it here, and hear it louder now
tell the dj turn it up
this can be addictive i know, i don’t want it to stop, stop
cause i’m not ready to go, go
now let this beat drop

tonight it’s you and me,… disagree
this ain’t all in my mind…
breathing slowly, need you to pull me closely
we’ll party till morning time
i need you to push me up higher
push me up higher, turn me up louder
turn me up, turn me up
push me up higher
push me up higher, turn me up louder
turn me up, turn me up
…
i don’t wanna stop, stop, don’t wanna stop
i got a smile on my face now,
cause the dj’s playing what i wanna hear now
… he better not stop, oh
baby won’t you come along, and take my hand
spin me around, take me to the ground, ground, oh ground

and tell me how the sounds, sounds, sounds, oh

tonight it’s you and me,… disagree
this ain’t all in my mind…
breathing slowly, need you to pull me closely
we’ll party till morning time
i need you to push me up higher
push me up higher, turn me up louder
turn me up, turn me up
push me up higher
push me up higher, turn me up louder
turn me up, turn me up

can you feel the beat, it’s making me loosing control
going out my mind babe, you know
i don’t wanna leave the dance floor, whoa, oh

tonight it’s you and me,… disagree
this ain’t all in my mind…
breathing slowly, need you to pull me closely
we’ll party till morning time
i need you to push me up higher
push me up higher, turn me up louder
turn me up, turn me up
push me up higher
push me up higher, turn me up louder
turn me up, turn me up.

Chris Brown - Hit It Lyrics

Chris Brown - Hit It Lyrics

now what i do,
so what i do,
betta tellem what i do,
when it comes to this game sh*t i know how to move,
i am a fresh kid check my style meter,
fresh to def kid call me soul heater,

i make em drop it low they do my dance all on the floor,
into the floor baby and then out of the door,
must be outta my head like my brains scrambled like eggs,
get the cameras off me n*gga hop the bar n*gga hop it for my deed,
my style is super sick !! and there aint no competitors,
and they can sh*t cuz they can pray cuz m the predator,

i i rock,
m the sh*t u turds,
check my ipod,
such a f*ckin nerve,
m flyin higher than the fire on the sirens,
when the plane is slowly flyin then blowing sky haven cars,

lemme see that as* on the floor,
if i give it you i know u gonna want mine,
i wanna see that how you do that on ya toe,
on mark bet ya ready get set go,

where she goin,aah.
she goin, ahh..
she goin, ahh..
she goin, ahh..

she gotta colour lil booty as she throwin back,

and when she throw it back i gotta throw a rack,
she goin, ahh..
she goin, ahh..
she goin, ahh..

she gotta colour lil booty as she throwin back,
and when she throw it back i gotta throw a rack,
she goin, ahh..
she goin, ahh..
she goin, ahh..

lemme see that as* on the floor,
if i give it you i know u gonna want mine,
i wanna see that how you do that on ya toe,
on mark bet ya ready get set go,

hit it..
hit it..
hit it..
she go she go lemme

hit it..

she go she go lemme

let go let go let go..

hit it..

hit it..

hit it..
lemme hit it..

i told ya is that right,
m the coldest here,
wat the f*ck ya talkin i got my chandelier,
air homie down like diamond here like..

clap for me b*tch..
clap for me b*tch..

Chris Brown - Thinking Out Loud Lyrics

Chris Brown - Thinking Out Loud Lyrics

hey, hey, hey, this is for my girl
hey, hey, hey, this is for my girl, girl, girl, girl
hey, hey, hey, this is for my girl
hey, hey, hey, this is for my girl

i do the same, thing, be in the party every weekend
but tonight it’s just a little bit different
i love the bang bang, and all these shawtiess got me feeling
like they wanna do the same thing with me
double date, it’s 2 of them looking at me
like they ready to leave

i can’t explain it, cause i ain’t even ready to leave
but they pressuring me
they want me to top that, yeah
and i can feel them all over me
or maybe it’s just all in my head,
but if you want it girl, i’m good boy, good boy, come on, come on
i’m the mood, shawty you turn me on
she thought, uh baby, uh baby, it won’t be long
a freaky invitation

i know what you’re saying, i’m feeling it too
i’m out of my … but i can hear you thinking, you thinking out loud
i can hear you thinking, you thinking out loud
girl i can hear you thinking, you thinking out loud
i can hear you thinking, you thinking out loud, oh

y’all must be on one,
one too many shots of henny got you hella touching, feeling on each other
i’m bout to go dumb, and i can tell what you been thinking
reading your bodies like close captures, loud and clear

sound so sexy to me, shawty if you agree, let’s get out of here
y’all ain’t even got to say a damn thing
cause i can tell, they want me to top that
and i can feel them all over me
or maybe it’s just all in my head,
but if you want it girl, i’m good boy, good boy, come on, come on
i’m the mood, shawty you turn me on
she thought, uh baby, uh baby, it won’t be long
a freaky invitation

i know what you’re saying, i’m feeling it too
i’m out of my … but i can hear you thinking, you thinking out loud
i can hear you thinking, you thinking out loud
girl i can hear you thinking, you thinking out loud
i can hear you thinking, you thinking out loud, oh yeah

ladies, we can slip right out the back door
so we can get into some wild things
all that patron got you loose huh, loose huh
let’s head back to my place, not thinking nicki but ménage yay
you want it now and i can’t play
now gonna make me love you tonight

i know what you’re saying, i’m feeling it too
i’m out of my … but i can hear you thinking, you thinking out loud
i can hear you thinking, you thinking out loud
girl i can hear you thinking, you thinking out loud
i can hear you thinking, you thinking out loud, oh.

Chris Brown - Wait For You Lyrics

Chris Brown - Wait For You Lyrics

oh baby, see i’m asking me girl
cause all of the crazy things that go through my head
whoa, oho, no
it’s seems just like the perfect move after time
for me to make you mine

you’re sexy from head to toe

you say you think we should wait a while
and then right be …
but i won’t complain, it could have been anywhere else but … here with me, oh yeah
please, as long as i got you here right here next to me, i’ll say
no who oho, …for you, yes i will, oho, whoa
i sad i’ll wait for you
i just wanna love ya, lord knows that i can wait for the day

Chris Brown Ft. Bow Wow - 2 Young 2 Give A Fuck Lyrics

Chris Brown Ft. Bow Wow - 2 Young 2 Give A Fuck Lyrics

[Chris Brown:]
Yeah flow stupid
This is how I do it
Maybach flow nigga you are in the Buick
Your girl a doodoo momma
So you know I don’t give 2 shits
Ain’t no grey area
I just breed them blue pits

[Bow Wow:]
Niggas talk tough but they don’t want it though
Confront it to your face and then I’ll tell your man that he a hoe
Bow Wizzle I’m as real as it gets
I’m either getting money or boning a chick

[Chris Brown:]
Counting all this money
All these bottles we popping
In a club with the models
Got so many options
Nigga talk your shit
Yeah they hate me they watching
They know my flow ill
I be spitting and hulking, biatch
At 15 the Bentley was a kid’s dream
Now these couple links got me speaking like I’m European
A hundred thousand packed at the show in Manila
Then I’m down in Africa where the kids are the killers
Got a mind of a king but a heart of a gorilla
You can imitate but ain’t nobody realer

[Bow Wow:]
Yeah I’m counting all this money
Milli for the Bugatti
And my girl ass thick like Buffy the body
And which one I’ma choose
I think her with the woos
I keep paper like the kid in elementary school
You know I’m smoking on the finest
G5 to the islands
I’m too fly yeah it’s like I’m on autopilot
Man stop it I’m way outta your league
See it’ll take a lifetime to spend all this cheese
I got a new bitch for erryday of the week
Suck a nigga off until I’m fast asleep

[Chris Brown:]
You know…
Take it back to the hood
Screaming father forgive us
All my killers what’s good
You know my flow is like murder
Go on give me a sentence
Got too many bars you think I’m building a prison
Anything that I sing is a hit, car collision
How you got all that mouth and your heart is missing

[Bow Wow:]
Stop playing with me y’all lames to me
Me and Chris got our weight up
Better your cake up
Like G&C get your weight up

Chris Brown - Trumpet Lights Lyrics

Chris Brown - Trumpet Lights Lyrics

It’s time to celebrate like I just touched down
Know we getting ready to party
I’ma show you how
Yeah shit happens but tonight we don’t care
I just wanna see you put your hands in the air and say

Hey little mama all that ass in them pants
Drop it like you’re single even though you got a man
Puerto Rican with a Spanish accent
Hands on the floor dancing like we sexing

Gonna be the, I’m gonna be the
Gonna be the, I’m gonna be the
Gonna be the, I’m gonna be the
Gonna be the, I’m gonna be the one you

You wanna be bad tonight
Baby look at you
You gotta be bad enough
Oh yeah mama let me hear you say

I just wanna do some
Pretty little things for ya
I just wanna be your
Your love oh

I’ma be the one baby
I’m gonna be the one baby

Gonna be the, I’m gonna be the
Gonna be the, I’m gonna be the
Gonna be the, I’m gonna be the
Gonna be the, I’m gonna be the one you

Chris Brown - 2 Complicated Lyrics

Chris Brown - 2 Complicated Lyrics

shared glasses and cigarettes
there’s a lock .. up inside of me
and i have so many regrets
this isn’t how things used to be
and ..neevr satisfied
guess what i stop f*cking tryin
guess up and guess you didn’t know your ..

but it’s always you
i’m always wrong anything like you
and i always got awar with you
and i lose yeah yeah
i’m a sell it dude gotta keep coming back to you
‘cause it’s feeling like deja-vu
my head spinnin around and got me sayin

chorus:
i i i
your way 2 complicated
i i i i i can’t no longer take it
i i i i we’re no good let ‘s just base it
i i i i ‘cause your way 2 complicated

here such a snobby girl

used to think you were a queen
damn shawty did rain on my parade
same old silly games you play
this is such a waste of time
i’m starting to think that you’re insane

Chris Brown Ft. Kevin McCall, Se7en - Spend It All Lyrics

Chris Brown Ft. Kevin McCall, Se7en - Spend It All Lyrics

Go ‘head, do ya dance
I know you see all of this money in my hand

And if you keep doin it for me
I’m a spend it all [x2]

Just got my check I’m bout to spend it on the whole club
Half of these niggas can’t pay rent after it’s ova
Two chicks me, hit bipolar
Jamaican-Indian chicks they totem pole up

The way you move ya body girl
Make me wanna feel ya body girl
Girl I know you want it, ain’t no change for all these hundreds
I’m about to make it rain, they should change your name to stormy
Girl you know my dick’s enormous
Girl I love your performance
She said she was from New Orleans
Tryna sting her like a hornet
Upgrade her, that’s a bonus
Her booty that’s what I’m bonin’

Go ‘head, do ya dance
I know you see all of this money in my hand

And if you keep doin it for me
I’m a spend it all [x2]

It’s alright, it’s ok
Girl just keep poppin’ that booty in my face

And if you keep poppin’ dat booty
I’m a spend it all [x2]

Leggo, my eyes shit cause her booty all in my face
I touch, no computer she in myspace

Damn look at mami lose it watch her girate
Breezy up in this bitch like a vibrate

[?] V.I.P. with 2 of them
Got 2 cheeks use your booty for the A.T.M.
Credit cards, take off your bra have a menage
Particular, vehicular, call me the sarge

Round booty from the A-Town
Pull her hair, can’t see nothing from the waist down
For them dollars make her holler like “woah”
And my transactions got them Jacksons, Michael

You corny rappers can’t be serious
Cause deep down we know you pussy, period.
So now it’s back to getting more hoes
You niggas lack delivery, Digiorno

Go ‘head, do ya dance
I know you see all of this money in my hand

And if you keep doin it for me
I’m a spend it all [x2]

It’s alright, it’s ok
Girl just keep poppin’ that booty in my face

And if you keep poppin’ dat booty
I’m a spend it all [x2]

I’m feeling myself, done had a couple drinks, I start to feeling myself
I start to dance up on ya feeling under your belt
I need a tipper, when I’m dancing you put the money on my thighs
Just watch me real low but I’m a need a lil more if I’m a take it all off
Need you to dig in your pocket it’s deeper
You say you a spender, then put your money where your mouth is

Go ‘head, do ya dance
I know you see all of this money in my hand

And if you keep doin it for me
I’m a spend it all [x2]

It’s alright, it’s ok
Girl just keep poppin’ that booty in my face

And if you keep poppin’ that booty
I’m a spend it all [x2]

Chris Brown Ft. Se7en, Kevin McCall - Private Dancer Lyrics

Chris Brown Ft. Se7en, Kevin McCall - Private Dancer Lyrics

[Chris Brown:]
Yeah I would like this dance little mama,
I thought you’d never ask,
I got a lot of cash,
Especially marked for ya, yeah,
‘Cause you the hottest thing up in this club.
I can tell when you hit the stage,
Baby you gettin’ paid,
Your booty is my magnet,
You, lookin’ like Jessica Rabbit,
Puttin’ these, other chicks in their casket, yeah.

[Breakdown:]
Hey gorgeous like,
Come sit on my lap,
Now let me tell you what I’m here for,
I’m lookin’ to build this position,
And baby, girl you fit the description, yeah.

[Chorus:]
Private dancer,
My private dancer,
Said you gon’ be my private dancer,
Just pack your things up ’cause you’re coming home with me tonight.
Private dancer,
My private dancer,
You gon’ be my private dancer,
Just pack your things up ’cause you’re coming home with me tonight.

I can quadruple what you’re making
I’ll make your job description so clear.
You ain’t gotta worry about your boss,
I already paid him off, my dear.
See I got a mansion in the Hamptons,
And a club, and a back bar,
Tender and a chef what else do you really need?
It’s your show,
Well anything goes,
You ain’t gotta worry you can lose control.

[Breakdown:]
Hey gorgeous like,
Come sit on my lap,
Now let me tell you what I’m here for,
I’m lookin’ to build this position,
And baby, girl you fit the description, yeah

[Chorus:]
Private dancer,
My private dancer,
Said you gon’ be my private dancer,
Just pack your things up ’cause you’re coming home with me tonight.
Private dancer,
My private dancer,
You gon’ be my private dancer,
Just pack your things up ’cause you’re coming home with me tonight.

[Kevin McCall:]
K-mac,
I, I, I be, I be in the strip club with my hands up,
Trickin’ like I’m flippin’, I be spendin’ all my ends up,
Even if I never leave my seat she make me stand up,
See, that’s why I could never move to Atlanta.
All about a bucks you would think she came from Tampa,
She stay on that new shit no wonder why she’s pampered,
Get it? She gon’, she gon’ let me hit it,
I can’t wait til we alone ’cause I want your full attention.
We could take this to my crib,
Got a stripper pole up in it,
Girl you know I love it when you pop that shit for pimpin’.
My private dancer, yeah, you the realist,
I’m a call you franchise ’cause you can get the business.

[Chorus:]
Private dancer,
My private dancer,
Said you gon’ be my private dancer,
Just pack your things up ’cause you’re coming home with me tonight,
Private dancer,
My private dancer,
You gon’ be my private dancer,
Just pack your things up ’cause you’re coming home with me tonight

Chris Brown - Sweetheart Lyrics

Chris Brown - Sweetheart Lyrics

sweetheart,
when the sunlights on your face
hope that faith can have it sweet today
sweetheart,
like i’m drifting on the stars
know you’re in a rush and my loves on the way

and i love that you are everything that i want
and if you need anything from me
you can just ask me!
cause your touch does something to me baby
cause you’re my greatest gift,
we can seal it with a kiss
and i just wanna tell you that you are sweetheart is what you are
i said a swetheart is what you are
sweetheart!

if i could take all the girls around the world and put em in a room
none of them could compare to you
and i put together all the pieces
the only thing that’s missing is you
yeah, it’s you, yeah

and i love that you are everything that i want
and if you need anything from me
you can just ask me!
cause your touch does something to me baby
cause you’re my greatest gift,
we can seal it with a kiss
and i just wanna tell you that you are sweetheart is what you are
i said a swetheart is what you are
sweetheart!

band in your hair scent of your parfume, girl
nothing compares to you, to you!
and i’m in paradise you look so good in my eyes!
and now i have her eyes in front of me
you not, you not
but you are the real for me
real love,
real love
if you really really love somebody
hands up, for your love
if you really really love somebody
i said hands up, for your love
if you really really love somebody
now i can see that it’s more then what you are

baby you are sweetheart is what you are
i said a swetheart is what you are
sweetheart!
band in your hair scent of your parfume, girl
nothing compares to you, to you!
and i’m in paradise you look so good in my eyes!
and now i have her eyes in front of me
you are the real for me

Chris Brown Ft. Kevin McCall, Diesel, Swizz Beats - Freaky I'm Iz Lyrics

Chris Brown Ft. Kevin McCall, Diesel, Swizz Beats - Freaky I’m Iz Lyrics

get fresh baby this is your song,
put your good shoes and your lipstick on,
get fresh baby this is your song,
you said you want a freak, i’mma give you what you want.

whole lot of sex, whole lot of liquor,
whole lot of chicks, not a lot of niggas,
not my party, all about the bitches,
sexy model, ass like alicia’s,
see my main chick, she got that good shit,
and her gang vicious so i call her sid,
girl you better be careful,
bragging on a dick now your friends want a sample,
fuck a 69, its 696,
i be the 9, both ya’ll the 6,
you go both ways, get a load of this,
beat it so hard, now she gotta take a piss,
then you can’t even walk in the morning,
go to work yawning, …
man your girlfriends on it,
ain’t no fun if you ain’t sharing with the homies.

chorus:
i’ll make you run and tell your friends
how freaky i’m iz,
i’ll make you run and tell your friends
how freaky i’m iz,
i’ll make you run and tell your friends
how freaky i’m iz,
how freaky i’m iz,
how freaky i’m iz.

i’ma have you telling all the business,
by the way that i be giving you the business,
i’ll make you run and tell your friends
how freaky i’m iz,
how freaky i’m iz,
how freaky i’m iz.

when my jeans come down, the surfs coming up,
thong to the side, she feel it in her guts,
ass in the air, fucking up your weave,
pulling on your hair baby let me hear you scream,
this white game mean, i make a bitch cry,
i lick your lips to your tits to your thighs,
throw you on your side, im working out the kinks,
you sweating out the sheets, girl you fucking with a freak,
she told you i’m a beast? well, she aint never lie,
i can go on both of you at the same time,
taking that pussy, bitch this mine,
throw that shit back, put an arch in your spine,
i never waste time but i aint in a rush,
hit it like a champ, i beat the pussy up,
he give you little taps, i beat the pussy up,
got her telling all her friends how the kid do her stuff.

chorus:
i’ll make you run and tell your friends
how freaky i’m iz,
i’ll make you run and tell your friends
how freaky i’m iz,
i’ll make you run and tell your friends
how freaky i’m iz,
how freaky i’m iz,
how freaky i’m iz.

i’ma have you telling all the business,
by the way that i be giving you the business,
i’ll make you run and tell your friends
how freaky i’m iz,
how freaky i’m iz,
how freaky i’m iz.

i see ‘em with they hands up and i’m making sure i don’t leave no ladies out,
i need a dirty dancer cause baby i can guarantee i’mma turn you out,
so all my sexy girls say, ooooh
all my sexy girls say, oooooh,
girl i’m so nasty yeah, me have to tell you all the girlies love me
i put work in till you can’t take it,
you screaming and we’re butt naked,
pull your hair girl, i’ll kiss you girl to take you down,
you got it, you telling everybody all about it.

chorus:
i’ll make you run and tell your friends
how freaky i’m iz,
i’ll make you run and tell your friends
how freaky i’m iz,
i’ll make you run and tell your friends
how freaky i’m iz,
how freaky i’m iz,
how freaky i’m iz.

i’ma have you telling all the business,
by the way that i be giving you the business,
i’ll make you run and tell your friends
how freaky i’m iz,
how freaky i’m iz,
how freaky i’m iz.
this what you want, this what you need!
this what you need? right!
this what you get!

Chris Brown Ft. Berner, Wiz Khalifa, Big KRIT - Yoko Lyrics

Chris Brown Ft. Berner, Wiz Khalifa, Big KRIT - Yoko Lyrics

impress a couple bands
blow a hundred fast,
i just made a hundred of a fifty…
what ‘em bad asian bitches,
holding down my city ad
..’em girls from the… with ‘their pretty faces
wrong thing you don’t want them …
pop another bottle, shooting, curse at the crowd,
.. i’m a stunner, but no! i ain’t …
young dude with the lazy flow,
watch all these ladies go!
crazy wanna pull him right beside him,
i do about thirty here i’m just in the…
i smile like dirty money plus this cookie that i’m lighting,
big buckets full of ice with bottles with fire inside ‘em, uh!

chorus:
i call ‘em yoko ono, ono, ono, ono
only ride solo, solo, solo, solo!
wishing for the dodo, dodo, dodo,
wanna get up, rise, shooting you alive
she a man eater, scream …
you can never leave her!
you ain’t never had her, so you could never keep her
tripping on the next man,
you can’t have her either, either.
call her yoko ono!

got a bow, low… and amazing…
all vacations steady… with jamaican whores!
i got cash, but i don’t care what you’re making home,
fifty thousand on my wrist, i’m feeding eskimos.
damn! put the a on the shit
but a hundred fucking bottles,
let ‘em spray in this bitch!
my money flow real, home
i do real…
and you know i kill songs,
let’s burn a cd and weed, already now!
look at me, rose, i’m on nigger!
fifteen grands on what?
that’s just my phone, nigger!
northern california, the broads look like…, nigger
..make that switch, yeah, it’s crazy bitch!

chorus:
i call ‘em yoko ono, ono, ono, ono
only ride solo, solo, solo, solo!
wishing for the dodo, dodo, dodo,
wanna get up, rise, shooting you alive
she a man eater, scream …
you can never leave her!
you ain’t never had her, so you could never keep her
tripping on the next man,
you can’t have her either, either.
call her yoko ono!

shades on, ..
me leaving here alone, that’s …
not a stoner, bitch, but she like me,
trying to get that final cut like…
i check ‘em whores …
take ‘em home and let ‘em..
don’t live… the fantasies
even got a couple back bitches overseas
..when i’m shopping and my back fill..
i just start to ask … that i lost …
got these bad bitches ..

chorus:
i call ‘em yoko ono, ono, ono, ono
only ride solo, solo, solo, solo!
wishing for the dodo, dodo, dodo,
wanna get up, rise, shooting you alive
she a man eater, scream …
you can never leave her!
you ain’t never had her, so you could never keep her
tripping on the next man,
you can’t have her either, either.
call her yoko ono!

Chris Brown - First 48 Lyrics

Chris Brown - First 48 Lyrics

don’t make ‘em clap, make ‘em do that,
and when tehse niggers rap, they’d be like who that?
she’s in the party super wet with a pool at,
i got a big head, so my hair is just..
money to the ceiling, tell me where my roof at,
your pants too tight, maybe you’re just too fat!
just to cheat her with the ..
yeah, i … boy, i know why you’re too mad!
got my…
any girl… on me
i’mma give her a couple of drinks and then i put her ass to sleep
bed time, if she comes she’s a freak
then you read her.. line, ..fucking with cd.
what you mean? i’mma ball out!
i’m driving space shifts, i do my calls out
what i call a garage, you call a house
leaving that whole in the wall, you are…
baby like chris, you’re killing the soprano
..try to steal my keys, nigger, this ain’t no piano,
what you mean, i’m the president,
but fuck her by the…
..try to change the channel, cause these boys too much to handle,
all the bullshit i am hearing it
cause i’m… and i’m flushing you… killing shit,
only hear two words, nigger sit!
yeah! i’m the b e a st i’m in a… you’re in a low..
..the super love, the …
but it’s friday, what i’m smoking?
damn, man, all these cameras are bananas!
and the waitress hate me, hope she don’t spit in my sandwich,
yeah, i can’t get at me like a…
..respect me cause this boy in the kitchen.
yeah, but still i rock around too pride,
ladies mad at me cause i fuck too loud!
do you think i was police how i move cars?
.. two up two down!

..we’re the shit, boy so don’t step on it!
i’m all about my sight like a veteran,
and it’s getting too late, i didn’t take my medicine.
ok, ok, let me go, nigger be shining…
boy, look at all these diamonds, and my chains so heavy…
can’t see you ever since my shades, girl get me…
…what you call that perfect timing,
they call me hercules, just like… she’s working me
… she smoking to got … purple…
seven eleven here, no hands what she …
this is.. in my soul like ..set us free!

Chris Brown Ft. Se7en - Body On Mine Lyrics

Chris Brown Ft. Se7en - Body On Mine Lyrics

hot, hot thing, you look so…
my girl is the shit, your girl has no acid talk!
her booty is super thick, but her tongue is super small,
and when she dance her booty swallow up and drowns.
yeah, boy in the club i do my daddy,
bottle in my hand, me mugging like i’m ugly!
the models in my section, get ‘em uglies way from me,
and when they’re be like, i just play dummy.
and the party got ‘em white girls rolling like wow,
in the morning they’d be like what a fuck are my clothes?
please don’t tell nobody cause i don’t really do this,
short, what you think i’m still, bitch!
you’re o hurt, just to call me..
but shawty is spinning and he wanna call me poppa
apart me never meant a nigger like me,
i sip her.. so i guess…

chorus:
can we make this an after party?
is your body all up in my hands
spinning round and round?
can we make this a nasty party..
set your body on mine, body on mine,
take me down, take me down!

van’s on, so i get my dance on,
she said she fucked the whole crew i put my mens on
i threw my money on the table, tell her to dance on it,
i put the master out, she put the hands on it!
cool party shawty going naughty
only fuck a rock star and them boys is…
bitch i’m on your camera..
is she turn twenty one, i’mma drown her with the…
hmm, one fifty one
heart beating like a drum and my fist is kinda numb.
stop that shit, let the hate come in front
are mad cause i got your girlfriend…

chorus:
can we make this an after party?
is your body all up in my hands
spinning round and round?
can we make this a nasty party..
set your body on mine, body on mine,
take me down, take me down!

Chris Brown Ft. Joelle James - Leave The Club Lyrics

Chris Brown Ft. Joelle James - Leave The Club Lyrics

chorus:
i’mma make your body love when you leave the club
oh, all i really want you to do is scream my name
and nobody else … love me girl!
cause you got…

who is she? she got a special type of perfume
and …. full of tricks looking her move.
i feel guilty, cause i ain’t offered her no free vip yet
girl i know you wanna drink, just dance for me?
you not gonna regret cause i ain’t got.. all that hundreds,
girl you look so amazing when you do it!
there’s no one to.. to play my music, for her! huh, i bet you!

i can feel you looking my way
and my body is all alone here in the days, oh!
you think you gonna take me home,
you know i’m thinking it too
it’s on my mind!
cause i got ..all i got…
don’t look so amazing when i do it
why we’re still wasting time, let’s do it
get your car!

chorus:
i’mma make your body love when you leave the club
oh, all i really want you to do is scream my name
and nobody else … love me girl!
cause you got…

can you love,
yes i can love you!
i want you!
baby i want you, too!
do you love me?
i can love you
can you love? yeah!
yes i do! do you love me!
baby we can do it all night
till the morning like a rodeo
and you read by my side,
i got the glasses, i got the liquor,
i got the … i’m about to switch her…!

chorus:
i’mma make your body love when you leave the club
oh, all i really want you to do is scream my name
and nobody else … love me girl!
cause you got…

Chris Brown Ft. Se7en - 100 Bottles Lyrics

Chris Brown Ft. Se7en - 100 Bottles Lyrics

we’re in the mother fucking building!
a hundred fucking bottles
a hundred fucking bottles
a hundred fucking bottles
a hundred fucking bottles
a hundred fucking bottles
a hundred fucking bottles
stunned is my model
would you run a bad model ?
a hundred fucking bottles
a hundred fucking bottles
a hundred fucking bottles
i need a hundred fucking bottles
a hundred fucking bottles
a hundred fucking bottles
stunned is my model
would you run a bad model?

i’m like oh my god waiter,
we’ve parked out in this bitch,
and i’m feeling the hater… is hot up in this bitch!
pop up, you will never face me,
and i know why you hate me
cause my fucking cleaning lady
look hotter than your bitch,
and you know i’m about to spin
a hundred rocks upon this bar, bar.
you don’t wanna drink you wanna be known …
and i know that you.. use to reject,
..get the fuck upon my section!

chorus:
i’mma need a hundred fucking bottles
a hundred fucking bottles
a hundred fucking bottles
a hundred fucking bottles
i need a hundred fucking bottles
a hundred fucking bottles
a hundred fucking bottles
stunned is my model
would you run ‘em bad models?
a hundred fucking bottles
a hundred fucking bottles
a hundred fucking bottles
a hundred fucking bottles
a hundred fucking bottles
a hundred fucking bottles
stunned is my model
would you run ‘em bad models?

all up in the vip that shit look like a crown
guess .. got two hundred jazz, is coming to the house.
and we’re banging on ‘em magic.. fucking on the couch
all the better genies say she saw a genie that’s…
they say silence is gold, told my queen don’t make a sound
but these bottles i’m holding i’mma give ‘em to the crowd!
ah, that must be the shit they’re talking about
can you hear me now or i gotta say it loud?

chorus:
i need a hundred fucking bottles
a hundred fucking bottles
a hundred fucking bottles
a hundred fucking bottles
what you want?
i need a hundred fucking bottles
a hundred fucking bottles
a hundred fucking bottles
a hundred fucking bottles
stunned is my model
would you run ‘em bad models?
a hundred fucking bottles
a hundred fucking bottles
a hundred fucking bottles
stunned is my model
would you run ‘em bad models?

i see you standing in the back, baby
let me… you’re looking badder than the ..
you better send .. you’re picking up the..
so let me you by your…
so drunk, so high, babe
look at me it’s over, and over, i’m… hang over
you can tell by the look on my face i need

chorus:
i need a hundred fucking bottles
a hundred fucking bottles
a hundred fucking bottles
a hundred fucking bottles
i need a hundred fucking bottles
a hundred fucking bottles
a hundred fucking bottles
a hundred fucking bottles
stunned is my model
would you run ‘em bad models?
a hundred fucking bottles
a hundred fucking bottles
a hundred fucking bottles
stunned is my model
would you run ‘em bad models?