Chris Brown - Breezy Lyrics
Till The Wheels Fall Off
Summertime but it feels cold
Sun's out, it ain't shinin' though
I'm just tryna make it through the day
Ain't thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
As I lay me down to sleep
I pray to Lord my soul to keep
'Cause there's darkness all around me
Told my brother we gon' slide (oh, yeah)
We gon' ride
'Til the wheels fall off, we gon' ride
'Til the wheels fall off, we gon' ride
'Til the wheels fall off, we gon'-
Ride and we gon' slide (woo)
Free Wunna and Slime
Fightin' for our lives
While they get paid off our confinement (woo)
They don't like the fact I went from Honda to a 'Rari (nah)
Bustdown to a Plain Jane
Hate the shit you can't change (skrrt)
Tryna be a winner, but I still be feelin' lost in it (woo)
Tryin' not to sin but that shit hard when niggas crossin' me (wow)
Holdin' back tears tryna write me off (woo)
Bitch, you don't know how to love, guess your heartbeat off, yeah
I been goin' crazy, tryna save me, ain't no antidote (woo)
I would say her name but I ain't sayin' that shit anymore (woo)
Drownin' out the pain is just a feelin' you won't never know
I'm a livin' legend, I'ma say it 'til it's time to go
I done put in heavy work
My children won't ever hurt (woo)
Ridin' for my people until Heaven make another earth (yeah)
They shot my nigga Bobby five times, I was hella hurt (ooh-woah)
Caught up in some politics, now we on some wildin' shit
I just wanna see my niggas on without the candle lit (yeah)
Most my niggas learn how to get money but can't manage it (ooh)
Couple of my bitches say the word and I'ma handle it (woo)
If my heart break, no compensation for the damages
Never thought that I could feel so low
All that shit I did for niggas and they still so cold
And why that bitch I really love won't accept my lovin'?
I'm grown and I still don't know (oh)
Summertime but it feels cold (feels cold)
Sun's out, it ain't shinin' though (oh)
I'm just tryna make it through the day (make it through the day)
Ain't thinkin' 'bout tomorrow (no)
As I lay me down to sleep (sleep)
I pray to Lord my soul to keep (soul to keep)
'Cause there's darkness all around me
Told my brother we gon' slide
We gon' ride
'Til the wheels fall off, we gon' ride (woah, yeah)
'Til the wheels fall off, we gon' ride (ooh)
'Til the wheels fall off, we gon'-
I done got it out the mud, that shit was uncomfortable (uncomfortable)
Mama worked a nine-to-five, she left me five Lunchables (yeah, yeah, yeah)
All them guns your ass be postin', nigga still touchable (touch)
Had to pull the shoe out the bucket just to find a matchin' shoe (yeah, yeah)
All the hoop niggas wanna rap and all the rap niggas wanna hoop (mmh)
How you get more time for drugs like you the nigga who doin' the shootin'?
Brother died, I ain't wanna post, 'cause they do the most at them computers
They like, "How you ain't GD and your daddy was under Larry Hoover?" (Whoa)
I be wantin' to trip and grab the whip, but then I'll slide on 'em (slide on 'em)
You know I'm into it, stop goin' live, it's throwin' my vibe off (vibe off)
I done wrote the judge, when I was on the floor like, "Take some time off" (yeah, yeah)
He said, "No," 'cause I kept smilin' in my mugshot (yeah, yeah)
We on everybody ass
All the shorties who real, who wanna slide turn them routes (skrrt)
I don't care where we at, we can have a shootout in Calabasas (brrt)
I'm ridin' with the culture
I hate what they tryin' to do to Travis Scott (straight up)
My auntie gon' off the scotch
See a nigga I called my brother, he was in the trenches movin' my watch (yeah, yeah)
And I told you, "Ain't no drought," you think you the only nigga got Wock'? (Nah)
And I told you, "Ain't no clout," nigga, you the only nigga got rocked
Told my brother we gon' slide
We gon' ride
'Til the wheels fall off, we gon' ride (whoa)
'Til the wheels fall off, we gon' ride (ooh)
'Til the wheels fall off, we gon'-
We always scared to watch what we do (we do)
Same gang, gang with me since Robins and Trues (uh)
Bluffin', they know we ain't hard to find (uh)
We been outside posted on the stoop, uh
That's why we nuh business 'bout weh dem ah do pon the internet
Postin' for the opps to watch, nah, we not into that
They know what it is, dem see we they don't try
Fine by me, you spinnin', we gon' slide (oh)
Spliffs in the hallway (oh), boolin' with my day ones (oh)
Catch you on an off-day (oh), ain't no f*ckin' fair ones
Down too long, can't lie
Now we're way too fly to cry, yeah
Summertime but it feels cold
Sun's out, it ain't shinin' low
I'm just tryna make it through the day
Ain't thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
As I lay me down to sleep
I pray to Lord my soul to keep
'Cause there's darkness all around me
Told my brother we gon' slide
We gon' ride
'Til the wheels fall off, we gon' ride (ooh, whoa)
'Til the wheels fall off, we gon' ride (ooh)
Writer: Christopher Maurice Brown, Brian Brown, Curtis Jackson II, Durk Banks, Francis Leblanc, Kifano Reque, Leon Youngblood, Patrizio Pigilapoco, Yacoub Kawaja
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
C.A.B. (Catch A Body)
Yeah, huh
She know the demon comin' to party, right?
Yeah, uh
Mami, you sad, she wanna sit
And she on the pole
She understand, she gotta give
If she wanna glow
Crashin' the whip, whiter than snow
Fresh off the boat
She tryna fly, now we on a trip
Somewhere in Dubai (ayy)
She lovin' the life (ayy)
So high in the buildin', look down at the sky (ayy)
Girl, that pussy crazy, you know my mind ain't right
I know that she ready, she'll find out tonight
I got a feelin' we finna be close
I got a feelin' you already know
Baby, let me take control
You ain't gon' be solo no more
Know you see me (yeah)
Iced out for the party (party)
Shots got me feelin' saucy tonight
If I f*ck your girl, I'm not sorry, no (sorry)
I ain't cuffin' anybody
Tonight I'm on go, go (party)
'Cause I can f*ck with anybody
Tonight I'm on go, go (sorry)
I'm just tryna catch a body tonight (yeah, look)
I got it on me when I link her
(I got it on me when I link her) huh
She like that (She like that)
She want me to f*ck her, I might pass
But I still fell in love with her nice ass (uh)
I see a opp, he see the gun in a light flash (grrt, baow, baow)
They know I'm in love but I'm still a demon
You better not get me in my bag (yeah, look)
And we don't kiss when we in front of the bros
I leave the party and come to the shows
You've been through the worst shit, ain't even fold
Say you mans had it, he ain't even blow (baow, baow, baow)
Uh-huh, yeah
I'm one of a kind, ain't too many more, uh (ain't too many more)
That shit I've been through made me grown, uh (grown, uh)
I got a feeling we finna be close
I got a feeling you already know
Baby, let me take control
You ain't gon' be solo no more (no more)
I know you see me (yeah)
Iced out for the party (party, ha, yeah)
Shots got me feelin' saucy tonight (yeah)
If I f*ck your girl, I'm not sorry, no (sorry, no, no, I'm not)
I ain't cuffin' anybody (baow, baow)
Tonight I'm on go (go), go (go, party, baow, baow)
'Cause I can f*ck with anybody
Tonight I'm on go (go), go (go, sorry, baow)
I'm just tryna catch a body tonight (yeah, look)
(Come here)
Grip on her ass, kiss on her lips, I'm grabbin' her throat
She doin' to me a couple things I didn't know
She got a dragon tatt' on her back down to her legs
Hit it, spread them wings, spittin', spittin' flames
Nice, I talk to her nice, I'm gon' hit her twice
She gon' take my mic', speak up, hi
Make her sing my line, feet up in the sky
Let's do it
I got a feeling we finna be close
I got a feeling you already know (you know)
Baby, let me take control (yeah)
You ain't gon' be solo no more (no more)
I know you see me (yeah)
Iced out for the party (party, party)
Shots got me feelin' saucy tonight
If I f*ck your girl, I'm not sorry, no (sorry)
I ain't cuffin' anybody
Ooh, tonight I'm on go, go (party)
'Cause I can f*ck with anybody (I can, I can)
Tonight I'm on go (go), go (go, sorry, baow)
I'm just tryna catch a body tonight
No, you can't wear no clothes
Look at you drivin' the boat out at sea
Droppin' it off like, "Whoa"
'Til you can't take anymore (tonight I'm on)
Dick make you weak, curl your toes
Bet you, you comin' the most
Bet she gon' leave in the mornin'
I see a freak and I want it
I like that, all bad
Innocent, you'll never be
Whip it, this that recipe
Geeked off them amphetamines
We on, babe, on, babe
Coochie is my therapy
Gucci on my letterman
Two seats, I got head in it
This my weekend regimen (come here)
Iced out (woo) for the party (party)
Shots got (oh) me feelin' saucy tonight
If I f*ck your girl (uh), I'm not sorry, no (sorry, baow)
I ain't cuffin' anybody (yeah)
Tonight I'm on go, go (yeah, party)
'Cause I can f*ck with anybody (ha)
Tonight I'm on go (no), go (grrah, sorry)
I'm just tryna (baow) catch a body (baow) tonight
Writer: Bobby Lamar Barrett, Brandon Lloyd Hesson, Christopher Maurice Brown, Dejuan Anthony Cross, Eric A. Bellinger, Kendall Roark Bailey, Maxie Lee III Ryles, Nelson Bridges, Nelson Alexander Kyle, Patrizio Pigliapoco, Quinton Rashawn Ellis, Vurdell Eugene Muller
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Pitch Black
Fell in love with the lights on
Ice on with the lights off
Alligator with the python
Fell in love in the pitch black, lovin' my baby
We all look the same
Yeah, with the lights off, lights off
In the pitch black, lovin' my baby
Here we go, here we go (here we go, here we go)
Take it off for me, baby
Here we go, here we go (here we go, here we go)
In the pitch black, lovin' my baby
Here we go, here we go (here we go, here we go)
Take it off for me, baby
Here we go, here we go (here we go, here we go)
In the pitch black, lovin' my-
Lovin' you in the dark, girl, what you reachin' for?
And my diamonds shinin' bright enough to be a chandelier
You should already know it's right here
I've been waitin' all night for that, yeah, yeah
Say my name, put some extras on it
Baby, take me, right now, babe
You turn me on
In the pitch black, lovin' my baby
Here we go, here we go (here we go, here we go)
Take it off for me, baby
Here we go, here we go (here we go, here we go)
In the pitch black, lovin' my baby
Here we go, here we go (here we go, here we go)
Take it off for me, baby
Here we go, here we go (here we go, here we go)
In the pitch black, lovin' my-
Now we can turn off the lights or dim 'em real low
We got the temperature right, let's take it real slow
Girl, you're right where you should be, yeah
Right on top of me, yeah
Just spend the night at my place
You ain't gotta drink and drive tonight, baby
You're outta sight, babe
Can't see but I know it's right there
Fell in love with the lights on (ooh)
Ice on with the lights off (ooh)
Alligator with the python
Fell in love
In the pitch black, lovin' my baby
Here we go, here we go (here we go, here we go)
Take it off for me, baby (take it off for me)
Here we go, here we go (here we go, here we go)
In the pitch black, lovin' my baby (baby)
Here we go, here we go (here we go, here we go)
Take it off for me, baby
Here we go, here we go (here we go, here we go)
In the pitch black, lovin' my
Fell in love with the lights on (yeah)
Ice on with the lights off
Alligator with the python (yeah)
I fell in love in the pitch black, lovin' my baby
We all look the same (oh, girl we do, we do)
Yeah, with the lights off (yeah), lights off (yeah)
In the pitch black, lovin' my baby
Here we go, here we go (here we go, here we go)
Here we go, here we go (here we go, here we go)
Here we go, here we go
In the pitch black, pitch black
Writer: Brandon Paak Anderson, Christopher Maurice Brown, Christopher Mikel Bivins, Eric A. Bellinger, Frank Rose, Labinot Larry Gashi, Patrizio Pigliapoco, Steven Tolson, Yusef Ali El
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Possessive
When you love someone, yeah
You can feel it in your bones
Tryna do what he ever did, set the tone
I remember we was at war when I slept alone
I wrote this shit for the most beautiful love that I ever know
I was tryna bag you
Sendin' you signals like cellular phones
He tryna drag you
F*cked up the feelings, left you alone
But now you braggin'
You found a nigga you can count on
Yeah, uh
I wonder do your mama remember me
She was talkin' down on me, switchin' your energies
I got you fallin' like winter leave, perfect synergies
And I might get a little aggressive (aggressive)
Yeah, I might get a little possessive
But you know I got good intentions, ooh
And even though you
Play it very cool
I know that you, yeah (yeah, oh)
Uh
Okay, It's not a confession, I'm kinda possessive
Your body impressive, you're timeless and precious
I treat it like a diamond in bezel
I'm tryna protect ya, ain't tryna let you out my protection
I'm tryna caress you, you got these niggas tryna correct you
I'm tryna just to let you be you, baby, I promise, no pressure
I honor your presence, see you, act like I found me a treasure
And timing's a blessin', I want you to know mine is invested
In our connection, you interestin', I'm interested
I'm not with the flexin', especially when you out with your besties
I gotta respect it, I sit my ass down, let you check me
It's honestly sexy, you met me, I was not what expected
You mine until the end of time and possession
And I might get a little aggressive
Or I might get a little possessive
But you know I got good intention
Good intention
And even though you
You play it very cool
I know that you
I know you want it
I wouldn't do the same with them I do to you
How come everythin' I tell you end up in the news?
They won't love you when you're down, then no answer
We gon' keep that between me, God and you
Your temper
There's somethin' missin', baby, couple screws (couple screws)
The money ain't change a nigga, it's changin' you (changin' you)
Parties be jumpin', but at the same time
I don't want it if it ain't you
Oh, now
I repeat the same old patterns and I (ooh)
That one moment that we shared, I want it in rewind
(Girl, I might get a little aggressive, yeah)
And I might get a little too jealous
But you like when I drink from your water
Makin' me lose my mental when I see you (psycho)
I never learn from it
I gots a little burn from it (yeah)
I guess this my turn, honey (oh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I might get a little aggressive
Yeah, I might get a little possessive (baby, baby)
But you know I got good intentions (I got, you and I)
And even though you
Play it very cool
I know that you (ohh, oh)
Got intentions
Writer: Christopher Maurice Brown, Dwayne Carter, Jeremy Biddle
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Addicted
You pretty with it
Got a few problems but it's alright 'cause she been dealin' with 'em
Sometimes she come and stay overnight, but she ain't livin' with him
F*ck on somebody from time to time but she ain't got no nigga
Her last encounter was kinda rough, it made her cry a river
How 'bout you bash from across the globe and get 'em hand-delivered?
Get in your mind, you don't even know me, I ain't playin' with you
I'm bein' honest, I'm really him, I ain't gotta lie to kick it
Just come and vibe with me and see if I'm different
Take you out to lunch, I rent the restaurant out
Bitches lyin' on my name, they doin' anything for clout
I be wanna take it there but all these millions keep me grindin'
You can play around but just don't overstep your boundaries
Gave you a workout, have you burnin' calories
I'm tryna please you, just lay on your back for me
Then I'm gon' need you to put on an act for me
It's just somethin' 'bout the way you look in lingerie
And I can't let you run away, girl, you not Coi Leray
I give you racks every occasion, put it in your savings
I'll call if you back if I don't answer, don't start acting crazy
You can do everything I ask you, we might have a baby
And I don't trust no one
I done been scarred, that's just some shit I gotta work on
You ain't gotta like it, I'm tellin' it how it is
How I'm 'posed to know how you feelin' if you don't tell me?
And I ain't tryna hold no one down, I give 'em some leverage
I'll make sure everybody eat, I ain't never been selfish
I'll make sure everybody eat, I ain't never been selfish
I made a promise to your body I'ma stand on, ooh, I
Put your panties over there, don't wanna step on 'em
You know why 'cause I'm addicted to it
Especially when you take it off now, baby
F*ckin' me, breakin' me off, my baby
So deep in it that I'm lost, oh, baby
F*ck it, don't care what it cost now, baby
What it cost, now, baby, comin' or not?
Chains plain jane in the Cullinan drop
I'm waitin' to hear you say if you love me or not
Look me in my face so I can tell if you lyin'
This ain't no dance song
Put your panties over there, don't wanna step on 'em
'Cause you know why, 'cause I'm addicted to it
I'm gonna end up lookin' like a dime thief
If I see my ex, she gon' be salty
Barbie, pop me a X, I'm feelin' godly
She high off, Whitney and Bobby, it's a party
Naughty, and, girl, you know what I'm into
Bonnie f*ckin' with Clyde, I caught a body
Bad bitch, thick in her thighs, me in the lobby
Savage, she pop that pussy like it's a Tommy
Bring it over here 'cause you know what I'm into
All my baddies with no baggage, where you at, where you at?
Let me holler at you, baby, from the back, from the back
If you f*ckin' with me, baby, tell me that, tell me that
I want you
I made a promise to your body I'ma stand on, ooh, I
Put your panties over there, don't wanna step on 'em
You know why 'cause I'm addicted to it
Especially when you take it off now, baby (hey)
F*ckin' me, breakin' me off, my baby
So deep in it that I'm lost, oh, baby
F*ck it, don't care what it cost now, baby
What it cost, now, baby, comin' or not?
Chains plain jane in the Cullinan drop (drop)
I'm waitin' to hear you say if you love me or not
Look me in my face so I can tell if you lyin' (whoa, yeah)
This ain't no dance song (no)
Put your panties over there, don't wanna step on 'em
'Cause you know why, 'cause I'm addicted to it
Writer: Candice Hudson, Christopher Steven Brown, Durand Bernarr, Rebekah Muhammad
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Call Me Every Day
Come rewind o
Girl, I get the money wey fit make you mine o
Give you loving every night fit make you mad o
Na only you give me love wey make me nice o, nice o, nice o
Affi make you mine o
Girl, I love you plus I never make you minus
If I let you smoke is you gon' lose my lighter?
If you paranoid then I'ma spend the night
You can get that loving every day
Diamonds dancing if na money I go pay
For your love I go pay o
E dey make a man dey chase o (oh)
I fit no dey call you every day
When you call run it back on replay
For your love I go pay o
For your love I go play o, ooh, ayy
Make I psycho, make I drive you psycho
Baby, every night say I go drive you psycho
Heavy, heavy duty don dey make me mad o
Make you make you, sing sing to the mic o
You my queen, girl, you all dat looking in your eyes o
Show you many tings you can utilize o
If I say I love you then I tell you like so (I love you)
Show you everything when I get in my zone
True that make you utilize o
Girl, when we tire tings dey wey go revive o
Give you many things wey go dey make you dance o
Girl, make you back up to the standing mic o
If his phone ring and he never call you back
You should leave him (woo)
Let me put some money in your bag, you don't need him
What I mean is if he do you bad, give me a reason
It ain't where you been, girl, it's where you at (where you at)
You can get that loving every day (oh)
Diamonds dancing if na money I go pay (play)
For your love I go pay o (pay it for you)
E dey make a man dey chase o (oh) (ooh)
I fit no dey call you every day (call me, baby)
When you call run it back on replay (play it back some more)
For your love I go pay o (oh)
For your love I go play o, ooh, ayy (ooh)
Writer: Ayodeji Ibrahim Balogun, Chris Brown, Leon Youngblood, Marcel Akunwata, Michael Adeyinka, Thierry Augustin-Lohier
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Closure
Aah, aah
Aah, aah
Watchin', know you watchin'
See, I might be all alone, that's the thing you said before
Are you sayin' it was destined? (Destined')
Can't nobody can control, had to let it ride
I been on this before anyone had an opinion
Didn't have to go to anybody, believed in my vision
Confidence, even worse
'Less there really passion
Doin' what I always wanted
All of your doubt, motivated, babe
F*ck your closure, oh (no)
I don't need (I don't need)
I don't need closure, oh (no)
I don't need, I don't need, I don't need
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
You really think that I need
I need your need closure
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (huh)
Funny how it be the ones who hated (hated)
Same ones who say they knew you would make it
Always gon' find something to be mad at
I ain't got shit to prove to you, no
Why you jaded?
Probably wanna see me fall, are you waitin'?
Gettin' better by the week, what you doin'?
Don't try to compete, you'll go crazy, crazy, oh
Confidence even worse
'Cause there really passion
Doin' what I always wanted (wanted)
All of your doubt, motivated, babe
F*ck your closure, oh (no)
I don't need (I don't need)
I don't need closure, oh (no)
I don't need, I don't need, I don't need
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
You really think that I need
I need your need closure
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (huh)
(Yeah, yeah)
The f*ck we doin'? Makin' moves, baby (moves, baby)
Know that I never been a number two, baby (hey)
You know exactly how it's done
We gon' make it somehow (oh-whoa)
You f*ck with Breezy, you can't lose, baby
Please don't lash out so we don't end up on the news, baby
Relax and clear my head and smoke this motherf*ckin' loud
I'm tryna stay away from the hate
F*ck your closure, oh (no)
I don't need (I don't need)
I don't need closure, oh
I don't need, I don't need, I don't need
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
You really think that I need
I need your need closure
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (I don't need your)
(Hey)
Aah, aah
Aah, aah
Writer: Adonis Gree, Cassidy Wilmot, Christopher Maurice Brown, Floyd Bentley, Gabriella Wilson, Joi Wynn, Mayila Caiemi Marie Jones, Patrizio Pigliapoco, Ronald M Jr Ferebee
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Need You Right Here
Hmm, mm-mm
Oh, oh-woah
Need you right here
You know what I like
Girl, let's take it there, oh-whoa
Do it all night
Come and put it on me
I don't want nobody but you, oh-whoa, you
It's only you, I swear
It's only you, I swear
Whoa-oh, I
Whoa-oh, I
Okay, she drip, drip, slidin'
Turn into a beast soon as I get behind it
You know I'm a freak, here go this stick shift, drive it
When I wanna f*ck, she call me, perfect timin'
I, I been livin' in the deep end
I, I been puttin' my face in it
My god, don't tell me that you leavin'
I'll give you somethin' to believe in (woo)
Yo, big body, she gon' f*ck me like she love me
In the bathroom of the party, so shut up
Tom Brady, how I'm dancin' in the pocket
Just to pass it to your body
And you shakin' it like you from the ghetto (woo)
You know it ain't no limit to gettin' naughty
You get me started, I'm finna finish on your body
Anything you want, girl, just say it, I'ma do it
I just you want to tatt' my name on that booty
Yeah, oh
Need you right here
You know what I like
Girl, let's take it there, oh-whoa
Do it all night
Come and put it on me
I don't want nobody but you, oh-whoa, you
Need you right here
Need you right here, yeah
Let's take it there, oh-whoa
Do it all night
And she like, "Now you wanna come around (come around)
Now you wanna go downtown
Crazy how all these things turned out now
You don't wanna go with me another round" (nah)
I just parked the Phantom out back (back)
Crazy how all your niggas got it like that (damn)
It's crazy that you the one that got it like that
You're makin' me proud
'Cause I know a girl who thinks that she's down like you
But (nah), she don't get down like you, girl (nah, nah, nah)
And she ain't catchin' up to you no time soon
That's why I need you here in my room
Really, yo, it's all up to you
I (ayy, I)
I, baby, I (need you right here)
Yeah, oh
Need you right here
You know what I like
Girl, let's take it there, oh-whoa
Do it all night
Come and put it on me
I don't want nobody but you, oh-whoa, you
Need you right here
Need you right here, yeah
Let's take it there, oh-whoa
Do it all night
Writer: Bryson Dujuan Tiller, Christopher Maurice Brown, Francis Leblanc, Kifano Reque, Leon D. Youngblood, Patrizio Pigliapoco
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Sex Memories
S-S-Sex memories
B-B-Best memories
S-S-Sex memories
(Sex memories) yeah
Woke up to a text from you that said, "Are you sleepin'?"
Knowin' damn well I'd come alive in the evenin'
You know I need that ass a lot when we beefin'
I know you want it and don't even gotta pretend
Call me as soon as you pull up, you got the gate code
The door's unlocked, I'm sittin' right here with this bankroll
She bend it over, I put her hands down on her ankles (ooh, yeah)
Yeah, that's the type of shit I like, yeah
Promise when I do it to you, I'ma do it right (oh)
Put them legs up (yeah) in the sky (yeah)
Feel like you gon' fly, like we f*ckin' on a cloud
Sextin' to me, bring me right to my knees (oh-oh)
I wanna make sex memories (memories)
'Cause we made the best memories (oh, yeah)
When you look at the bed, you think of me
It's hard for you to forget me when I leave
I wanna make sex memories (oh, yeah)
'Cause we made the best memories
When you look at the bed, you think of me (when you look, when you look)
When you're lookin' back, you're seein' me
You want it so bad, better be ready when I say so
Make me forget that I had any other love before
'Cause I flip it up (it up)
While you take you down
In the end, boy you gonna want another round
No talkin', I got plans for you
Open it up and it's an ocean view
You already know what this is
Tell them bitches to mind they business
I'm your favorite now
Promise, come get it, get it
Don't ask me stay the night (ooh, yeah)
No need to watch the clock, take your time (time)
Your hands all on the spot (spot)
I can't wait to think about sex memories
Have you beggin' on your knees, oh-oh
I wanna make sex memories (I wanna)
'Cause we made the best memories (oh, memories)
When you look at the bed, you think of me (I think of you, I think of you)
It's hard for you to forget me when I leave (I wanna)
I wanna make sex memories (I wanna)
'Cause we made the best memories (we made the best, girl, we made)
When you look at the bed, you think of me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
When you're throwin' it back, you look at me (yeah, yeah)
When I look at the backseat of my Rover
Had plenty room, so that one time, I bent you over
What about that time I had you leakin' on my sofa?
I'm sayin' I can't help it, thinkin' 'bout you so much
When I'm lookin' at my kitchen, girl, it's you (you, you, you, you, you)
I had that camera, you know we made a move, yeah (movie, yeah)
This time I'm thinkin' we can try somethin' new
Yeah, that's the type of shit I like
Promise when I do it to you, I'ma do it right
Put them legs up in the sky (ohh)
Feel like you gon' fly, like we f*ckin' on a cloud
All these sex memories of you at night (oh, baby)
I wanna make sex memories (I do)
'Cause we made the best memories (oh, yeah)
When you look at the bed, you think of me (I do, I do)
It's hard for you to forget me when I leave
I wanna make sex memories (oh, memories)
'Cause we made the best memories
When you look at the bed, you think of me
When you're throwin' it back, you look at me
Writer: Christopher Maurice Brown, Ella Mai Howell
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Hmhmm
Can I get a taste? (Yeah)
Hmm-mmm, taste, hmm-mmm, uh
Can I get a taste? (Yeah)
Hmm-mmm, taste (ooh), hmm-mmm (yeah, bitch)
Shawty, what's your flavour? (Yeah, yeah)
I just need a favor (yeah, yeah)
Can I get a taste? (Yeah)
Hmm-mmm, taste (I want it, babe), hmm-mmm (yeah)
Bad bitches graduatin' law school, yeah
You put that lesson in my face, and I'll school ya
This ain't the type of situation that you're used to
I'm tryna eat that pussy even though you're boo'd up (ooh)
Tell me all your fantasies
Baby, when I lay between
Lick you from your head to feet
Kissin' on your Georgia peach (mwah)
I wanna see how you ride it, I need that boom kack
I need to get in that water like, "Where the pool at?" (Ohh)
Make it squirt to the sky, put my face in
But before I leave, baby, baby, don't do that
Can I get a taste? (Yeah)
Hmm-mmm, taste, hmm-mmm, uh
Can I get a taste? (Taste)
Hmm-mmm, taste (ooh), hmm-mmm (yeah, bitch)
Shawty, what's your flavor? (Yeah, yeah, ohh)
I just need a favor (favor)
Can I get a taste? (Yeah)
Hmm-mmm, taste (I want it, babe), hmm-mmm (yeah, yeah)
It's the young, shinin' Papi' to all the thotties
She'll get out her body to get a picture beside me
Brown-skinned chocolate, sprinkle her with the toppings
Or maybe a strawberry lookin', lookin' for her cherry
I'm ready if you ready, vanilla with it, whenever (mwah)
I mix it all together, I couldn't decide which one's better
Rolls Royce leather, relaxin' me under pressure
I let her spend the extra, she thinkin' we go together
Send pictures to her mama and auntie like, "This my nigga"
"Bae, you silly," she like, "Nah, I'm serious, I ain't trippin'
I know these hoes want you, I want you more, just remember
And make sure she ain't dip it, it ain't gold just 'cause it's jiggle"
Can I get a taste? (Yeah)
Hmm-mmm, taste, hmm-mmm, uh (can I get a taste? Yeah)
Can I get a taste? (Yeah)
Hmm-mmm, taste, hmm-mmm (can I get a taste? Yeah, bitch)
Shawty, what's your flavor? (Yeah, yeah, whoa, whoa)
I just need a favor (yeah, yeah)
Can I get a taste? (Yeah)
Hmm-mmm, taste, hmm-mmm
Taste, hmm-mmm, taste, hmm-mmm, uh
Taste, hmm-mmm, taste, hmm-mmm, uh
Girl, you down tonight (tonight)
Your nigga ain't stoppin' me, let's have fun tonight ('night)
You know you somebody, baby
Get it while it's hot, and he don't lick you the same
I lick it out the pot, girl, it's game time
That slow motion, I
Spread your legs, make you open wide
Put your lips on my chin
I like (I like), a girl that like (a girl that like)
To cum twice (to cum twice), here it is
Shawty, this is worth it, I believe it's perfect
Will you let me put it up inside you 'til you can't take it
See that look up in your face, before I kill that shit (wait)
Can I get a taste?
Hmm-mmm, taste, hmm-mmm, uh (ooh)
Can I get a taste?
Hmm-mmm, taste, hmm-mmm
Shawty, what's your flavor?
I just need a favor
Can I get a taste?
Hmm-mmm, taste, hmm-mmm
Writer: Andre Proctor, Bobby Turner, Christopher Brown, Deundraeus Portis, Floyd Bentley, George Stone, Jabreh Deshon Shaw, Patrizio Pigliapoco
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, The Administration MP, Inc., CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Psychic
Babe
Girl, you're psychic, psychic
Don't be lookin' at me sideways, sideways
Girl, you psychic, psychic, oh, oh
Sexy, sexy
It's your life, your way
I know you psychic, psychic
Stop lookin' at me sideways, I wanna
I wanna know how she know (me)
And how she readin' my mind (she)
She catch me every time
She might be psychic (yeah)
But I like it
She know about them other girls (the freaks)
But she's still on my mind (for weeks)
Her third eye's always on me
Might be psychic (yeah)
But I like it, yeah
Loosen up, baby, you're a dime (that's right)
Can you choose me? Yeah (yeah)
You know I'm not with a lot of goofy stuff (stupid)
No rush, don't confuse yourself
I told you plenty times, I been through some stuff
A lot on my mind, yeah, time's get rough
You give me a sign, I'll ante up, up high
I got the keys in the trunk
If it come down to it, would you lie for me?
Put your life on the line, cry for me?
All I'm askin' from you is a little loyalty
All I'm askin' from you is a little loyalty, yeah
I wanna know how she know (me)
And how she readin' my mind (she)
She catch me every time
She might be psychic (yeah)
But I like it
She know about them other girls (the freaks, oh)
But she's still on my mind (for weeks, yeah)
Her third eye's always on me
Might be psychic (yeah)
But I like it, yeah
I know it's late but there's so much I could offer you
I know you can't get these party promoters off of you
But tell me, would you slide for me if I called for you?
Hop in the shower, let me wash that club off of you
And I got some Colgate for that Casamigos
I know that tequila aggravate your alter ego
And that little body that you got is like a cheat code
You a sweetheart but I know that you a freak, though (freak, though)
I know you at the club sippin' Clicquot
Rappin' to that Durkio, but you know I know that you a geek, though
I know you watch anime, I know you'd rather be home
I know you had a emo phase and you had a ringtone
That went like (you've been waitin' so long)
Yes, I have and I'm growin' impatient
Growin' up, I used to go in the basement
Now I'm grown and we on the top floor, it's amazin'
The penthouse, NASA, I'll show you what space is
First, second, third, I could show you the bases
I don't have to say shit
'Cause I feel like you know what I'm thinkin'
I wanna know how she know (me)
And how she readin' my mind (she)
She catch me every time
She might be psychic (might be, yeah)
But I like it
She know about them other girls (the freaks, she knows all about them girls)
But she's still on my mind (for weeks, always on my mind)
Her third eye's always on me (ooh)
Might be psychic (yeah)
But I like it, yeah
Shawty psychic, she sideways
Shawty lookin' so good, she my taste
Make me feel so good in every way
You keep readin' my mind, baby, so I hope you understand me
Girl, you psychic, psychic (woo)
Girl, you lookin' so good, you're my taste (woo)
She make me feel so good in every way
Stop lookin' at me sideways, girl
'Cause I know you understand me
I wanna know how she know (me)
And how she readin' my mind (she)
She catch me every time
She might be psychic (yeah)
But I like it
She know about them other girls (the freaks)
But she's still on my mind (for weeks)
Her third eye's always on me
Might be psychic (ooh, yeah)
But I like it, yeah
You've been waitin' so long
Been waitin' so-
You've been waitin' so long
Been waitin' s-
You've been waitin' so long
I'm here to answer your call
Writer: Albrecht Lange, Christopher Maurice Brown, Justin Chaisson-Smith, Mohammad Nasrollahnejad, Nick Cassidy, Omololu Omari Akinlolu, Patrizio Pigliapoco, Raynford Humphrey
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Show It
Baby, you ain't gotta do too much (yeah)
When I get a taste of your love, it's amazin' (yeah)
And every time I feel your touch (oh)
Ain't nobody got my heartbeat racin'
The way you do it to me
Ain't nothin' that you can do to make me leave
Only wanna get through to me (yeah)
Whenever you're ready, girl, I'm first in line
You gotta know
Ain't like your ex-man, baby, I ain't one of those
I know you're different by the way you take it slow
Touchin' on your body, movin' like a pro
You done had too many lames (lames)
Put you in a Wraith, now you're switchin' lanes
Girl, you got me changin' up my ways (ways)
Baby, anything to see your face
You know what it feels like (ooh)
Come and make it feel right
Makin' love to you (you)
You love it when I'm makin' love to you
The way you make it feel like the first time
I know that you know it, but why don't you show it?
When I'm makin' love to you (oh)
I only wanna make love to you
Ayy, let me address the facts (yeah)
You always pull up on me with that pressure pack (with that pressure)
Keep on givin', I gotta bless you back (gotta bless you)
Three-round minimum, nothin' less than that, ayy
I go above and beyond for baby
'Cause she been understandin' the assignment lately, yeah
Match my energy, we shinin', ain't we?
VS20 up, color the diamonds crazy (sheesh)
Gotta finish, but it's a ten-two (ten-two)
But you been knew (but you been knew)
Yeah, I'm busy, you busy, ain't holdin' that against you
That just make things better when we fins to
That just make things wetter when I slip through
They say, "Blxst don't miss," well, I miss you
And I'm not a killer, but tonight, I might attempt to (I might attempt)
Tell 'em you busy, they callin' you breathless
Gotta forgive me for bein' this reckless (hey), but
You know what it feels like (you know, oh)
Come and make it feel right (oh)
Makin' love to you (to you, baby)
You love it when I'm makin' love to you (ooh-ooh, oh)
The way you make it feel like the first time (first time)
I know that you know it (oh), but why don't you show it?
When I'm makin' love to you (makin')
I only wanna make love to you
Make love (make love)
I won't do it for the same girls (same girls, same girls)
Make love (make love)
I won't do it for the same girls
Baby (yeah)
Know, ooh-woah, oh, oh
You know what it feels like (oh, baby)
Come and make it feel right (ooh, amazin')
Makin' love to you (love to you)
You love it when I'm makin' love to you (love to you, oh)
The way you make it feel like the first time (make me feel)
I know that you know it, but why don't you show it? (Show it when I'm)
When I'm makin' love to you (ooh, yeah)
I only wanna make love to you (to you, baby)
Writer: Charles Stephens Iii, Christopher Maurice Brown, Ellery Mckinney, Jamal Gaines, Jayde Hamilton, Jeffrey A. Holmes, John Concepcion, Mark A. Hudson, Matthew Burdette, Miles Barker, Patrizio Pigliapoco, Quinton Lamar Cook
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Sleep At Night
I know you've been
Tellin' everybody who will listen
That I ain't shit
I ain't been shit
But that's your perspective (oh, yeah)
And we know perspective's subjective (oh)
I, I
Don't blame you, baby
You lie (lie)
To show me, baby
That's okay 'cause you're gonna do what you wanna do (do)
Play it how you wanna, move how you wanna move (move)
I ain't gon' stop ya, say what you wanna say (say)
That's okay, it's okay
I guess you gotta do whatever helps you sleep at night (oh)
Hope you're comfortable layin' your head down on your pride (pride)
Holdin' on to lonely ego with your bitter lies
But whatever helps you sleep at night, at night
Ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, no, no
Ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
For the record, I
You know I called you on your shit, why?
Bringin' tainted vibes
Somethin' is off with your inside
Bitter Betty doin' the most (oh-oh)
Need to call a holy ghost (ooh)
So you can find a healthy way to cope (oh-oh)
Oh-woah
We both out here livin' different lives
Why you still tryna be part of mine?
After seven months of no reply
Bound to make me show that other side
That's okay 'cause you're gonna do what you wanna do (do)
Play it how you wanna, move how you wanna move (move)
I ain't gon' stop ya, say what you wanna say (say)
That's okay, it's okay
I guess you gotta do whatever helps you sleep at night (no)
Hope you're comfortable layin' your head down on your pride (pride)
Holdin' on to lonely ego with your bitter lies
But whatever helps you sleep at night, at night
Just go to sleep, baby (ooh)
What you gotta do is do
What's right for you and me, baby (ooh)
Oh no, no, no
Know you gotta be missin' me, baby
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh
Whatever helps you sleep at night
I can help with that
Whatever you want, girl, I got you
Writer: Christopher Maurice Brown, Cooper Douglas Mcgill, Darius Coleman, Dylan Ismael Teixeira, Jamal Gaines, Joshua Christian Conerly, Larrance Levar Dopson, Loenard Eugene Lowman, Thomas Westly Lumpkins, Travis J. Sayles
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Passing Time
Time after time, I tell you why again
Why won't you let me leave?
F*ckin' up more than a bag, you f*ckin' up friends
If I told you the whole truth, would you lie?
If my heart is in your hands, will I die?
If your mama and your daddy don't like me
Would you stay in my corner when I fight?
Would you love me? (Love me)
Do you believe in life after love?
'Cause I've been thinkin' we both had enough
But I'm not sayin' that's the answer
Oh, I want her to tell me if it's real, if there really ain't no trust
I'ma make you bust, but I need you to be cool with yourself
Maybe we be goin' slow-mo (yeah)
Maybe we should pick it up like on the go-go (go-go)
Maybe change of pace is needed for the glow up
We can take it or we leave it or we show out
Time after time, I tell you why again
Why won't you let me leave? (Petty lil' bitch)
F*ckin' up more than a bag, you f*ckin' up friends (f*ckin' up friends)
If I told you the whole truth, would you lie? (To me)
If my heart is in your hands, will I die? (Will I die?)
If your mama and your daddy don't like me (don't like me)
Would you stay in my corner when I fight? (When I fight)
Would you love me? (Love me)
Don't start nothin' and it won't be nothin' (it won't be nothin')
Good love comes with a little bag and no strings (little bag, no strings)
Say now, if you ready I can be your savior (savior)
Say, oh, say when and I'ma see you later (later)
Girl, you all up in my head, I keep my distance
I been wishin' for the better in an instant
I been handlin' all my shit 'cause it's the business
But I know if I let go that I will miss this (miss this)
Miss this
Time after time, I tell you why again (why? Why?)
Why won't you let me leave? (Leave)
F*ckin' up more than a bag, you f*ckin' up friends (ooh-ooh)
If I told you the whole truth, would you lie? (To me)
If my heart is in your hands, will I die? (Will I die?)
If your mama and your daddy don't like me (don't like me)
Would you stay in my corner when I fight? (When I fight?)
Would you love me?
Writer: Amish Dilipkumar Patel, Chris Brown, Daecolm Diego Holland, Jamal Gaines, Joseph William Gosling, Tyler Hotston
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
WE (Warm Embrace)
I can see your mind is overworked, boo (yeah)
Tension in your body when I touch you (yeah)
Girl, you deserve it
I'm gon' make every second of this worth it
Love how you do everything, you do with a purpose, babe
Focus, babe, oh-oh
Temperature keeps rising like Poseidon when you ride my wave
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Whisper your desires, I'll provide 'em, will you say you'll stay tonight?
'Cause when we done making love, clean it up
And I wanted to wrap you in
My warm embrace
And make it last forever
Girl, I catch a glimpse of heaven
When you let me wrap you in (wrap you in)
My warm embrace (my warm embrace)
Visions of my hands in places
My warm embrace
Take my chance and dive into your ocean, yeah
Tried my best to give you all that you want
Girl, before you leave, let me love every part of your anatomy
And I want you to pour your pain on me, oh yeah
Temperature keeps rising
Like Poseidon when you ride my wave (ride my wave, oh)
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah (oh-oh), yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah (yeah-yeah)
Whisper your desires
I'll provide 'em, will you say you'll stay tonight? (Yeah, yeah)
'Cause when we done making love (when we done), clean it up
And I wanted to wrap you in (ooh)
My warm embrace (my warm, my warm)
And make it last forever
Girl, I catch a glimpse of heaven
When you let me wrap you in (ooh)
My warm embrace (my warm embrace)
Visions of my hands in places (yeah)
My warm embrace
Let me make it right
Take my time inside
I know you're way past due
Give my all to you (huh)
Tonight gon' be about you, baby
Give you somethin' that'll drive you crazy
Will you say that you'll stay?
'Cause when we done making love, clean it up
And I wanted to wrap you in (oh, no-no)
My warm embrace (my warm embrace)
And make it last forever
Girl, I catch a glimpse of heaven (ooh)
When you let me wrap you in (let me wrap you in)
My warm embrace (oh-oh-oh)
Visions of my hands in places
My warm embrace
Wrap you in
My warm embrace
Make it last forever, baby
Uh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
My warm embrace
(My warm embrace, my warm embrace)
(My warm embrace, my warm embrace)
Writer: Bernard Belle, Christopher Brown, Derrick Beck, Donameche Jackson, Ellery McKinney, Jamal Gaines, Keith Sweat, Patrizio Pigliapoco, Teddy Riley, Wilbart McCoy
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, The Administration MP, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Forbidden
Baby, you trippin'
What's up? What you got? A gun?
Oh
I been shot
She the one that scoped me out
Time to stop
It was all part of the plot
Now the sky is fallin' when I call your name (ooh)
I gotta have you, let me get it
She so bad, it's irrational
No good for me but I have to know
Get what she want then she out the door, lost all control
She's been in my bed and now I'll never be the same (woo)
It's toxic when she's tastin' me
She got poison on my tongue
When her time is up, can't get enough
That girl just not a keeper
But I keep on tryna keep her
And she's way too hard to hold
Can't crack the code
But she keeps me wantin' more
She bad to the bone
And when her time is up, I can't get enough
That girl just not a keeper
But I keep on tryna keep her (ooh)
I wanna love you, babe
(I wanna love you, girl, I wanna love you, girl, I wanna love you)
I know it's forbidden, baby, oh Lord
I took a bite and now the walls are cavin' in (yeah)
Ooh, nah
You so bad, it's irrational
No good for me but I have to know
Get what she want then she out the door
But I love f*ckin' you
She's been in my bed but now I'll never be the same, woo (woo)
It's toxic when she's tastin' me
She got poison on my tongue
When her time is up
Can't get enough
That girl just not a keeper
But I keep on tryna keep her
And she's way too hard to hold
Can't crack the code
But she keeps me wantin' more
She bad to the bone
And when her time is up
I can't get enough
That girl just not a keeper
But I keep on tryna keep her
Your love is catastrophe
I get the feelin' that you after me
It's like your soul is attached to me
I hate it but I love it when that ass on me (ooh)
Your love is catastrophe (ooh)
I get the feelin' that you after me
It's like your soul is attached to me (you know what you doin')
I hate it but I love it when that ass on me, yeah (you know what you doin')
It's toxic when she's tastin' me
She got poison on her tongue (ooh)
When her time is up
Can't get enough
That girl just not a keeper (she ain't, she ain't)
But I keep on tryna keep her (oh, no, baby)
And she's way too hard to hold (whoa, no, baby)
Can't crack the code (she ain't)
But she keeps me wantin' more (wantin' more)
She bad to the bone (whoa)
And when her time is up (ooh)
I can't get enough (ooh)
That girl just not a keeper (no, no, she's not)
But I keep on tryna keep her (oh)
And when her time is up
Can't get enough
That girl just not a keeper
But I keep on tryna keep her
That girl just not a keeper
But I keep on tryna keep her
Writer: Travis Emmett Bruce, Starchild Yeezo, Ellery McKinney, Jamal Gaines, Charles Stephens III, Christopher Maurice Brown
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, The Administration MP, Inc., Spirit Music Group, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Bad Then A Beach
Lil' mama bad and she bad then a bitch, yeah
She got that stash in the bag, I can see it, yeah
I got a tab in the back, if you need, yeah
She f*ck me good, I'ma put her in Givenchy
Lil' mama bad and she bad then a bitch, yeah (ooh, ooh)
She got that stash in the bag, I can see it, yeah (ooh, ooh)
I got a tab in the back, if you need, yeah
She f*ck me good, I'ma put her in Givenchy
She f*ck me good, I'ma put her in Givenchy (Givenchy)
I f*ck her good, you can tell by what her friends say (yeah)
I'm out the hood, lil' mama know we ain't friendly (nah)
We livin' good, lil' mama, Rovers and Bentleys (yeah)
I got a thotty with a body that I'm lowkey cuffin' (ooh
And keep a bad lil' bitch around so, bae, you know we f*ckin'
I keep her mouth wide like she told me somethin'
I hit it so good, lil' ma, you owe me somethin'
Lil' mama bad and she bad then a bitch, yeah (yeah, yeah)
She got that stash in the bag, I can see it, yeah (yeah, yeah)
I got a tab in the back, if you need, yeah
She f*ck me good, I'ma put her in Givenchy
Lil' mama bad and she bad then a bitch, yeah (ooh, ooh)
She got that stash in the bag, I can see it, yeah (ooh, ooh)
I got a tab in the back, if you need, yeah
She f*ck me good, I'ma put her in Givenchy
Yeah, I f*ck her good, it get wetter than a fish tank
Slangin' that wood, we gon' skip right over third base
Do it, do it lil' mama, girl, you in first place
Let me lick on your body like it's your birthday
I say, "I got it, girl, I got it, you don't owe me nothin'" (whoa)
We drinkin' bottle after bottle, that Coyote Ugly
She got me tongue-tied and I know she love it
I hit it so good, lil' ma, you owe me somethin' (yeah)
Lil' mama bad and she bad then a bitch, yeah
She got that stash in the bag, I can see it, yeah (ooh-ooh, yeah)
I got a tab in the back, if you need, yeah (you need it)
She f*ck me good, I'ma put her in Givenchy (Givenchy)
Lil' mama bad and she bad then a bitch, yeah (oh, yeah)
She got that stash in the bag, I can see it, yeah (oh, oh-oh)
I got a tab in the back, if you need, yeah (oh, yeah)
She f*ck me good, I'ma put her in Givenchy (yeah)
She f*ck me good, I'ma put her on the remix
If she feelin' fly put her on a G6
If you feelin' froggy, leap, bitch
She keep hittin' my phone, she need dick (owo)
I'll provide, just let me inside
Everything gon' be alright
Slip and slide, my fingers runnin' down your spine
She f*ck me good, I'ma put her in Givenchy (Givenchy)
Lil' mama bad and she bad then a bitch, yeah
She got that stash in the bag, I can see it, yeah
I got a tab in the back, if you need, yeah
She f*ck me good, I'ma put her in Givenchy
Lil' mama bad and she bad then a bitch, yeah (ooh, ooh)
She got that stash in the bag, I can see it, yeah (ooh, ooh)
I got a tab in the back, if you need, yeah
She f*ck me good, I'ma put her in Givenchy
Lil' mama bad and she bad then a bitch, yeah
She got that stash in the bag, I can see it, yeah
I got a tab in the back, if you need, yeah
She f*ck me good, I'ma put her in Givenchy
Lil' mama bad and she bad then a bitch, yeah
She got that stash in the bag, I can see it, yeah
I got a tab in the back, if you need, yeah
She f*ck me good, I'ma put her in Givenchy
Writer: Christopher Maurice Brown, Jared Scharff, Jeremy Ruzumna, Joseph Scott Karnes, Patrizio Pigliapoco, Samuel David Jimenez
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Survive The Night
(I won't go back, that's how I feel about it) true
(Put it in my interview if you're real about it) yeah
(If I move on, then you gon' hear about it) yeah
(I feel a way and I feel real about it)
Yeah, I'm just tryna survive the night
And take my own advice
And never love again
Toxic as you are, you're a vice
Can't get you out of my mind
I took the drug again, yeah
Not a good decision inside, it's only you by my side
I've had enough again, yeah, uh
Who told you you get to decide the way I'm feelin' inside?
I'm f*ckin' over it
I love you
You just take advantage 'cause you know I do
I can't wait until I'm strong enough to walk away
I can't wait until your love don't make me feel a way
Yeah, I'm just tryna survive the night
And take my own advice
And never love again
Toxic as you are, you're a vice
Can't get you out of my mind
I took the drug again, yeah
Not a good decision inside, it's only you by my side
I've had enough again, yeah, uh
Who told you you get to decide the way I'm feelin' inside?
I'm f*ckin' over it
(Who told you you get to decide?)
(Who told you you get to decide the way I'm feelin' inside?)
I'm f*ckin' over it
Oh, oh, oh (woo)
I won't go back, that's how I feel about it
Put it in my interview if you're real about it
If I move on, then you gon' hear about it
I feel a way and I feel real about it
I love you
You just take advantage 'cause you know I do
I can't wait until I'm strong enough to walk away
I can't wait until your love don't make me feel a way
Yeah, I'm just tryna survive the night
And take my own advice
And never love again
Toxic as you are, you're a vice
Can't get you out of my mind
I took the drug again, yeah
Not a good decision inside, it's only you by my side
I've had enough again, yeah, uh
Who told you you get to decide the way I'm feelin' inside?
I'm f*ckin' over it
(Who told you you get to decide?)
(Who told you you get to decide the way I'm feelin' inside?)
I'm f*ckin' over it
(I won't go back, that's how I feel about it) true
(Put it in my interview if you're real about it) yeah
(If I move on, then you gon' hear about it) yeah
(I feel a way and I feel real about it)
Writer: Brian Lamont Brown, Christopher Maurice Brown, Donald Philp, Leon D. Youngblood, Michael Jeffrey Jiminez, Patrizio Pigliapoco, Riley James Urick, Yacoub Elias Kawaja
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, The Administration MP, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Dream
Baby, look what you done started
F*ck you in the shower or the counter, we got options
Put it all on you tonight, yeah
You know that it's on sight, ohh (yeah)
I'm the reason you keep coming back, girl, you fiendin'
I'm addicted to the way you ride it when you screaming
Tryna touch your soul when I'm all in it, can you feel me?
Yeah, and I don't care who hears us
Baby, I want you to scream
But not in a bad way (bad way)
Put you to bed early
I'ma take you to a new place
Close your eyes and go to sleep
I ain't talking 'bout a nightmare (no)
And I been waiting all day (all day)
So don't hold backe, babe
Baby, I want you to dream, dream
Dream
Dream, dream (ooh, dream)
You gon' see me, baby, when I make you dream
Body drippin', I'm a star leaking
Wanna taste all of your flavors
New position, yeah, baby, listen
We wakin' up all the neighbors
We can have a private party
And we don't have to tell nobody
Baby, yeah
And that's why I know that
I'm the reason you keep coming back, girl, you fiendin'
I'm addicted to the way you ride it when you screaming
Tryna touch your soul when I'm all in it, can you feel me?
Yeah, and I don't care who hears us
Baby, I want you to scream
And not in a bad way (no, baby)
Put you to bed early (put you to bed)
I'ma take you to a new place
Close your eyes and go to sleep (oh, go to sleep)
I ain't talking 'bout a nightmare (no)
And I been waiting all day (I'm waiting)
So don't hold backe, babe (no, no)
Baby, I want you to dream, dream (ohh, yeah, baby)
Dream (girl, go to sleep, girl, go to sleep)
Dream, dream (yeah)
You gon' see me, baby, when I make you dream
Writer: Aaron Rogers, Arnold Dudley, Christopher Brown, Dylan Graham, Eddy Bizimania, Jamal Gaines, John Concepcion, Joseph Moses, Kaniel Castenda, Nigel Sparks, Rashad Johnson, Tristan Rice, William Gittens
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Slide
Yeah, yeah
What did I?
Ooh, yeah
July, girl, it's time for us to be close
You got what I want, tryna rock the boat
If I take a drive to come pick you up
Then you comin' by and we makin' love
So get dressed, pack a bag 'cause I'm on my way
Girl, you sexy in my favorite lingerie
You know I feel a vibe and you tryna f*ck
So come through for the night, baby girl, it's up
Can you come through?
I can pour you wine, ease your mind, get you right
Lay you down, how you like me too
I'll let you decide, girl, we got all night
Baby girl, just let me know the mood (yeah)
Can tell you on by the way you textin'
Girl, I'll pull up when you send a message
Call up a Lyft and send 'em my direction
I wanna know if you gon' slide (slide, come over)
Promise you ain't gon' regret your decision, baby, slide (slide)
Baby, I'm tryna be the one to grant all your wishes
Baby, slide (come over)
It ain't too late for you to hit my line now
I just need for you to make your mind up
Just slide
Left to right
When you dancin' with me, girl, you should meet me in private
Sex all night
The way you eye f*ckin' me, girl, you already decided (oh)
I know what you need, yeah
Girl, your energy, your ass is stayin' the night
What's it gonna be, yeah? (Oh)
I'll shoot you my location on a text
Girl, can you come through? (Yeah)
I can pour you wine, ease your mind, get you right
Lay you down, how you like me too
I'll let you decide, girl, we got all night
Baby girl, just let me know the mood, yeah (oh, just let me know the mood)
Can tell you on by the way you textin'
Girl, I'll pull up when you send a message
Call up a Lyft and send 'em my direction
I wanna know if you gon' slide (yeah, slide, come over)
Promise you ain't gon' regret your decision
Baby, slide (no, just)
Baby, I'm tryna be the one to grant all your wishes
Baby, slide (come over)
It ain't too late for you to hit my line now
I just need for you to make your mind up (ooh, yeah0
Just slide
Writer: Christopher Brown, David Sampson, Jamal Gaines, Julian Ray, Lance Hunter, Patrizio Pigliapoco, Wilbert Richardson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Harder
We done had a lot of sips from this bottle
2 AM came 'round a lil' faster than we thought
Don't you try to go and leave, girl, now don't ya
And since I got you here, might as well do some explorin'
Don't be shy, you know you want this
And I'm gon' give it how you want it
There's so much we can do, girl, it's only you
Clothes makin' a trail, leadin' to the room
I'ma make you a believer
Don't you tap out
Girl, don't you run from me
I'm 'bout to go harder in your love
I want to feel you up
Girl, 'til you overflowin'
I'm 'bout to go harder in your love, ooh
(Relax) relax and open up the door (open up the door)
Let your inhibitions fall now, now (inhibitions fall now, now)
Overtime like this a sport
And you know I'ma winner, so you know I'ma finish (yeah-yeah)
Ooh, yeah (ooh, yeah)
You and me just feels so right
We're makin' moments to create
No lie
Don't be shy, you know you want this
And I'm gon' give it how you want it
There's so much we can do, girl, it's only you
Clothes makin' a trail, leadin' to the room
Make you a believer, baby
Don't you tap out
Girl, don't you run from me (no)
I'm 'bout to go harder in your love, oh-oh (can you hear me?)
I'm gon' fill you up (fill you)
Girl, 'til you overflowin' (overflowin')
I'm 'bout to go harder in your love, ooh (yeah)
I bet you never felt a feelin'
Like this before (like this before), oh (oh)
Levitatin' from the ceilin', baby
Beat it up 'til you can't take no more (oh)
Don't you tap out (baby, oh)
Girl, don't you run from me
I'm 'bout to go harder in your love, oh-oh
I'm gon' fill you up
Until you leakin', baby
I'm 'bout to go harder in your love
Writer: Christopher Brown, Darius Coleman, Dylan Teixeira, Jamal Gaines, Joshua Conerly, Shaun Carrington, Thomas Lumpkins, Travis Sayles
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
On Some New Shit
Tryna find a flame for my fire, I can't burn it out
Smoke is cloudin' in a fantasy
And now we are where we are right now
Now we found our way back to each other and turned it around
We'll build a hell of a family
That's where we are, where we are right now
On that good shit (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Miss me with the bullshit
On that good shit (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Miss me with the bullshit
Now the tables are turnin', emotions are burnin'
It's drivin' you crazy
I'm sick and tired of the fightin', wasn't part of the plan
Now it's out of my hands
Missed calls in the middle of the night
I can feel somethin' ain't right
I done had enough of it
Ain't no need to fake the funk in my bedroom
'Cause we be on that good shit (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Can you miss me?) (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Miss me with the bullshit
(We stay on that)
On that good shit (oh, ah, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Miss me with the bullshit (yeah)
Miss me
We been goin' back and forth, up and down
He say, she say, 'round and 'round
Break up, make up, fight then f*ck
Findin' reasons just to stick around
A-list digits just tryna be right
Sleepin' back to back in the bed for the whole night
Ooh-ooh-ooh, toxic energy
Ooh-ooh-ooh, we spillin' gasoline
And I done had enough of it
Ain't no need to fake the funk in my bedroom
On that good shit (yeah, ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Girl, miss me with, oh-oh)
Miss me with the bullshit (yeah)
(But we be)
On that good shit (ooh, ooh, ooh)
(On that bullshit, on that bullshit, bullshit) (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Miss me with the bullshit (ooh)
(Ooh)
(Ooh)
Writer: Christopher Brown, Darius Coleman, Jamal Gaines, Joshua Conerly, Leonard Lowman, Thomas Lumpkins, Travis Sayles, Patrizio Pigliapoco
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Luckiest Man
Woke up in the middle of you
Feels just like the middle of spring
Nothing left to do but a ring
La-da, bada-boom, bada-bing
I hit the low Jack, high and low
So hard to fight back, hard to go
Consider me the luckiest man in the world
'Cause you're my girl
Consider me the luckiest man in the world
'Cause you're my girl
I can't believe that you
Were even single and free (oh)
Consider me the luckiest man in the world
'Cause you're my girl
Wake up in the middle of you, oh
Feels just like the middle of spring
Nothing left to do but a ring
La-da, bada-boom, bada-bing
I hit the low Jack, high and low (and low)
It's so hard to fight back, high and low
Consider me the luckiest man in the world
'Cause you're my girl
Consider me the luckiest man in the world
'Cause you're my girl (oh, no)
I can't believe that you
Were even single and free (yeah, oh)
Consider me the luckiest man in the world
'Cause you're my girl
Writer: Benjamin Harry, Chris Brown, Joel Ruiz, Leon Youngblood, Orlando Williamson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Iffy
Ayy
Pinky ring worth 'bout two-fifty (ooh, ayy)
Two-tone my Lambo, that's drippy (ooh, ayy)
Bottle after bottle, now she tipsy (ooh)
Can't trust these hoes 'cause they iffy (ooh, ayy)
I know that your best friend gon' slide now (ooh, ayy)
Party at my house, that's a vibe now (ooh, ayy)
Ballin' on these hoes like LeBron now (ooh)
She spittin' off the top, that's a freestyle
Ayy, I'm 'bout to run it up
I'm 'bout to pull up in that motherf*ckin' Bentley truck (ayy)
Got some bad bitches and they 'bout to f*ck it up (ayy)
And we takin' shit over just to sum it up, sum it up
Yeah, I need my commas, lil' bitch
I ain't playin', man, I put that on my mama and shit
Twenty-four on the jersey, just for Mamba and shit
Vince Carter on the beat, I put my arm through the rim
It's your birthday
Put your hands in the air if it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a f*ck it's not your birthday
You should be throwin' that back in the first place
It's Breezy, I know you heard of me
Ooh, yeah
Pinky ring worth 'bout two-fifty (ooh, ayy)
Two-tone my Lambo, that's drippy (ooh, ayy)
Bottle after bottle, now she tipsy (ooh)
Can't trust these hoes 'cause they iffy (ooh, ayy)
I know that your best friend gon' slide now (ooh, ayy)
Party at my house, that's a vibe now (ooh, ayy)
Ballin' on these hoes like LeBron now (ooh)
She spittin' off the top, that's a freestyle
I'm about to turn it up a hundred degrees
Got my baby goin' up, flight overseas
I don't know where your girl at, she missin'
I'm a bad boy like a Detroit Piston
Nigga, I might smash on your bitch, Mitch Richmond
Cookin' up that hot shit, yeah, we in the kitchen
You been workin' out, girl, lookin' real temptin'
The way you make it clap, tonight, I might tap that
It's your birthday (birthday)
Put your hands in the air if it's your birthday (birthday)
And you know we don't give a f*ck it's not your birthday (birthday)
You should be throwin' that back in the first place (first place)
It's Breezy, I know you heard of me
Ooh, yeah (ooh, ayy)
Pinky ring worth 'bout two-fifty (ooh, ayy)
Two-tone my Lambo, that's drippy (ooh, ayy)
Bottle after bottle, now she tipsy (ooh)
Can't trust these hoes 'cause they iffy (ooh, ayy)
I know that your best friend gon' slide now (ooh, ayy)
Party at my house, that's a vibe now (ooh, ayy)
Ballin' on these hoes like LeBron now (ooh)
She spittin' off the top, that's a freestyle
Yeah, let's play
Your body makes me feel a way
Just make it shake
I want you to put it all in my face
Make it nasty
Bad bitch (bad), walked in (walked)
Her friends locked in (yeah), top ten (whoa)
Toxic, I am, yes, ma'am (yeah-yeah)
And if they hatin' on you
I might have to kick 'em out
'Cause it's your birthday (it's your birthday)
Put your hands in the air if it's your birthday (birthday)
And you know we don't give a f*ck it's not your birthday (birthday, yeah)
You should be throwin' that back in the first place (first place)
It's Breezy, I know you heard of me
Ooh, yeah
Pinky ring worth 'bout two-fifty (two-fifty, oh, ayy)
Two-tone my Lambo, that's drippy (yeah-yeah, I did that, ooh, ayy)
Bottle after bottle, now she tipsy (tipsy, yeah)
Can't trust these hoes 'cause they iffy (ooh, ayy)
I know that your best friend gon' slide now (slide now, ooh, ayy)
Party at my house, that's a vibe now (vibe, ooh, ayy)
Ballin' on these hoes like LeBron now
She spittin' off the top, that's a freestyle (freestyle)
Writer: Andre Young, Chris Brown, Curtis Jackson, Darius Logan, David Samuel, Dominique Logan, Edwin Perez, Jamal Gaines, Joshua Parker, Lumidee Cedeno, Michael Jimenez, Mike Elizondo, Patrizio Pigliapoco, Steven Marsden, Teddy Mendez
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.