Tag: Chris Brown

Lyrics Chris Brown – Pills and automobiles

Baaaaby
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
I’m just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby), oh baby.(pills and automobiles)

B*tch, you outta line, why you waste my time?
I’m tryna smoke, tryna get high, see it in my eyes
I know she playin’ both sides, that b*tch tellin’ lies
But my dick give her a high, she down for the ride
Them hatin’ b*tches kill the vibe, f*ck it, live your life
Bad b*tches in Hawaii, umbrella with ice
10 bad b*tches on my side, make ’em all my wife
Smokin’ on the finest ganja, she like China white.

Poppin’ all these pills she said she used to it
She wanna go way up, okay baby, if you used to it
And I know that you’ll grow on me
And I know that you know what you’re doing

Wet, wet, wet, wet (yeah)
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, oh baby.

I’m a King baby
You from the hood but you a Queen baby
A*s fat it can’t even fit in them jeans, baby
Matchin’ Wraith with the stars, baby
I’m a street nigga, I’m supposed to really be behind bars, baby
Really wanna be faithful but this s**t hard, baby
Yup, I got the p***y first and then I ignored you
You f*cked another nigga, you ain’t loyal
I told you bring a friend, this s**t gettin’ borin’
She asked me what we are, we just cordial
I’m a gangsta I can make a wet, wet turn into a pool (splash)
She help me count the money in the trap then she go back to school
If a nigga ever play with bae, s**t it’s breaking news
She got 50 pointers on her neck, Pateks that’s matchin’ jewels.

Wet, wet, wet, wet (yeah)
Wet, wet, wet, wet (ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah)
Wet, wet, wet, wet (wet, yeah, wet)
Wet, wet, oh baby (wet, wet, wet).

I just wanna show you off, I don’t wanna do you wrong
Mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the flyest of ’em all?
I get money when I want, I can f*ck her if I want
Baby, you can take it off, I’m that nigga with the sauce (ayy, yeah)
Whole lot of Saint Laurent, can’t remember what it cost (ayy, yeah)
b*tch, I’m feelin’ like a boss, spit on it and lick it off (ayy, yeah)
You know we can run it up, tell me what you really want
I know I can break you off, come here lemme break you off
If you ever wanna f*ck, can I be the one you call?
If you wanna be a star, I can tell you what it cost
I was gonna put you on, I was gonna put you on
I was gonna change your life, girl but I don’t wanna break your heart.

Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Versuri-lyrics.info
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, oh baby.

Baaaby
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
I’m just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby), oh baby.

I can change your whole sauce, you a lil’ mo’ spicy (yeah)
Now you dealin’ with a boss, I might treat you rightly (nah)
No more Macy jewelry, baby, now you drippin’ icy (ayy)
You keep hangin’ ’round me, baby, you’ll start talkin’ like me
Got my own lingo, I can change your whole lil’ ego
I be swimmin’ in the money, baby, whish torpedo
I ain’t like these rapper niggas, they is not my stylo
I’ma call you back, I’m with my niggas shootin’ c-low
I might change my old ways for you, baby
I can change your whole wave, now you wavey
Now you glamorous​​, I’m out your element
I’m too reckless for you, girl, it’s evident.(pills and automobiles)

Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, oh baby.

Baaby
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
I’m just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
Just tryna change your life oh babyyy.(pills and automobiles)
Chris Brown lyrics
Video automobiles

[Intro]
Come on, girl..
You were my everything, all of you, when I sing
I feel your lips again, I feel your pussy wet
You were my special girl, all of you on my chest
Hide the hickey on your neck or else mom will be upset

[Hook]
All of you, were mine
All of you, were fine
All of you were dimes, I miss you all but I, but I, but I

[Verse]
I’ve been getting faded in the city, (hey)
Marilyn Monroe in my body keep me up ’til the mornin’
It’s 3:33 in the 6 on our way to the party
After clubbing
I ain’t ever yawning
Girl you know I’m in the zone now
I don’t wanna leave it to beat it up nah
Just to go in my dreams, don’t talk to my mom nah
She’s just gone down, she broke down
Oh hey, like she broke down, I know it, oh yeah
Her heart melt down when I got into this stuff
Boy in the city with a no-way sign
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Girl I can take you down
I’m into light skin girls and I like Chris Brown
Ima do it all yeah
Smoking marijuana girl (oh yeah, oh yeah)
You know, you know, you know
I got you on the low if you want some more of me (oh yeah)
But you don’t know about me, never
And the shit that I went through

[Hook]
All of you, were mine
All of you, were fine
All of you were dimes, I miss you all but I, but I, but I..

Lyrics Kap G – I see you

Yeah, ooh girl I see you lookin’ my way (way)
Yeah, right now I see you back in my place (my place)
Ooh girl, I see you back in my bed (my bed)
Ooh girl and don’t you f*ck with my head.

Sh-sh-shawty, swing my way
Yo, I just wanted you to come to my place
Yo, I’ma pull up in that i8
Yeah, she just want the wood like a fireplace
I ain’t tryna intervene but how you fit it in them jeans?
I don’t really need a driver, I’ma f*ck you on the Benz
I’ma f*ck you in so style, I’ma f*ck you in Supreme
You know I won’t play around, I be ballin’ like Kareem
I be flexin’ with my team.

What’s your set, nigga? Throw it up
What you represent?
2 or 3, I put it in my cup
What you sippin’ for?
OHB, you can’t f*ck with one of us.

Ooh girl I, ooh girl, I see you lookin’ my way (in my way)
No, for real
Yeah, right now I see you back in my place (my place)
Ooh, ooh girl, I see you back in my bed (my bed)
At the crib versuri-lyrics.info
Ooh girl and don’t you f*ck with my head.

Drivin’ in that new s**t (new)
Walked in the house like I love Lucy
Can’t say s**t to me (to me, yeah)
Respect me like Hov girl, I got the Blueprint (yeah)
Tellin’ my b*tches it’s over, yeah
I think that I’m textin’ for closure
Baby, I’m tryna get to know ya (know ya)
Why these niggas keep pushin’ up on ya?

What your set, nigga? Throw it up
What you represent?
2 or 3, I put it in my cup
What you sippin’ for?
OHB, you can’t f*ck with one of us, OHB.

Oohhh girl I, ooh girl, I see youuu lookin’ my way (in my way)
No, for real
Yeah, right now I see youuu back in my place (oh yeah, my place)
Ooh girl, I see youuu back in my bed (my bed)
At the crib
Ooh girl and don’t you f*ck with my head.

B*tches know they h**s when niggas still take ’em back
I’m prolly with your b*tch, she rollin’ up that pack
If I front it, I need it, gave you a brick, I need a quarter back
Told that b*tch throw it back, know she gon’ make it clap
Stop f*ckin’ with them lames
And he can get exchanged
Let me upgrade you
I pull up with the gang
And you know that I see you
What you with? It’s your payday
You know, you’re in your own lane, baby.

Ooh girl, I see you lookin’ my way (in my way)
No, for real
Yeah, right now I see you back in my place (my place)
Ooh girl, I see you back in my bed (my bed)
At the crib
Ooh girl and don’t you f*ck with my headdd.
Kap G lyrics
Video you

Lyrics Future – Pie

Freebandz
Pie, pieee
Pie, pieee (yeah)
Pie, pieee
Make her sorry, you should know (ooh)
The kinda chick you’ll never be alone (Yeah)
Make her sorry, you should know (ooh)
You’re so so full, you let the side go.

I turn the side pieeece to a 9 pieeece (oh yeah)
She out lying it shouldn’t even matter, she mine
I told her baby, f*ck it up, one time (f*ck it up)
Ba-baby, f*ck it up, one time (ooh)
I turn the side pieeece to a 9 pieeece (yeah, ooh)
She out lying, it shouldn’t even matter, she mine (ooh)
I told her baby, f*ck it up, one time (one time)
Ba-baby, f*ck it up, one time.

Baby, f*ck it up
It’s your birthday, go ahead, put that cake on me
Diamonds and zeros, I’ll be your hero, ain’t no cape for me
All you niggas lame, I ain’t gotta pay (S**t)
You know talk is cheap
Ain’t talking money, ain’t no conversating
I’ve been leaning all day, I’m faded
And she been feigning all day, but can’t take dick
Sipping out a 2 litre, put an 8 in it
White linen on my pillow, put her face in it
Baby, f*ck it up and do what you like
All these drugs in my body got me seeing double
Ménage à trois, double trouble.

I turn the side pieeece to a 9 pieeece (ooh)
She out lying it shouldn’t even matter, she mine (ooh)
I told her baby, f*ck it up, one time (f*ck it up)
Ba-baby, f*ck it up, one time.

Gassing up on lean and good percs
Lap dance getting pieee on my t-shirt
She know how to f*ck, yeah
She ain’t looking for true love here
Let her see a million, she don’t wanna go
I roll a hundred deep, we like sharing h**s
Caviar on your plate, girl wipe your nose (f*ck it up)
I had a chance for ya so.

I turn the side pieeece to a 9 pieeece (oh yeah)
She out lying it shouldn’t even matter, she mine
I told her baby, f*ck it up, one time (f*ck it up)
Ba-baby, f*ck it up, one time (ooh)
I turn the side pieeece to a 9 pieeece (yeah, ooh)
She out lying it shouldn’t even matter, she mine (ooh)
I told her baby, f*ck it up, one time (f*ck it up)
Ba-baby, f*ck it up, one time.

She could never be loyal (loyal)
But she’s so fine (so fine)
She gon’ make a nigga spoil her (spoil her)
Just to keep her on the side (on the side)
I just want to taste her water
Freebandz versuri-lyrics.info
Let’s stay hydrated
Girl, I got a main thing at the house (number one)
Tell me, can you stay down?

I turn the side pieeece to a 9 pieeece (oh yeah)
She out lying it shouldn’t even matter, she mine
I told her baby, f*ck it up, one time (f*ck it up)
Ba-baby, f*ck it up, one time (ooh)
I turn the side pieeece to a 9 pieeece (yeah, ooh)
She out lying it shouldn’t even matter, she mine (ooh)
I told her baby, f*ck it up, one time (f*ck it up)
Ba-baby, f*ck it up, one time.

Freebandz
Freebandzzz.
Future lyrics
Video Future

Lyrics Gucci Mane – Tone it down

Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist (Wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your b*tch (b*tch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist (wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your b*tch.(tone it down)

Tone that sh*t down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that sh*t down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that sh*t down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that sh*t down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this.

Huhhh, pull up, fros up, with the door up
Chopper in the club, I don’t care who show up
Watch lookin’ like a glow up, when I throw up
East Side pour the Crys’ wrote why I grow up
Hold up, lil homie tone it down
‘Cause the jewelry that you rockin’ is for kids, I’m a grown up
Sat courtside right next to the owner
Lookin’ so good, make his wife pick her phone up
Big gold boulders, in my Rollie
Look like real flesh, make you wanna pick a stone up
If everybody got a watch like that
Then why would I want that watch? I’m a loaner.
..
Got that car ‘fore I got it, now I really don’t wanna
You never seen a nigga glow up like this
Not a nigga that was trappin’ on a corner.

Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your b*tch (might steal your b*tch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop versuri-lyrics.info
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your b*tch.

Tone that sh*t down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that sh*t down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that sh*t down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that sh*t down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this.

Go, your man CB, jewelery 3D
Tryna be like me, ain’t easy
Niggas hate me, mamas wanna date me
‘Cause I got all these VVS pieces
In that Great thing
2018 Rolls Royce, chopper for no reason
Watered all my time, please water like a Fiji
Parked in front of the St Regis
I just wanna meet Meek
Ballin’ like an athlete, but I ball all four seasons
Diamonds, thats just like Breazin
Take it easy, Breezy go easy
b*tch goes in all my pieces
Gucci Mane stunt like Meechy
Jewelery so gold, I’m sneezin’
Pull up South Beach, no season.

Tone that sh*t down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that sh*t down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that sh*t down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that sh*t down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this.

Yeah, four, four, drippin’
I be on a hunnids rolls
Fight, weed, hit it
Have a nigga seeing ghost
Tell me what to do, ‘cause I’m tryna get to know you
Champagne, takin’ shots
Won’t have a hangover.

Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your b*tch (might steal your b*tch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your b*tch..

Tone that sh*t down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that sh*t down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that sh*t down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that sh*t down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this.

Tone that sh*t down
Tone that sh*t down
Tone that sh*t down
Weak nigga ball like thIs
Tone that sh*t down
Tell me who gon’ ball like thisss.
Gucci Mane lyrics
Video down

Lyrics Wizkid – African bad gyal

Them no born me yesterday
Evrey gyal, want designer
Them no born me yesterday
I know say your love will cost me something
Girl you dey do me something something
Ee dey do me like igbana
I see the fire, bring the rice
Burnin’ like a cigarette
Baby girl are you from Ghana?
Or you coming from Somalia?
Ah you coming from Uganda?
Or you’re coming from Nigeria?(african bad gyal)

African bad gyal
Baby, don’t change your style
Girl, I love you the way you are
The way you are.

Feeling the dancing, gan
Sarz on the beat, gan
Feeling the dancing, gan
Starboy kill the beat, yeah, ayyy.

Them no born me yesterday
Be a freaky girl and whine up
I put my hand up on the waist
Baby girl, you are the one, oh
Oooh, baby, you you got something
Gimme, gimme all of your love, I want it
Baby girl, stop with all the fronting
The way you dance, I know you want this
Baby girl, you from Angola
Sister from South Africa
Pretty girl, I wanna hold ya
Shout out to my ladies in Nigeria.

African bad girl
Baby, don’t change your style
Girl, I love you the way you are
The way you are.

Feeling the dancing, gan
Sarz on the beat, gan
Feeling the dancing, gan
Star Boy kill the beat, yeah, ayy.

Say, if you like Galala, make you dance
Say if you like Konto, make you dance
Say if you like this or if you like that
Say you like bouncin’, make you bounce
Say, if you like galala, make you dance
Say if you like Konto, make you dance
Say if you like this or if you like that
Say you like bouncin’, make you bounce.

I love the things you do to me, I feel alright
I love the feeling, that I feel, I’m feelin’ nice
I love the things you do to me, I feel alright
You give me life, you give me life, you give me life
See, baby gyal, please, baby gyal jo fun mi
Omoge jo fun mi versuri-lyrics.info
Wit’ your sexy body, yeah, wit’ your sexy body
Baby gyal, please, baby gyal jo fun mi
Omoge jo fun mi
Wit’ your sexy body, yeah, wit’ your sexy body.

African bad girl
Baby, don’t change your style
Girl, I love you the way you are
The way you are.

Feeling the dancing gan, yeah, yeah
Sarz on the beat gan, yeah, yeah
Feeling the dancing gan, yeah
Star Boy kill the beat, yeah, ayyy.
Wizkid lyrics
Video gyal

This nigga Tax out here volunteering to eat ass
This nigga wanna eat ass
Fuck Cas
Cas out here with his wife
If he wouldn’ve left her home we would’ve been litttttttt
Litttttttt, everything getting shot

Dear beloved, how you holdin’ up?
Whip still movin’, we ain’t slowin’ up
Wish you was right here rollin’ up
I got songs with Chris Brown, man I’m blown’ up
That fed case hit me like a car crash
But I still listen to your podcast
On the beat, they miss you in the streets
Who else gon’ bring that heat
Like that interview with Meek?
In the Wraith, still drinking D’USSÉ
With the chase, used to get that shit by the case
And the bevel, they callin’ you a devil
You went against the grain, you was more like a rebel
I know you waitin’ on that mail from me
Charlamagne, said he’s helpin’ with the bail money
And thats a fact, you helped me out the trap
You got my deal for me, I ain’t ever goin’ back

Just tryna get you situated back
Even Wack said the situation wack
The billys still beefin’ with the macks
I tried to swipe a fit, they ran a trapper outta Saks
I guess they know my face now
"Don’t Run" got me all over the place now
Break you outta jail, just give me one try
This is how it sound when a thug cry

The lawyer know that you more wiser
To ever turn Irving Plaza to the Gaza
Besides, you had the deals and endorsements
When I heard the news, I swear to god, man I lost it
Pause this
I met Jay Z, at a Roc Nation brunch it was crazy
Cut a couple niggas off, niggas be shady
They never supported me, nigga can you blame me?
But I’m state to state though
These niggas showin’ love, but it’s fake though
Yeah I know its gettin’ late, bro
But you already know, nigga, be safe though

[Intro]
So this nigga tax out here
Why he tellin’ me he don’t eat ass my nigga
This nigga wanna eat ass
Cas’ out here with his wife, feeling left at home
Its gonna be lit!
Lit! anything is yeah

[Verse 1]
Dear beloved, how you holdin’ up?
Whips still moving’, we ain’t slowin’ up
Wish you was right here rollin’ up
I got songs with Chris Brown, nigga I’m blown’ up
That fake case hit me, like the car crash
But I still listen to your punk ass
On beat, they miss you in the streets
Who else gon’ bring that heat?
Like that interview with Meek
In the Wraith, still drinking D’USSÉ
With the chase, used to get that shit by the case
And the bevel, they callin’ you a devil
You went against the grain, you was law like the rebel

[Hook]
I know you waitin’ on that mail from me
Charlamagne, said he’s helpin’ with the bail money
And thats a fact, you help me out the trap
You got my deal for me, I ain’t ever lookin’ back
Just wanna get you situated back
Even wax said the situation wack
The Billy still beefin’ with the Macks
I tried to swipe a fifth, they ran trap outta sacks
I guess they know my face now
Don’t Run, got me all over the place now
Break you outta jail, just give me one trial
This is how I say, I wanna don’t cry

[Verse 2]
The lawyer know that you more wiser
To ever turn urban plaza to the Gaza
Besides, you had the deals and endorsements
When I heard the news, I swear to god, man I lost it
Pause this
I met Jay Z, had a Rocnation brunch it was crazy
Called a couple niggas, thought niggas be shady
They never supported me, nigga can you blame me?
But I’m state to state though
These niggas showin’ love, but its fake though
Yeah I know its gettin’ late bro
What you already know, nigga be safe though

feat. Chris Brown

I keep thinking in my head that one day we’ll separate
I see it happening everyday, nothing lasts forever
That’s what people say
I can’t picture you out of my life
I think about this every day and night
And I don’t know why but it seems to get to me
No, I don’t wanna leave you, I’m no good alone
So I’m staying with you till you want me to go

Girl, you don’t understand what you do to me
Got crazy in my head, I don’t think I can leave
I need you here with me all night
Girl, I can’t live without your smile
I’m in love, I don’t know what to do
But I’m crazy over you
I’m in love, I don’t know what to do
But I’m crazy over you
I’m in love, I don’t know what to do
But I’m crazy over you
I’m, I’m in love

I’m so scared to lose you
Uuh, uh, oh oh
Don’t know what I would do
Thought of me being replaced
Brings tears right to my face
And I can’t think of anybody who would take your place
No, I don’t wanna leave you, I’m no good alone
So I’m staying with you till you want me to go

Girl, you don’t understand what you do to me
Got crazy in my head, I don’t think I can leave
I need you here with me all night
Girl, I can’t live without your smile
I’m in love, I don’t know what to do
But I’m crazy over you
I’m in love, I don’t know what to do
But I’m crazy over you
I’m in love, I don’t know what to do
But I’m crazy over you
I’m, I’m in love

I can’t picture you out of my life
Said I can’t, no I can’t
Out of my life
I can’t picture you out of my life
Said I can’t, no I can’t
Out of my life

Girl, you don’t understand what you do to me
Got crazy in my head, I don’t think I can leave
I need you here with me all night
Girl, I can’t live without your smile
I’m in love, I don’t know what to do
But I’m crazy over you
I’m in love, I don’t know what to do
But I’m crazy over you
I’m in love, I don’t know what to do
But I’m crazy over you
I’m, I’m in love

Lyrics Chris Brown – Jujitsu

Treat you like Jujitsu, oh, yeah, yeahhh
When the spotlight hit you, oh, na, na, na
Treat you like Jujitsuuu, oh, na, na, na
When the spotlight hit you, oh, na, na, naaa
Treat you like Jujitsuuu, oh, yeah, yeah
When the spotlight hit you, oh, na, na, naaa
Treat you like Jujitsu.

Tell that niggas he better give me my upgrade
Your body perfect, why the hell are you shy?
Please don’t feel that you don’t need it lately
Picture perfect to me every time
Did the clouds come sent you
Yeah you’re no different
Cos Ima be right there with you
And you know I’m the type to get eager
Girl what you say so
If it’s too bright put your shades on
Wake up in your outfit with your sway on
Now look at everybody hatin’
Don’t even say nothing
Don’t even say like you ain’t number one
These bitches hanging in runner ups
Got me out here about to break somethinggg.
Chris Brown lyrics
Video Chris

[Hook]
If you show up? it’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out
If you show up? it’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out
I’m Mike Tyson
It’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out
If you show up? it’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out

[Verse 1]
Soulja Boy was talking shit on Instagram
But social media don’t make a fucking man
Everybody talk shit
Behind the keys
Imma sting like a venereal disease
If you fucking with my click?
You going down
I’m Mike Tyson and you gonna feel the wrath
I’m the god of the ring
Greatest around
Soulja Boy you can’t fuck with Chris Brown, Fucker

[Hook]
If you show up? it’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out
If you show up? it’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out
I’m Mike Tyson
It’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out
If you show up? it’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out, fucker

[Verse 2]
I’m talking shit cuz I’m the champ
Soulja Boy you don’t stand a fucking chance
If you show up? Sorry man
Chris Brown is gonna make you shit your pants
I’m Mike Tyson, the greatest ever
Mayweather, fairweather
I seen your fights man, a lot of hype man
And Soulja gon wish you never took the fight man, fucker

[Hook]
If you show up? it’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out
If you show up? it’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out
I’m Mike Tyson
It’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out
If you show up? it’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out, fucker

I’m worth too many ems
They say Soulja ain’t from the hood
Aye ma they say Soulja ain’t from the hood
Yo don’t touch me, what the….

[Hook]
If you show up? it’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out
I’m Mike Tyson

Lyrics Soulja Boy – Stop playing with me

Mike Tyson, knock out his teeth.
Chris Brown, knock out his teeth.
Boy stop playing with me.
50 stop playing with me.
You know that I love the beef.
Imma spend 50 today (skrrt).
I hop in a Lambo, escape (skrrttt).
Soulja Boy lyrics
Video me

[Intro]
Ayy what it do man?
It’s your boy Soulja Boy
I got a new dance for y’all, it’s called "Hit ’em with the draco"
Ayy 50 Cent what you talking about?
You made all that money off Vitamin Water and then filed for bankruptcy
You know I’ma knock Chris Brown out when I see him

[Chorus]
Hit ’em with the draco, hit ’em with the draco
Hit ’em with the draco, hit ’em with the draco
Hit ’em with the draco, hit ’em with the draco
Hit ’em with the draco, hit ’em with the draco
Hit ’em with the draco, hit ’em with the draco
Hit ’em with the draco, hit ’em with the draco
Hit ’em with the draco, hit ’em with the draco
Hit ’em with the draco, hit ’em with the draco

[Verse]
So fresh when I walk up in the building
I just a bought a new mansion and it got Versace ceilings
This PCE SOD and you know we killing (Money Team)
And I swear that this year I’ma make some millions
And step through the door so fresh
Look at the diamonds on my neck
Everybody know I’ma flex
Money Team with me
TMT they talk about me on TMZ
50 Cent he know about me
Everybody know I’ma get to the cake
You on the block, I’ma hit you with the draco
You know that I put it in they face
Break it down to the ground, yeah
Draco make a loud sound yeah
All this money up on me
And the money is climbing
Money taller than a mountain
Girl wet like a fountain
Yeah I hit him with the draco
When I step in the [?]
Hit ’em with the draco one time
Hit ’em with the draco two times
Stand in the box, I jab I jab
I’ma knock out Chris Brown
Lot of money on my neck
Riding round with a check
PTE and SOD [?]
(Hit ’em with the draco x2)
Then I take it to the south
I got diamonds in my mouth
I got dogs in the house
Pitbulls on the couch
Lot of money in your face
Yeah we getting to the money
Hit ’em with the draco straight in his face

[Chorus]
Hit ’em with the draco, hit ’em with the draco
Hit ’em with the draco, hit ’em with the draco
Hit ’em with the draco, hit ’em with the draco
Hit ’em with the draco, hit ’em with the draco

Another one
We The Best Music!

Yo, he ain’t messing with no average chick, pop, pop
He got Nicki, he know that he hit the jackpot
Every baller tryna score, check them shot clocks
But I hit ’em with them ‘Bron/Iguodal blocks
Eat the cake and he suck on my toes, yes
Hitting them home runs, I’ll be like "go Mets!"
I want a dude that’ll still kiss me when he mad
Type to cop me diamonds, he can miss me with them bags

Girl we been right here, thinkin’ ’bout it all night
Baby you should be up in my bed
Do you mind, do you mind? (DJ Khaled!)
Baby you, do you mind? Do you mind? Do you mind?

I’m just trying to get to know ya
Get a little closer, maybe post up
Do you mind? Do you mind? Do you mind?
Do you mind? Do you mind? Do you mind?
Girl we been right here, thinkin’ ’bout it all night
Baby you should be up in my bed
Do you mind, do you mind?
Baby you, do you mind? Do you mind? Do you mind?

You know, you know, you know, you know
We ain’t got forever and ever
You know, you know, you know, you know
Let me be the one, baby you deserve better
You know, you know, you know, you know
We ain’t got forever and ever
You know, you know, you know, you know
Let me be the one, baby do you mind? Do you mind?

Ohh, do you mind if I talk to you?
And do you mind if I touch you there?
Baby know you can do better baby
I know it don’t get no better than me
Let’s not waste the time
You ain’t gotta hold back ’cause once I get inside
You won’t change your mind, you know that you can take it
No need to hesitate, I’m gettin’ impatient
I’m not used to waiting, I want you to give it to me
Come on let me taste it until I get in love
Hope you’re ready ’cause I’mma beat it up
Do you mind when I’mma had it? Know how to heat it up

I should, I should be the one, baby you gon’ learn that
Girl I know your body, know where every curve at
We been going all night ’til the early
Know you, know you wanna take off when you on my runway
We ain’t got to talk about his conversate
Baby by the way I touch you, you know what I’m saying
Oh, oh, oh, ridin’ slow
Oh, oh, oh

I’m just trying to get to know ya
Get a little closer, maybe post up
Do you mind? Do you mind? Do you mind?
Do you mind? Do you mind? Do you mind?
Girl we been right here, thinkin’ ’bout it all night
Baby you should be up in my bed
Do you mind, do you mind?
Baby you, do you mind? Do you mind? Do you mind?

You know, you know, you know, you know
We ain’t got forever and ever
You know, you know, you know, you know
Let me be the one, baby you deserve better
You know, you know, you know, you know
We ain’t got forever and ever
You know, you know, you know, you know
Let me be the one, baby do you mind? Do you mind?

I’mma do that favor, drippin’ flavor in you two piece
I’mma keep my promise, never treat you like a groupie
Calamari dinners, got you eatin’ raw sushi
Still in the trap but like my bitches bougie
Two cups of Styrofoam, excuse me little mama
I can hold you down, be your friend and your lover
You want watches, new Versaces, you want Celine
Top back, screamin’ money ain’t a ting

Seen the two G-wagons in my driveway
Facetime, two black bottles by my fireplace
Fell out with your peoples so you took the pictures down
Instagram ain’t been the same since you so distant now
Took you shopping in other places that I won’t name
First time your friends really got the see Balmain
20 million cash, seen it there with my two eyes
We the best and I told you this back in ’05
(Maybach Music)

I’m just trying to get to know ya
Get a little closer, maybe post up
Do you mind? Do you mind? Do you mind?
Do you mind? Do you mind? Do you mind?
Girl we been right here, thinkin’ ’bout it all night
Baby you should be up in my bed
Do you mind, do you mind?
Baby you, do you mind? Do you mind? Do you mind?

Oh, just in case you need me
I don’t mind
Yo, tell them what to do, tell them what to do, tell them what to do
When you see a bad bitch in front of you baby
Assume the position

I’m just trying to get to know ya
Get a little closer, maybe post up
Do you mind? Do you mind? Do you mind?
Do you mind? Do you mind? Do you mind?
Girl we been right here, thinkin’ ’bout it all night
Baby you should be up in my bed
Do you mind, do you mind?
Baby you, do you mind? Do you mind? Do you mind?

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Niggas wanna bang in the squad, don’t wanna put the work in
Say you want my money, scared of fame, better murder then
See the chopper, bullets too big, you can see the doctor surgery
Mask, can’t identify the burglaries
But we know you givin’ up the confidential information
Say you got the cheese, you a rat, that’s a perfect fit
Niggas wanna hate on a slick money makin’ mitch
Love takin’ pussy niggas hoes and givie ’em the D
OHB, it ain’t nothin’ for me to buy a bitch
Real paper, I ain’t never gotta lie to bitches
Even niggas with them killers know my ma religious
All my bitches lickin’ pussy with good intentions
Roll the dice, yeah 3, they my fuckin’ triplets
I ain’t fuckin’ with them lame hoes that look suspicious
But I’m fuckin’ with the main hoe that look delicious
Nigga, they get sticky sticky, give that bitch the business

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Rollin’ up the bud, yeah that bitch a dog
Yeah, we know the plug, smokin’ all the drugs, ’bout to buy the club
Killin’ all the pussy, nigga, get your bodies up
All this ice up on my body, we the Mighty Ducks
Who got the bud? Who givin’ it up?
Got them shooters in the cut, say the word, we fuck the party up
Throw that money up, yeah, that bitch a dog
Fuckin’ with the plug, goin’ up, we gon’ fuck the party up

[Verse 2: Young Blacc]
I’m turnt up and they know that, poked up like Funk Flex
45 in that 12 back and I’m posted up in that 4 hat
See this nigga, this gold rap, kill a nigga then go rap
Talkin’ ’bout that Draco, one phone call, that’s a snatch
Give it to a nigga if you really want it
Bitch coppin’ and appeals, hit me in the mornin’
Ha, a nigga lyin’ by theyself
I’m talkin’ ’bout niggas who killin’, dyin’ by theyself
You say we from the same hood, well I see your hat
And I ain’t never seen movin’ in a hoover hat
Ha, switchin’ sides, you confused ’cause I’m famous
We all OG nigga, tell me what his name is
Get your weight up lil nigga, I’m pushin’ 4 place
It’s still puttin’ big drugs on the interstate
No name, that’s knock out, pea brains wanna Glock out
Niggas need a pass the light niggas, this my house

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Rollin’ up the bud, yeah that bitch a dog
Yeah, we know the plug, smokin’ all the drugs, ’bout to buy the club
Killin’ all the pussy, nigga, get your bodies up
All this ice up on my body, we the Mighty Ducks
Who got the bud? Who givin’ it up?
Got them shooters in the cut, say the word, we fuck the party up
Throw that money up, yeah, that bitch a dog
Fuckin’ with the plug, goin’ up, we gon’ fuck the party up

[Verse 3: Young Lo]
Yeah, my whole team supreme, grew up in the crack 80’s
Still got the plug on it, get your 4 in the baby
Out the mud, bustin’ drugs with my nigga Hoody Baby
Drop the ice in the pot, now it’s back to back ‘cedes
See I’m all about the check, still reppin’ Tex
Still rep the sex, mile high, smoke Luigi on the jet
50 in these Balmains, this a young’n from the lanes
Yeah, I’m geeked up, mixin’ up the mollys with the Xans
And I’m stingy with the Act, keep the red from my bitches
We gon’ pop a half a Perc, I’m on that, even on a Skittle
And the tongue gon’ work, play that pussy like a fiddle
Bet you I can make you squirt, have your face all in the pillow

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Rollin’ up the bud, yeah that bitch a dog
Yeah, we know the plug, smokin’ all the drugs, ’bout to buy the club
Killin’ all the pussy, nigga, get your bodies up
All this ice up on my body, we the Mighty Ducks
Who got the bud? Who givin’ it up?
Got them shooters in the cut, say the word, we fuck the party up
Throw that money up, yeah, that bitch a dog
Fuckin’ with the plug, goin’ up, we gon’ fuck the party up

Tell me how I’m supposed to breathe with no air

If I should die before I wake
It’s ’cause you took my breath away
Losing you is like living in a world with no air
Oh

I’m here alone, didn’t wanna leave
My heart won’t move, it’s incomplete
Wish there was a way that I can make you understand

So how do you expect me
to live alone with just me
‘Cause my world revolves around you
It’s so hard for me to breathe

[Chorus:]
Tell me how I’m supposed to breathe with no air
Can’t live, can’t breathe with no air
It’s how I feel whenever you ain’t there
It’s no air, no air
Got me out here in the water so deep
Tell me how you gonna be without me
If you ain’t here, I just can’t breathe
It’s no air, no air

No air, air
No air, air
No air, air
No air, air

I walked, I ran, I jumped, I flew
Right off the ground to float to you
There’s no gravity to hold me down for real

But somehow I’m still alive inside
You took my breath, but I survived
I don’t know how, but I don’t even care

So how do you expect me
to live alone with just me
‘Cause my world revolves around you
It’s so hard for me to breathe

[Chorus]

No air, air
No air, air
No air, air
No air, air
No more
It’s no air, no air

[Chorus x2]

No air, air
No air, air
No air, air
No air, air

[Intro]
Yo this is Nappy Boy Radio live
With your boy T-Pain, we love rap music
Listen, uh, we got a caller on line one
Caller, what’s your problem

Hello, I’m on the radio with T-Pain
How’s it going
It ain’t going good
My girl ain’t doing her things she used to do and oh
0
I got just what you need
Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain
You heard it here first Nappy Boy Radio
We love you

[Chorus]
Hey, she want that lovey dovey
that Kiss kiss kiss kiss
In her mind she fantasize bout getting with me

They hatin on me
They wanna diss, diss, diss diss
Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be
2x

[Verse 1]
I’m a country boy from Tappahannock, va is where I reside
So shawty understand it and I know I just turned 18
And I get a little mannish and you see this bandana hangin
That means I’m like a bandit like, like like a bandit, bandit

I got paper girl, the Lamborghini
With the spider seats, you never seen it
So get it shawty, we parkin lot pimpin in my dome
And I know what you want

[Chorus]
Hey, she want that lovey dovey
that Kiss kiss kiss kiss
In her mind she fantasize bout getting with me

They hatin on me
They wanna diss, diss, diss, diss
Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be
2x

[Verse 2]
I’m the epitome of this demonstration, I got the remedy
You feelin me, so why is you hatin on my anatomy
It’s bird like, yeah, you heard right
Girl, I’m the king so that means I’m fly

If you with it girl, get it poppin
Girl with me, ain’t no stoppin
So get it shawty, we parking lot pimpin in my dome
I know what you want

[Chorus]
Hey, she want that lovey dovey
that Kiss kiss kiss kiss
In her mind she fantasize bout getting with me

They hatin on me
They wanna diss, diss, diss, diss
Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be
2x

Shawty, let me holla at you, you so hot, hot, hot, hot
You think I’d be hollerin, if you not, not, not, not
I’m king of the town, you can take a look around
Teddy Penderaz down in the spot spot spot spot

I got money on me
Baby girl, no problem
You rollin shawty
Let’s hit Mcdonald’s
It’s tp and cb, ‘I’m a Nappy Boy

[Chorus]
Hey, she want that lovey dovey
that Kiss kiss kiss kiss
In her mind she fantasize bout gettin with me

They hatin on me
They wanna diss, diss, diss, diss
Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be
2x

[Outro]
We are live back on Nappy Boy Radio, this is your boy dj Pain
I gotta get outta here man, I just wanna leave with it
If you aint got it by now then you’re just aint getting it

Let’s go, Nappy Boy and Pretty Boy
Nappy Boy and Pretty Boy
Boy, I say, Nappy Boy and Pretty Boy
Nappy, Nappy, Nappy and Pretty Boy
Let’s go

5, 4, 3, 0 yeah

[Intro: DJ Khaled]
Another one
We The Best Music!

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, he ain’t messing with no average chick, pop, pop
He got Nicki, he know that he hit the jackpot
Every baller tryna score, check them shot clocks
But I hit ’em with them ‘Bron/Iguodala blocks
Eat the cake and he suck on my toes, yes
Hitting them home runs, I’ll be like “go Mets!”
I want a dude that’ll still kiss me when he mad
Type to cop me diamonds, he can miss me with them bags
[Pre-Hook: August Alsina, Chris Brown & (DJ Khaled)]
Girl we been right here, thinkin’ ’bout it all night
Baby you should be up in my bed
Do you mind, do you mind? (DJ Khaled)
Baby you, do you mind? Do you mind? Do you mind?

[Hook: Chris Brown & August Alsina]
I’m just tryna get to know ya
Get a little closer, maybe post up
Do you mind? Do you mind? Do you mind?
Do you mind? Do you mind? Do you mind?
Girl we been right here, thinkin’ ’bout it all night
Baby you should be up in my bed
Do you mind, do you mind?
Baby you, do you mind? Do you mind? Do you mind?

[Post-Hook: Chris Brown]
You know, you know, you know, you know
He ain’t got forever and ever
You know, you know, you know, you know
Let me be the one, baby you deserve better
You know, you know, you know, you know
We ain’t got forever and ever
You know, you know, you know, you know
Let me be the one, baby do you mind? Do you mind?

[Verse 2: August Alsina]
Oh, do you mind if I talk to you?
And do you mind if I touch you there?
Girl, you know you can’t do no better, baby
I know that it don’t get no better than me
Let’s not waste the time
You ain’t gotta hold back cause I get inside
You won’t change your mind, you know that you can take it
No need to hesitate, I need it, impatient
I’m not used to waiting, I want you to give it to me
Come on let me taste it until I get in love
Hope you’re ready cause I’mma beat it up
Do you mind when I’mma have it? Know how to heat it up

[Verse 3: Jeremih]
I should, I should be the one, baby, you gon’ love that
Girl, I know your body, know where every curve at
We been going all night, ’til the early
No you, no you wanna take off when you on my runway
We ain’t gotta talk ’bout his conversation
Baby, by the way I touch you you know what I’m saying
Oh, oh, oh, ride it slow
Oh, oh, oh

[Hook: Chris Brown & August Alsina]
I’m just tryna get to know ya
Get a little closer, maybe post up
Do you mind? Do you mind? Do you mind?
Do you mind? Do you mind? Do you mind?
Girl we been right here, thinkin’ ’bout it all night
Baby you should be up in my bed
Do you mind, do you mind?
Baby you, do you mind? Do you mind? Do you mind?

[Post-Hook: Chris Brown]
You know, you know, you know, you know
He ain’t got forever and ever
You know, you know, you know, you know
Let me be the one, baby you deserve better
You know, you know, you know, you know
We ain’t got forever and ever
You know, you know, you know, you know
Let me be the one, baby do you mind? Do you mind?

[Verse 4: Future]
(Man with all this red carpet shit, baby, you know what I’m saying, Future Hendrix)
I’mma do that favor, drippin’ flavor in you two piece
I’m gonna keep my promise, never treat you like a groupie
Calamari dinners, got you eatin’ raw sushi
Still in the trap, but I like my bitches bougie
Two cups of styrofoam, excuse me lil’ mama
I can hold you down, be your friend and your lover
You want watches, new Versaces, you want Céline
Top back, screamin’ money ain’t a ting

[Verse 5: Rick Ross]
Seeing two G-wagons in my driveway
FaceTime, two black bottles by my fireplace
Fell out with your peoples so you took the pictures down
Instagram ain’t been the same since you so distant now
Took you shopping in other places that I won’t name
First time your friends really got the see Balmain
20 million cash, seen it there with my two eyes
We the best and I told you this back in ’05, (Maybach Music)

[Hook: Chris Brown & August Alsina]
I’m just tryna get to know ya
Get a little closer, maybe post up
Do you mind? Do you mind? Do you mind?
Do you mind? Do you mind? Do you mind?
Girl we been right here, thinkin’ ’bout it all night
Baby you should be up in my bed
Do you mind, do you mind?
Baby you, do you mind? Do you mind? Do you mind?

[Bridge: Nicki Minaj]
Oh, just in case you need me, I don’t mind
Yo, tell them what to do, tell them what to do, tell them what to do
When you see a bad bitch in front of you, baby
Yeah, assume the position

[Hook: Chris Brown & August Alsina]
I’m just tryna get to know ya
Get a little closer, maybe post up
Do you mind? Do you mind? Do you mind?
Do you mind? Do you mind? Do you mind?
Girl we been right here, thinkin’ ’bout it all night
Baby you should be up in my bed
Do you mind, do you mind?
Baby you, do you mind? Do you mind? Do you mind?

[Hook]
It do not matter
Turn to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddy
Smoking that gas, gone off that Xanny, she on the powder
Nowadays I am on, my haters got sadder
Money got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster
Turn to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddy
Smoking that gas, gone off that Xanny, she on the powder
Nowadays I am on, my haters got sadder
Money got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster

[Verse 1]
Money so old that its spoiled
My lil’ bitch so spoiled
I rub her down in oil
I got money now you know it
Diamonds on my teeth
Your shit look like foil
Chris Brown said these hoes ain’t loyal
None of these hoes got no morals
All my niggas G’ed up
My glasses be Dita
Never thought it would be days I could kick my feet up
Never though that she would need me that much if I leave her
[Hook]
It do not matter
Turn to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddy
Smoking that gas, gone off that Xanny, she on the powder
Nowadays I am on, my haters got sadder
Money got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster
Turn to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddy
Smoking that gas, gone off that Xanny, she on the powder
Nowadays I am on, my haters got sadder
Money got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster
Turn to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddy
Smoking that gas, gone off that Xanny, she on the powder
Nowadays I am on, my haters got sadder
Money got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster

[Verse 2]
All it is is faction, no time for acting, all this money lasting
Like go out to eat, get that blackened salmon
When I’m with my girl we’re Pharrell and Vashtie
That mean we are not lasting
In that pussy you know I like it rough, then I’m just blasting
Tell that lil bitch that I’m really from Mars, bitch do not start
Pull up my car automatic, dealt with a star

[Hook]
It do not matter
Turn to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddy
Smoking that gas, gone off that Xanny, she on the powder
Nowadays I am on, my haters got sadder
Money got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster
Turn to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddy
Smoking that gas, gone off that Xanny, she on the powder
Nowadays I am on, my haters got sadder
Money got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster