like the music I wanna see you turnt up, turnt up, turn'turnt up, I wanna see you turnt up, turnt up, she a fool with it, I wanna see you turnt up,
fuck with me But I don't fuck with nobody, I pull up in the back bitches waiting in the lobby [Chris Brown:] Come here, let me show you, do it like I
comin down with a tight drop with dem buck I dont give a fuck all them fuckin haters you know they stuck cause Im strapped witha 9 Im strapped witha 40
cause you bought you a new E 320, and you wanna be a hoe like me Now you done salted my game Told my girl I'm a player, and you bought her a ring You
, 5-0-3, A-Street and many more Reventual and Beverly's is full of fools with plenty heart And middle Main, Jefferson, Rappart longs in ya face With
So you get my point son You just don't trust no bitch, you know what I'm sayin? "Okay, daddy, I understand" Cause bitches ain't no good, you know what
and water Cross the line and you can prepare for the slaughter 'outta be shot what you looking for some credit bro' I got them rocks to get you high but you
, Lost in your eyes, I'm a fool and I know it! Chris Brown Should've Kissed You lyrics found on [Chorus] Hey, I should've kissed you, I should've told you, Told you
likes the Dirty Sanchez. Sometimes she even likes to fool around in your bed. She likes rough sex with handcuffs and I'll be honest, She likes me to Chris Brown
, you at the funeral with tears, sayin to yourself "you gotta' grow up" [Chorus: x16] You ain't a kid no more, I think it's time to grow, homie you better
OTIS? ! I'm back with the form like opis I go. Yeah And I'm a teach it so you learn right. You can't come on this ride you need to earn height. With
oh. Hologram) You want me to flip the switch So I I can be your victim. I ain't gotta slip up Like going it outside in the rain With no umbrella. What the hell you
the party, these niggas fuck with me But I don't fuck with nobody, I pull up in the back bitches waiting in the lobby [Chris Brown:] Come here, let
to introduce to you the future, The young , the new R&B prince, Chris Brown Spit flame, And me stick around ya boy Chris Brown [Verse 1: Chris] Have you
beat you with a branch from your family tree You see the way we get down son you don't want it And rob you like chris brown clown ya'll run it! [Chorus
-0-3, 8th Street and mini-mart Reventual and Beverly's is full of fools with plenty heart And Villa, Main, Jefferson, Rampart longs in ya face With Swisha
All you see is rupees when you Google Rubies in his doodoo Emeralds in his turban Nervous, swervin' in the Suburban in Durban All tan mans, they tangent to Tanzania With
