Jewel Usain – Fight Club Lyrics

[Intro]

Eh

Tous pareil
Tous pareil

J’les regarde j’crois qu’ils sont tous pareil
J’sais pas ce qu’ils pensent paraitrent
Tous ces gros nazes devraient disparaitre
Une douce balayette
(Nan, Nan, Nan)
On vise le visage pas les iep-ds
Leur corps inerte sur un transpalette

[Couplet 1]

Yeah
Depuis l’temps qu’j’suis fort négro j’tannonce
J’ai l’impression qu’tout ces renois se font vieux comme ramos
Bamos
Hey
Allez Bamos
Hey

J’ai des idées pour sauver l’monde mais toutes se rapprochent du génocide comme Tanos
J’ai le corps, les pierres de l’infini, eux n’ont aucun feeling
J’ai un plan, prête moi ton 9mili
J’tire en plein dans leur Phillip
Allez hop, c’est fini
Eteinds toi lentement comme la marque déjà
Tes idées sont cools mais sont l’résultat d’idées qu’existent déjà
Dès maintenant, j’dois faire le double d’effort si j’espère me faire remarquer
En gros ça veut dire que j’dois mettre une putain de lucarne et 2 minutes après re-marquer
Bat les couilles, forme olympique
Y’a que leur ombre qui a la forme d’un pythe
Le problème c’est pas d’m’accepter le problème c’est d’accepter tout les problèmes que j’implique
Hey
Et j’crois en moi, j’suis pas athé
J’aime pas sortir des freestyles
Pour moi des freestyles sont que des sons ratés

Enfin faut bien justifier que celui-ci dure au moins 2-3 minutes
J’vais sortir un bet’ de refrain et qu’les pétasses chanterons à demi nue

[Pont]




Laisse tomber j’ai pas d’idées envoies le deuxième couplet

[Couplet 2]

Rien n’va plus dit le groupier
La prophétie est accomplie
En un par un, en un couplet
J’pourrais mettre tout ces batards accroupis
Et j’tai pas dis qu’j’excellais
J’sens qu’ils m’ont tous excédés
J’leur souhaite une fin misérable
XXX rempli d’espèce chèque CB
Puisqu’ils vendent tous leur images
Autant vendre la pochette sans l’CD
J’vais t’faire saigner
J’éclate leur packet comme un snack
J’touvre tu disparais comme un snap
J’ai rien céder
Amer depuis l’constat
Yo, Guette la merde qu’on s’tape
Et ces batards remplissent des stades
Pédé
Ecoute les refrains qu’on fédèrent
Bouffon y’a pas d’bouffée d’air
Tu préfère être un loup ou l’homme portant une peau de loup
Ou les moutons qu’on trop bouffés d’herbe
En mode félé, t’es balèze tu plies une cannette
Nous guerrier de l’espace on plie une planète
Te vantes pas d’avoir un train de vie pas net
Tu trempes ton pinceau mais t’as qu’une palette
Tout un arsenal de coup
Fou lossa ces connards se couchent
Une colation cool
J’te fait voir tout ce qu’on a sous l’coude
Bye bye j’reprends ma soucoupe

Nine Nine

Juice WRLD – Wasted Lyrics

[Intro: Juice WRLD]
Fuck, Perc’
CB on the beat
Perc’, bitch

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Wasted, GTA love, bitches wasted
Wasted, I’m on these drugs, I feel wasted
Wasted, get her off my mind when I’m wasted
Wasted, I waste all my time when I’m wasted
Wasted, GTA love, bitches wasted
Wasted, I’m on these drugs, I feel wasted
Wasted, get her off my mind when I’m wasted
Wasted, I waste all my time when I’m wasted
Wasted

[Post-Chorus: Juice WRLD]
She do cocaine in my basement
I’m her doctor, but I’m runnin’ out of patience
She told me that she tryna get closer to Satan
She be talkin’ to him when she in the matrix

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Damn, why is she so demonic?
She Medusa with a little Pocahontas
She been lacin’ all my drugs or somethin’
‘Cause every time that we’re together, I’m unconcious
Hold up, let me be honest
I know I saw her put the Percs in my chronic
Smokin’ ’til my eyes roll back like the old man
Just another funeral for her, goddamn

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Wasted, GTA love, bitches wasted
Wasted, I’m on these drugs, I feel wasted
Wasted, get her off my mind when I’m wasted
Wasted, I waste all my time when I’m wasted
Wasted, GTA love, bitches wasted
Wasted, I’m on these drugs, I feel wasted
Wasted, get her off my mind when I’m wasted
Wasted, I waste all my time when I’m wasted
Wasted

[Post-Chorus: Juice WRLD]
She do cocaine in my basement
I’m her doctor, but I’m runnin’ out of patience
She told me that she tryna get closer to Satan
She be talkin’ to him when she in the matrix

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Rockstar, that’s our style, these boys can’t take it (yeah)
Hatin’, but they’re still tryna take our cadence (woah)
You’re basic, brand new ‘Rari when I’m racin’
Take it, let you roll my weed, please don’t lace it, yeah
That’s a bum bitch that you chasin’, ayy
Foreign with me, she a dominatrix (woah)
I love that girl and I do like her body
I don’t want the money, I just want the molly
That’s what she say when she lookin’ to find me
Lil’ boy I’m your father, hakuna matata
I lick that girl, get up all of that, top her
Got trust in my hitters, used to pray for the locker
I hit from the back and my legs start to lock up
Jacuzzi that booty, I gave that girl flakka
I’m takin’ blue caps that keep tweakin’ my chakra
Rose on my chain, there’s no hit like I’m copper
Tats in the middle my head like I’m Avatar
That’s the reason that I write all my operas

[Chorus: Juice WRLD with Lil Uzi Vert]
Wasted, GTA love, bitches wasted
Wasted, I’m on these drugs, I feel wasted
Wasted, get her off my mind when I’m wasted
Wasted, I waste all my time when I’m wasted (yeah)
Wasted, GTA love, bitches wasted
Wasted, I’m on these drugs, I feel wasted
Wasted, get her off my mind when I’m wasted
Wasted, I waste all my time when I’m wasted
Wasted

[Post-Chorus: Juice WRLD & Lil Uzi Vert]
She do cocaine in my basement (in my basement)
I’m her doctor, but I’m runnin’ out of patience (out of patience)
She told me that she tryna get closer to Satan (Satan)
She be talkin’ to him when she in the matrix

[Verse 3: Juice WRLD]
My eyes closed, hopin’ this ain’t make-believe
And she don’t know that all her demons live in me, yeah
I don’t know, I don’t know
Don’t know what she been on, I don’t know
All that lean I sip on, now watch me pour it
One cup on me, don’t got no friends
I’m an open door, I ain’t have to let her in
She ain’t take my heart, but she took my medicine
Least somebody gon’ take it, hate to waste it

[Chorus: Juice WRLD with Lil Uzi Vert]
Wasted, GTA love, bitches wasted
Wasted, I’m on these drugs, I feel wasted
Wasted, get her off my mind when I’m wasted
Wasted, I waste all my time when I’m wasted (yeah)
Wasted, GTA love, bitches wasted
Wasted, I’m on these drugs, I feel wasted
Wasted, get her off my mind when I’m wasted
Wasted, I waste all my time when I’m wasted
Wasted

[Outro: Juice WRLD]
Wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted

Lil Pump – ESSKEETIT lyrics

[Intro]
CB on the beat
Only wear designer, esskeetit…
Ouu, Lil Pump
Yeah, yeah, ouu, brr
Yeah, ouu, wow
Yeah, yeah, ouu, ouu

[Chorus]
Only wear designer, esskeetit (ouu!)
Hoppin’ out the Wraith, esskeetit (esskeetit!)
Smashin’ on your bitch, esskeetit (ouu!)
Runnin’ up a check with no limit (chyeah!)
Poppin’ on X, poppin’ on X
Poppin’ on X, pills (yuh, X)
Got a new car, got a new bitch (ouu), yeah
And I got a new deal (ouu!)
Only wear designer, esskeetit (esskeetit!)
Hoppin’ out the Wraith, esskeetit (ouu!)
Smashin’ on your bitch, esskeetit (esskeetit!)
Runnin’ up a check with no limit (ouu!)
Poppin’ on X, poppin’ on X
Poppin’ on X, pills (poppin’ on X)
Got a new car, got a new bitch
And I got a new deal (yuh, yuh!)

[Verse 1]
Pull up to the crib like “what up, bitch!” (ouu)
Got a penthouse sittin’ on my wrist (brrt)
And my grandma sippin’ on Actavis (Act’)
Got a lot of ice, and I’m cold as shit
And these bitches love to talk a lot (ouu)
Pull out the Porsche out the car garage (brrt)
And I never had a job (nah)
I’m high as fuck, took a trip to Mars (goddamn)
Ice on ice on ice (ice), took a private jet to Dubai (ouu)
Bitch, you better buy your own flight
Bust down smackin’, no light (yeah)
And she show titties on Skype (yeah)
Smoke quarter pound to the face, esskeetit
Everything that you done did, I done did it
Pockets on swole, like it’s 24 Fitness (yeah)
800 bands just layin’ in the kitchen (goddamn)

[Chorus]
Only wear designer, esskeetit (ouu!)
Hoppin’ out the Wraith, esskeetit (esskeetit!)
Smashin’ on your bitch, esskeetit (yeah, ouu!)
Runnin’ up a check with no limit (yuh!)
Poppin’ on X, poppin’ on X (brrt)
Poppin’ on X, pills (yuh, X)
Got a new car, got a new bitch (ouu, yeah, brrt)
And I got a new deal (ouu!)
Only wear designer, esskeetit (esskeetit!)
Hoppin’ out the Wraith, esskeetit (ouu!)
Smashin’ on your bitch, esskeetit (esskeetit!)
Runnin’ up a check with no limit (ouu!)
Poppin’ on X, poppin’ on X
Poppin’ on X, pills (poppin’ on X)
Got a new car, got a new bitch
And I got a new deal (yuh)

[Verse 2]
Pinkie ring froze, pinkie ring froze, pinkie ring covered in gold (ouu)
Too much diamonds on my neck, think I might choke (yuh)
Had a threesome with your bitch, with my eyes closed (damn)
Tell my side hoe bring it through the back door, oh!
I got eighty-thousand in my envelope (ouu)
I just got a “Gucci Gang” medal, though (yeah)
Damn, I got some homies that went federal (uh)
Look at my two-tone Patek, I smash a ho then forget
I got a fridge on my neck (yeah), I’m smokin’ gas on a jet (uh)
Ouu, I just love to flex (yeah)
Blew out two million that Tootsie’s (ouu), I made your auntie a groupie (yeah)
And you know my life a movie (uh, ouu), I got sticks like Call of Duty (ouu, yeah)

[Chorus]
Only wear designer, esskeetit (ouu!)
Hoppin’ out the Wraith, esskeetit (esskeetit!)
Smashin’ on your bitch, esskeetit (yeah, ouu!)
Runnin’ up a check with no limit (yuh!)
Poppin’ on X, poppin’ on X (brrt)
Poppin’ on X, pills (yuh, X)
Got a new car, got a new bitch (ouu, yeah, brrt)
And I got a new deal (ouu!)
Only wear designer, esskeetit (esskeetit!)
Hoppin’ out the Wraith, esskeetit (ouu!)
Smashin’ on your bitch, esskeetit (esskeetit!)
Runnin’ up a check with no limit (ouu!)
Poppin’ on X, poppin’ on X
Poppin’ on X, pills (poppin’ on X)
Got a new car, got a new bitch
And I got a new deal (brrt)

[Outro]
Ouu, only wear designer, esskeetit (esskeetit!)
Hoppin’ out the Wraith, esskeetit (ouu)
Smashin’ on your bitch, esskeetit (esskeetit!)
Runnin’ up a check with no limit (ouu)
Poppin’ on X, poppin’ on X
Poppin’ on X, pills (poppin’ on X)
Got a new car, got a new bitch
And I got a new deal (brrt)

Kevin McCall Threatens Chris Brown Daughter Denies Singer Shot Him

Kevin McCall threatened Chris Brown and his 5-year-old daughter Royalty on Twitter and its not going down well.

The singer/rapper was in the hospital this week for getting shot in his foot. The story about how he got shot is still fuzzy but we know that some folks are saying that he shot by Breezy. He has since denied both, without revealing who really did the deed. McCall and Chris Brown have been beefing since around 2012 and they are not making peace anytime soon, not after McCall threatened both Chris and his daughter Royalty.

“Chris Brown and his Seed would be in a Casket if he had anything to do with me being shot,” he tweeted. “Stop playing with rumors or I can’t promise CB will make 29! I kept him alive 7 years now in L.A. don’t take the humbleness you see in me as weakness Chris wouldn’t have a head to tattoo on.”

Chris Brown shows off his new Mortal Kombat head tattoo this week, so that is what Kevin McCall was referring to. Nevertheless, that tweet didn’t go down too well and fans started blasting him for threatening a 5-year-old. He then deleted the tweet and backtrack on what he said, saying that he has nothing but love for Brown and his daughter Royalty. Breezy has not responded to the controversy and likely will not.

As for the shooting incident, McCall reportedly filed a police report but plans to take no further action on the matter, so perhaps he plans to deal with it in the streets. In one of his tweets, he made an interesting revelation claiming that the person who shot him also tried to kill Chris Brown for $500. “It’s what people have tried to do in the past the person who shot even tried to kill him for 500$ and I fought him for it. So if someone does Kill me for what I said..again it’s gonna harm a lot of people for a long time don’t try to make CB look Gangster clown me & leave CB be,” he tweeted.

I don’t see wat I said wrong. The Bible says and eye for and eye…Chris didn’t do it so don’t bring his name up in my life and death situation because you playing with gossip but L.A ain’t a game. I didn’t threaten anyone I told you how life would play out. I saved him hella X’s

— Kevin McCall (@KevinMcCallJr) January 6, 2018

It’s what people have tired to do in the past the person who shot even tried to kill him for 500$ and I fought him for it. So if someone does Kill me for what I said..again it’s gonna harm a lot of people for a long time don’t try to make CB look Gangster clown me & leave CB be. https://t.co/KplHirM7Uu

— Kevin McCall (@KevinMcCallJr) January 6, 2018

They only time I would mention @chrisbrown and ROYALTY in the same sentence is the 3 million dollars in #ROYALTIES he owes me for look at me now/other songs he removed my name/credit on because I was un-educated and un-protected contractually- I don’t promote EVIL so self reflect

— Kevin McCall (@KevinMcCallJr) January 6, 2018

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G-Eazy – No Limit (Remix) (feat. A$AP Rocky, French Montana, Juicy J & Belly)

[Intro: Juicy J]
Yeah, hoe!
Yeah, hoe!
Yeah, hoe!
Yeah!

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
If I hit it one time, I’ma pipe her
If I hit it two times, then I like her
If I fuck three times, I’ma wife her
It ain’t safe for the black or the white girls
It ain’t safe, it ain’t safe, it ain’t safe, it ain’t safe
Tell your man pipe up, nigga, pipe up
Hunnit bands from the safe in your face, what’d you say?
Money dance, turn this shit into a nightclub

[Bridge: G-Eazy & French Montana]
Ayy, yeah, fuck with me and get some money
Yeah, ayy, fuck with me and get some money (Montana)
Ayy, yeah, fuck with me and get some money (G-Eazy, han!)
Ayy, yeah, fuck- skrt, skrt!

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Lighters up, steam out the roof (roof, roof)
Pipe up, spittin’ like grill need a tooth (tooth, tooth)
Turnt-Turnt up, yeah, I need Camila in the group (group, group)
Paper up, double pumpin’, big with the loot (loot, loot)
It ain’t safe, it ain’t safe
Million cash in a safe
Fresh vanilla by the case
Fuck the cuffs are in my brace
Reshi is the name, CB is the game
Let’s call the boys, call a couple planes
Ring on like a mason
Pussy wet, cash long, Kyrie with the mask on
Keep a hunnit, come and get some hunnits
Fuck with me and get some money
We don’t make it disappear, David Copperfield
Drop top on the Ville like a lobster tail
Talk best box free like [?]
Talk the best bitch for a happy meal

[Verse 2: G-Eazy]
Yeah, ayy, yeah
Fuck with me and get some money
Yeah, in Miami partying with Puffy, ayy
She want to fuck, I told her bring her buddy, ayy
Yeah, suck a- suck a dick or something
Yeah, what’s understood ain’t gotta be explained, ayy
Strippers at 11 keep me entertained
Money dance, money dance, just to make it rain
Yeah, third album, nothing was the same
It ain’t safe, it ain’t safe
A-$-A-P
I come from the bay where the Cudi say "Yee"
Touchdown in the town, I’m as big as KD
See NBA money, plant a fucking money tree
Diamonds, crystal geyser
Big body that 488’s wider
Pulling up like along came a spider
The fourth time I put a baby inside her

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
If I hit it one time, I’ma pipe her
If I hit it two times, then I like her
If I fuck three times, I’ma wife her
It ain’t safe for the black or the white girls
It ain’t safe, it ain’t safe, it ain’t safe, it ain’t safe
Tell your man pipe up, nigga, pipe up
Hunnit bands from the safe in your face, what’d you say?
Money dance, turn this shit into a nightclub

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Slob on my knob, like corn on the cob
I break a bitch, like Chyna did Rob
Put a ho to work, like she went and got a job
Everybody hit man, welcome to the mob (Mafia!)
Pull up another whip or something, yeah a different one
Fuck up another VIP or something, I been killing ’em
Smoke another zip or something, [?]
Take another sip or some, I ain’t lit enough
It ain’t safe, it ain’t safe
Got them guns in my wraith
Got them ones everywhere, she got them buns in my face
I got girls on the pole, like they tryna win a race
Free that nigga Tay K, I just got another case
We get drugged up, and tear the club up
You too boring for the bitch, get your buns up
It ain’t safe, it ain’t safe
All these diamonds in the face
Fuck around and turn that bitch to Stevie Wonder
Yeah hoe!

[Bridge: Belly]
Fuck with B and get some money (Belly)
Fuck with B and get some money (It’s me)
Fuck with B and get some money
Uh, screaming "uhhh"

[Verse 4: Belly]
Master P
Baby that ass looking like a masterpiece
Used to open doors with a half a key
Fish scale by the whale, call it catch release
No limit to it, no limit
I’m still with the go-getters and the gorillas
Old paper got me dressed up like a dope dealer
Like a wholesale of money, smellin’ like a co-seller
It ain’t safe (no)
Check your bags on me, I don’t give a thang
Shoe box for my for my very first bank (hello)
I might pull up on your court with the tank (no limit!)

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
If I hit it one time, I’ma pipe her
If I hit it two times, then I like her
If I fuck three times, I’ma wife her
It ain’t safe for the black or the white girls
It ain’t safe, it ain’t safe, it ain’t safe, it ain’t safe
Tell your man pipe up, nigga, pipe up
Hunnit bands from the safe in your face, what’d you say?
Money dance, turn this shit into a nightclub

[Bridge: G-Eazy]
Ayy, yeah, fuck with me and get some money
Yeah, ayy, fuck with me and get some money
Ayy, yeah, fuck with me and get some money
Ayy, yeah, fuck with G and get some money

Snoop Dogg – 3’s Company (feat. Chris Brown & O.T. Genasis)

[Intro: Snoop Dogg (& Chris Brown)]
SD, O.T
(Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T….)

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
I got 25 ways I can get it
And 20 home boys that’s fully with it
It’s only gon’ take ’bout 30 minutes
From the effects that you feel from the bag of spinach
It’s vintage, authentic, I have no limits
C Walk in the party let the Crips up in it
To handle our business, baby, put your back up in it
CB, OT, yeah we back up in it
The west coast do the most
Take a drag out the dope
House party like a motherfucker full of my folks
He a dog, and a couple of P’s
Pile of seeds, weed, and a couple of G’s
Ooh wee, I got the mic, it’s my turn
The roof is on fire, let that motherfucker burn
We don’t need no water if your daughter is hot
Just send her to the Dogg so I can woop-de-wop

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Sexy girl you came to party
You and your girlfriends
3’s company
Girl, I don’t mind, fun time
Oh baby, let me see you walk
Step to me
Then sway when you shake that booty (oh yeah)
Hit your walk, hop to it
I’ma show you the way a real player do it

[Verse 2: O.T. Genasis]
Skip, Skip, Skip, Skip, Skip
I’m a long beach nigga, long beach Crip
See her at the party, big thang on her hip
Gun never tiny, you can kiss this tip (muah!)
Handle, got that stick like magic
Never drink it straight, where the Kool-Aid?
Leave a nigga bloody like bootleg
I’m a northside nigga, stand on my toes
Cisco nigga, staying on the hoes
I heard she a flip, ran off her clothes
Threw her in the air, landed on the bros
O.T., SD, CB
Any nigga say some gotta see me
36 O’s, pair of phones
Double M give it up, chunky

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Sexy girl you came to party
You and your girlfriends
3’s company
Girl I don’t mind, fun time
Oh baby let me see you walk
Step to me
Then sway when you shake that booty (oh yeah)
Hit your walk, hop to it
I’ma show you the way a real player do it

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
I ain’t tryna knock your hustle, babe
You know I’m a dog, but there’s no petting
More fire, more loud, we all can blaze
You lookin’ like twins, both hands, two bodies
One I’m in the sheets, other one her knees (sheets)
Mary Jane’s a freak, and I love Molly
I’m tryna paint two Mona Lisa
One black, one white, at the same time
Them strobe lights keep flashing
It’s just me and you two in this room
And it feels like déjà vu
Like I been here with you two, before

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player (It was only)
Play on player
Girls on top of girls, when we walkin’ (walkin’)
Play on player, (walkin’) play on, play on, play on player

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Sexy girl you came to party
You and your girlfriends
3’s company
Girl I don’t mind, fun time
Oh baby let me see you walk
Step to me
Then sway when you shake that booty (oh yeah)
Hit your walk, hop to it
I’ma show you the way a real player do it

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player (It was only)
Play on player
Girls on top of girls, when we walkin’ (walkin’)
Play on player, (walkin’) play on, play on, play on player

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Sexy girl you came to party
You and your girlfriends
3’s company
Girl I don’t mind, fun time
Oh baby, let me see you walk
Step to me
Then sway when you shake that booty (oh yeah)
Hit your walk, hop to it
I’ma show you the way a real player do it

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player (It was only)
Play on player
Girls on top of girls, when we walkin’ (walkin’)
Play on player, (walkin’) play on, play on, play on player

[Outro: Chris Brown (& Snoop Dogg)]
Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T… (yeah!)
(3’s company, baby)
Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T…
(You know how we do it, we the west, yo)
Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T…
(CB, uh, O.T., yeah, SD)
Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T…
(Ooh wee, ooh wee)

Snoop Dogg Ft. Chris Brown & OT Genesis – 3’s Company Lyrics


(Intro: Snoop Dogg (& Chris Brown))
SD, O.T
(Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T….)

(Verse 1: Snoop Dogg)
I got 25 ways I can get it
And 20 home boys that’s fully with it
It’s only gon’ take ’bout 30 minutes
From the effects that you feel from the bag of spinach
It’s vintage, authentic, I have no limits
C Walk in the party let the Crips up in it
To handle our business, baby, put your back up in it
CB, OT, yeah we back up in it
The west coast do the most
Take a drag out the dope
House party like a motherf**ker full of my folks
He a dog, and a couple of P’s
Pile of seeds, weed, and a couple of G’s
Ooh wee, I got the mic, it’s my turn
The roof is on fire, let that motherf**ker burn
We don’t need no water if your daughter is hot
Just send her to the Dogg so I can woop-de-wop

(Chorus: Chris Brown)
Sexy girl you came to party
You and your girlfriends
3’s company
Girl, I don’t mind, fun time
Oh baby, let me see you walk
Step to me
Then sway when you shake that booty (oh yeah)
Hit your walk, hop to it
I’ma show you the way a real player do it

(Verse 2: O.T. Genasis)
Skip, Skip, Skip, Skip, Skip
I’m a long beach ni**a, long beach Crip
See her at the party, big thang on her hip
Gun never tiny, you can kiss this tip (muah!)
Handle, got that stick like magic
Never drink it straight, where the Kool-Aid?
Leave a ni**a bloody like bootleg
I’m a northside ni**a, stand on my toes
Cisco ni**a, staying on the hoes
I heard she a flip, ran off her clothes
Threw her in the air, landed on the bros
O.T., SD, CB
Any ni**a say some gotta see me
36 O’s, pair of phones
Double M give it up, chunky

(Chorus: Chris Brown)
Sexy girl you came to party
You and your girlfriends
3’s company
Girl I don’t mind, fun time
Oh baby let me see you walk
Step to me
Then sway when you shake that booty (oh yeah)
Hit your walk, hop to it
I’ma show you the way a real player do it

(Verse 3: Chris Brown)
I ain’t tryna knock your hustle, babe
You know I’m a dog, but there’s no petting
More fire, more loud, we all can blaze
You lookin’ like twins, both hands, two bodies
One I’m in the sheets, other one her knees (sheets)
Mary Jane’s a freak, and I love Molly
I’m tryna paint two Mona Lisa
One black, one white, at the same time
Them strobe lights keep flashing
It’s just me and you two in this room
And it feels like déjà vu
Like I been here with you two, before

(Bridge: Chris Brown)
Play on player, play on player, play on player, play on player
Play on player, play on player, play on player, play on player (It was only)
Play on player
Girls on top on girls, when we walking (walking)
Play on player,(walking) play on player, play on player, play on player

(Chorus: Chris Brown)
Sexy girl you came to party
You and your girlfriends
3’s company
Girl I don’t mind, fun time
Oh baby let me see you walk
Step to me
Then sway when you shake that booty (oh yeah)
Hit your walk, hop to it
I’ma show you the way a real player do it

(Bridge: Chris Brown)
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player (It was only)
Play on player
Girls on top of girls, when we walkin’ (walkin’)
Play on player, (walkin’) play on, play on, play on player

(Chorus: Chris Brown)
Sexy girl you came to party
You and your girlfriends
3’s company
Girl I don’t mind, fun time
Oh baby, let me see you walk
Step to me
Then sway when you shake that booty (oh yeah)
Hit your walk, hop to it
I’ma show you the way a real player do it

(Refrain: Chris Brown)
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player (It was only)
Play on player
Girls on top of girls, when we walkin’ (walkin’)
Play on player, (walkin’) play on, play on, play on player

(Outro: Chris Brown (& Snoop Dogg))
Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T… (yeah!)
(3’s company, baby)
Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T…
(You know how we do it, we the west, yo)
Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T…
(CB, uh, O.T., yeah, SD)
Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T…
(Ooh wee, ooh wee)

Gucci Mane – Tone It Down (feat. Chris Brown)

[Intro]
It’s Gucci
Droptop
Right now
Wizop, Huh, wop
Hitmaka! go

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist (Wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch (bitch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist (wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Huh, 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

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch (might steal your bitch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
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 (huh)
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
Bitch goes in all my pieces
Gucci Mane stunt like Meechy
Jewelery so gold, I’m sneezin’
Pull up South Beach, no season

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
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

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch (might steal your bitch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this

[Outro: Chris Brown]
Tone that shit down
Tone that shit down
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga ball like thIs
Tone that shit down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this

Gucci Mane – Tone It Down Lyrics (feat. Chris Brown)

GUCCI MANE
Tone It Down Lyrics (feat. Chris Brown)

Its Gucci
Droptop
Right now

Wop
Hitmaka! go

Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch

Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this

Huh, 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
Put the jewelery that you rockin’ for the 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
Damn nigga had a temperature because he
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 bitch
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch

Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit 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
Ain’t that great thing
2018 Rolls Royce, chose no reason
Wanted all my time, peace brothers in the Fiji
Part from the same regions
I just wanna meet me
Ballin’ like an athlete, but I ball all four seasons
Diamonds, thats just like breazin
Take it easy, breezy go easy
Bitch goes in all my pieces
Gucci Mane stunt like Meechy
Jewelery so gold, I’m sneezin’
Pull up south beach, no season

Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit 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
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch

Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this

Tone that shit down
Tone that shit down
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga ball like thIs
Tone that shit down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this

Chief Keef – You My Number One (Thot Breaker Album)

[Intro]
Baby you my number one
CB on the beat

[Hook]
Baby you’s my number one, she’s my number two
You know I gotta come home, girl, what’s up with you?
That girl might be bad, but she can’t fuck with you though
You know you my mamacita, I’m yo papi chulo
She’s pulling on my hair, biting on my ear
Baby, give me overtime, I can be your night shift
You want me to buzz you, I can be your lightyear
Girl I got a letter, I’m gon’ start it off on my end

[Verse]
Dear miss, remember when I first saw ya
Didn’t know how to approach ya
I was gonna approach you like this
"Baby, do you like lasagna​?"
I like California, I can ball, no pneumonia
Swish, baby can you grant my wish?
If I pick you up at like 6?
I’ma leave my phone in the car
Just don’t touch my shit
I was gonna approach you like this
"Can you be my bitch?"
But I’m a player, I’m on, no light switch
She like, "what you getting into tonight?"
You (x8)
Girl, I promise I’m gon’ milk you right
Moo (x8)

[Hook]
Baby you’s my number one, she’s my number two
You know I gotta come home, girl, what’s up with you?
That girl might be bad, but she can’t fuck with you though
You know you my mamacita, I’m yo papi chulo
She’s pulling on my hair, biting on my ear
Baby, give me overtime, I can be your night shift
You want me to buzz you, I can be your lightyear
Girl I got a letter, I’m gon’ start it off on my end

[Verse 2]
Excuse me, lady
Excuse me, baby
Excuse me, crazy
You like how I stroke like, ooh-wee baby
Big ass guns and she’s like, "ooh, he’s crazy"
My Rapunzel, she’s like, "ooh-wee, take me"
She gon’ let me bone bone bone bone
Her hair so long, we fuck all night long
I can call her on her home phone
I’m outerspace, she told me phone home
Ay, no way
Got your ass done, does it ache?
When it’s done healing, will it shake?
I can be the pill that you gotta take

[Hook]
Baby you’s my number one, she’s my number two
You know I gotta come home, girl, what’s up with you?
That girl might be bad, but she can’t fuck with you though
You know you my mamacita, I’m yo papi chulo
She’s pulling on my hair, biting on my ear
Baby, give me overtime, I can be your night shift
You want me to buzz you, I can be your lightyear
Girl I got a letter, I’m gon’ start it off on my end

Future – Massage In My Room (Future Album)

[Hook]
I hate if you love her, I’m gon’ fuck her
Five plain watches in my duffle
I got twenty freaks in my room
I got twenty freaks in my room
While I’m gettin’ a massage in my room
I just went skiing with a bad bitch
I spent twenty thousand on a jacket
I bought all the hitters some more ratchets

[Verse 1]
I just took a meeting out in Aspen
You get out of line, it’s gon’ be drastic
Pay my dawg a Perc, it made him happy
Put you in a hearse like an assassin
Runnin’ through the game with some lettuce
I just want the green like Aladdin
She kept it low-key, I was straddlin’
I gave her more wood than a cabin

[Hook]
I hate if you love her, I’m gon’ fuck her
Five plain watches in my duffle
I got twenty freaks in my room
I got twenty freaks in my room
While I’m gettin’ a massage in my room
I just went skiing with a bad bitch
I spent twenty thousand on a jacket
I bought all the hitters some more ratchets

[Verse 2]
Twenty freaks at the embassy
I just pissed on a hundred Gs
Ace of Spades when the lights off
Wrist movin’ like CB
Bought the Lamb’ for the energy
Got you main at topped off
Check callin’, roger that
Drake callin’, roger that
Lean callin’, roger that
Check callin’, roger that, check
Check the work, 10-4
Codeine, indo
Wrist cost a Bentley truck
Wrist cost a Bentley truck
Had drugs on me, lot of red
Then I hit the globe, a lot of red
Copped a speedboat and docked it
Left-overs in my pocket
I’ma take her like a rocket
I’ma hold this money hostage

[Hook]
I hate if you love her, I’m gon’ fuck her
Five plain watches in my duffle
I got twenty freaks in my room
I got twenty freaks in my room
While I’m gettin’ a massage in my room
I just went skiing with a bad bitch
I spent twenty thousand on a jacket
I bought all the hitters some more ratchets

[Outro]
While I’m gettin’ a massage in my room
While I’m gettin’ a massage in my room
I just went skiing with a bad bitch
I bought all the hitters some more ratchets

Jacquees – Shot (Since You Playin Album)

[Intro]
Don’t say no
You’re all for me girl ohh
Don’t say no

[Verse 1]
Baby baby I’m the new nigga
Rocking shows oh I’m taking pictures
Know you want me baby
I know you probably want me baby
Keep your hair all neatly, better tie it up when you see me
Glass house full of ?
Cop a ? like I’m CB
Fuck all the talking, girl it’s time for shots
I’ll drink you down, don’t you tell me stop
When you see me on your TV
Know you usually ain’t easy
Got Patron cups or the Hennessy
Baby tell me what’s your fantasy

[Pre-Hook]
Girl as we fell in love, faded at the club
Your touch turn to a rub, now I’m feeling on your butt
We should do the right thing
Tell me what you like bae
And I don’t know your name, don’t know your limit
But you can have anything, you can have anything
I’ll take your number, I’ll follow your page
But I can’t fuck with anything, I can’t fuck with anything

[Hook]
Come take a shot with me
Don’t be shy (That’s all it’s gon take)
Come take a shot with me
Don’t be shy (That’s all it gon take)

[Verse 2]
I’ma love you all night
He ain’t even do you right
He ain’t even worth a try
Oh what a waste of time
I’m Bobby Brown with the grind
Let’s get away for the night
Let’s step away from the light
I’ll put my face by your tights
She got thang for them diamonds (For them diamonds)
Want me to drape her out in diamonds (In diamonds)
You want my love, you better show out
Girl I wish I knew you before you blowed up

[Pre-Hook]
Girl as we fell in love, faded at the club
Your touch turn to a rub, now I’m feeling on your butt
We should do the right thing
Tell me what you like bae
And I don’t know your name, don’t know your limit
But you can have anything, you can have anything
I’ll take your number, I’ll follow your page
But I can’t fuck with anything, I can’t fuck with anything

[Hook]
Come take a shot with me
Don’t be shy (That’s all it’s gon take)
Come take a shot with me
Don’t be shy (That’s all it gon take)