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[Chris Brown - Verse 1]
Uh, Boom, Boom
We ballin in the room
Sweepin up my competition call me Mr. broom
knockin n-ggas over, call me bulldozer,
one more drink for these b-tches and its over,
cause im a strike that something like a cobra,
I know she want my venom, but I aint gon leave it in her,
and right after I get her, she know she with a winner,
and we straight to the crib, I aint takin her to dinner,
n-gga look at my jewels,
aviator shades I aint lookin at you,
Ah chu, bless me twice,
be a rich n-gga I be sh-ttin on your life,
magazine covers, magneem rubbers,
I mean magnum, I dont f-ck with stragglers,
n-ggaz want drama, Gangsta Grillz bastards
did you check the caption, lights camera, action
[Chorus]
Holla at Me Boo, Holla at Me Baby, (x3)
Im Turnt Up, Im Super Turnt Up
[Chris Brown - Verse 2]
a n-gga beep beep
and shawty toot, toot,
blowin out there brains, car need a new roof,
lookin like a superstar, when I roll through
and shawty Im the truth, so mama what it do?
now lets ride out, aint no trippin
when we dippin to my hide-out,
big dipper cause you sippin on my bottle
only f-ckin with them A-listin models,
now lets get it like ..
Low fitted if you done it then I did it
if you kick it, then im with it
we can do this sh-t all-night
your minute dont compare to my limit
when im in it
and I get it
im a give it to you all night,
Im the sh-t yeah I go hard,
dont stand in lines n-gga I bogard
Bad boy celebrity cause Im so large
and dont need no battery cause Im in charge
[Chrous]
[Tyga - Verse 3]
(Ha)
Im hot mothaf-cka, get a plate b-tch
Dont say sh-t, get your face-lift
Rose rich let tha champagne drip,
n-ggas swag jack but this L.A. sh-t
get it back, give it back aint bout sh-t,
snap back them aint even rare, where the tag at,
wack-a-s all up in my ear b-tch bag back,
I bag bad b-tches muthaf-cka Kat Stacks,
lyrics courtesy of www.killerhiphop.com
yellow n-gga, no cabs
Got the phantom out, no mask,
get your camera out uh, one flash,
hot beams steady shot clap your a-s,
Aww, T. raw Im so ahh,
locs on, chucks low, black beanie dog,
patron top wash straight from the liquor store,
Im turnt up I cant feel my face, so
[Chorus]
Hey (x3)
[End]