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Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Chris Brown - My Last (Freestyle) Lyrics

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Chris Brown - My Last (Freestyle)

[Chris Brown - Hook]
Hands up in the air
I just want the
I just want the baddest bitch in the world
Right here on my lap

And I’mma hit this drink up like it’s my last
I’mma hit this night up like it’s my last
I’mma I’mma hit this ass up like it’s my last
Swear I’mma, swear I’mma do it like I, like I never had..

Big ass bottles, Big Ice buckets
I work too hard to be ballin’ on a budget
Me and my people do it big out in public cause
Cause if you don’t do it big bitch, you aint doing nothing

And I’mma hit this drink up like it’s my last
I’mma hit this night up like it’s my last
I’mma I’mma hit this ass up like it’s my last
Swear I’mma, swear I’mma do it like I, like I never had

Like I never had it at all all all all, all all all all
Like I never had it at all all all all, all all all all

like I, like I never had it at all all all all, all all all all
Like I never had it at all all all all, all all all all

[Chris Brown - Verse 1]
Yeah, me and Sean up in VIP
All threse girls surround us
Got a bad bitch, black and Asian yeah she fine as f-ck
And she don’t need no help, so I design her up
You see couture no more, I Gucci sign her up
My credit card, hold dat! We take the bar with us
You aint careful, we take your bitch in the car with us
Front of the club, all my cars look like Toys R us

Better hold your girl hand, she looking at Breezy, trust me
And the others want Big Sean don
Got them Balck goons with me, call me Farrakhan
And when you see me, throw that Westside up
Dont get confused I’m from VA but give that Westside love
Them fly dudes, Piru, be like wattup blood
Nipsey Hussle got that muscle, Snoop wattup cuz
My n-gga Wiz no what it is, he love that Cali bud
Eastside high rise, what!

Like I never had it at all all all all, all all all all
Like I never had it at all all all all, all all all all
Like I never had it at all all all all, all all all all

[Hook]

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Game - Only One Lyrics Ft Chris Brown

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Game - Only One Ft Chris Brown

[Chris Brown]
All these girls around the World, they love me
I’m supposed to be the only one
It aint my fault if all these ladies love me
Thought I was supposed to the only one
Believe that I’m a gangsta girl
All I ever wanted was a real girl
You know that I’m a gangsta girl

[Verse 1: Game]
I’m supposed to be your number one
Thought we was getting married when the summer come
Two piece Armani with the ?
And when she look in my eyes she see a money sign
She see Loiue Vuitton, she see them Prada heels
I took her outta that couch, hotter than ?
I mean its gotta feel good to a bitch about the hood
Driving a Rose Phantom with an angel on the hood
I mean we living that good
Chowing on Mr Chow’s after this it’s Fillippe
N-gga you know my style
Lil Cristal, Lil Rose
A whole bunch of Al’s bad bitches in the place
N-gga feel like an Owl, n-gga I’m so fly
Pull that Bugatti out, them haters gon die
baby you know them doors are suicide
And it aint about nuttin but you and I

[Chris Brown]
All these girls around the World, they love me
I’m supposed to be the only one
It aint my fault if all these ladies love me
Thought I was supposed to the only one
Believe that I’m a gangsta girl
All I ever wanted was a real girl
You know that I’m a gangsta girl

[Verse 2: Game]
She used to stash my loot, all in the sofa
Then I used to knock her boots all in the sofa
She had 3 stocks, one chrome on that Toyota
Then she flipped channels on a n-gga
Oprah, all up in the club getting hawk by the vultures
The femal Spreewell, was too hard to couch her
So I had to do the best thing for both us
Take myself shopping, get my Ralph Lauren coats up
It aint trickin’ if you got it right, No sir
Can’t get a shot of Patron unless she gon f-ck
Can’t leave these hoes alone n-gga it’s so tough
Especially if they finance the nose, I pick them both up
Then we hit South beach, pull my Gucci loc’s up
Hit my n-gga Wayne like let me borrow some ?
Looking like a casting call and we show up
We getting Young Money but we grown up
So what!

[Chorus]

The Game - Pot Of Gold Lyrics ft. Chris Brown

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The Game feat. Chris Brown - Pot Of Gold

Chorus:
All this bright light is not for me
I close my eyes and imagine I’m home!
I miss the days when life was simple,
But if I never try to follow that rainbow
In search for the pot of gold!
Oh, oh, oh!
In search for the pot of gold!

…out there right now
About to have an extra…
Searching for a pot of gold like a lepricon,
They say death comes in three, two next in line,
I lost a best friend for the second time.
Now I’m on the quest to find peace,
Still gotta carry my business …when its…
You don’t understand, I’m misunderstood,
Get in the smoke two more hours, then I’m done for good.
So ten million records ain’t mean the hood,
It’s a cold world, everybody in the hood
And everybody doing time , staying here strong,
You still got a chance to let, even though you did wrong.

Chorus:
All this bright light is not for me
I close my eyes and imagine I’m home!
I miss the days when life was simple,
But if I never try to follow that rainbow
In search for the pot of gold!

Sometimes I try to do good,
But I just can’t be!
It’s hard to get myself to do things that ain’t be.
You all should thank me,
But my haters try to send me home early,
But you came home to…
I ain’t a saint, Bee, I ain’t Gaga,
I ain’t the angel leader but I try harder.
I’m like light for my soldiers at war,
I sit back and watch the ashes on my Sedan fall.
..come home and…

Chorus:
All this bright light is not for me
I close my eyes and imagine I’m home!
I miss the days when life was simple,
But if I never try to follow that rainbow
In search for the pot of gold!

Oh, see the thing about all of us,
We never know just what we find.

Chorus:
All this bright light is not for me
I close my eyes and imagine I’m home!
I miss the days when life was simple,
But if I never try to follow that rainbow
In search for the pot of gold!
Yeah! In search for the pot of gold.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Chris Brown - Bomb Lyrics (Ft. Wiz Khalifa)

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Chris Brown - Bomb (Ft. Wiz Khalifa)

[Chris Brown - Chorus]

All my ladies put your hands up
All my ladies put your hands up
If you got that bomb bomb ba bomb ba bomb bomb
Know you got that bomb bomb ba bomb ba bomb bomb
Ladies put ya hands up if you that bomb bomb
Girl you got that bomb bomb ba bomb ba bomb bomb

[Chris Brown - Verse 1]

Oh me oh my body like a monster
Let me get inside if ya booty Ima conquer
If ya question bout my size I give you the answer
Girl you got that good good
I already know
Tell it by your size
I know you a dancer
Rein-derierre Ima call you Prancer
Booty paparazzi pose for the camera

[Hook]

All my ladies if you got it let me know
She thick in her hips Cold than a motha
Licking her lips a bad mothasucker
Apple looking so right she make me want a piece
I give it to her all night so she dont wanna leave
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[Chorus]

If you got that bomb bomb ba bomb ba bomb bomb
Know you got that bomb bomb ba bomb ba bomb bomb
Ladies put ya hands up if you that bomb bomb
Girl you got that bomb bomb ba bomb ba bomb bomb

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]

Something like a pimp nothin like them other fellas
Heard that you the shit girl we should blow up together
Ooh I know you got that bomb shit call it 9/11
Im just tryna beat it up he could it acapella

We should go back to my crib thats what Ima tell her
Bring one or two of them cause your friends looking kinda jealous
Rolling papers like propellors blowing mozarella
Lotta n-ggas in the club who cares Im the realest
Tell the waiters we gon need more cases
And when you think the moneys gone we spending more faces
She with homeboy but she want this
6 cars 8 chains 3 cribs 1 Wiz

[Chris Brown]

She thick in her hips Cold than a mother
Licking her lips a bad mothersucker
Apple looking so right she make me want a piece
I give it to her all night so she dont wanna leave

If you got that bomb bomb ba bomb ba bomb bomb
Know you got that bomb bomb ba bomb ba bomb bomb
Ladies put ya hands up if you that bomb bomb
Girl you got that bomb bomb ba bomb ba bomb bomb

Hold up kimosabe my crib look like a lobby
Im in that black Bugatti
And I off that carlo Rossi
I with thta Taylor Posse
These ladies wanna party
And theres so much ice up on my neck it look like I play hockey
So hold up n-gga stop me
All these haters watch me
I give it up your in the deep you can call me cocky
Any stage or any beat you know Ima body
And Wiz roll that good shit up and he riding shotty

She thick in her hips Cold than a mother
Licking her lips a bad mothersucker
Apple looking so right she make me want a piece
I give it to her all night so she dont wanna leave

If you got that bomb bomb ba bomb ba bomb bomb
Know you got that bomb bomb ba bomb ba bomb bomb
Ladies put ya hands up if you that bomb bomb
Girl you got that bomb bomb ba bomb ba bomb bom

Monday, February 14, 2011

Chris Brown - Tyga - Regular Girl Lyrics

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Chris Brown - Tyga - Regular Girl

[Verse: Tyga]
Picture Life In The Movie Frame
Smiles In Your Face But Every Body Fake
Tryna Claim A Role, Acting On The Stage
The World Wanna Show And We All The Play
Just To Say, Why Didn't You Want Me Yesterday
I Blacked Out, Got Some Change, Now They Feeling Me
Couple Chains, Gold Chains On, Mr Tee
They See Me Low Key So Nxgga Don't Bother Me
I Wanna Relax With Some Time, All Just For Me
Cause Lately I Been Meeting Girls, Chasing Me
Wanted The Spotlight, Damn She Spotted Me
Dang You Bad Baby, Let Me Tell You One Thing

[Chris Brown & Tyga:]
You Got It (I Like How You ?)
And I Need It (I Really, Really Want It)
Can I Get (Oh)
Your Love
Girl I'm On It (I'm Really, Really On It)
Til Morning (I Be Up In the Morning)
What I Gotta Do To Make You (I Just Want This)

[Chorus:]
I Want A Regular Girl
Want A Regular Girl [x2]

I Want A Regular Girl
Want A Regular Girl [x2]

I Want A Regular Girl
Want A Regular Girl [x2]

I Want A Regular Girl, When I Get Home Yeaa

[Verse: Chris Brown]
The Fame Don't Mean Nothing, Neither Does The Money
I Just Want My Friend Right Here With Me
The Light Will Fade Away, No Matter How Hard I Grind
Today Ain't The Day, So I'm Just Gonna Live My Life
All Day Long, Same Shit Different Video
All Them Silly Games, I Don't Wanna Play No More

[Chris Brown & Tyga:]
You Got It (I Like How You ?)
And I Need It (I Really, Really Want It)
Can I Get (Oh)
Your Love
Girl I'm On It (I'm Really, Really On It)
Til Morning (I Be Up In the Morning)
What I Gotta Do To Make You (I Just Want This)

[Chorus:]
I Want A Regular Girl
Want A Regular Girl [x2]

I Want A Regular Girl
Want A Regular Girl [x2]

I Want A Regular Girl
Want A Regular Girl [x2]

I Want A Regular Girl, When I Get Home Yeaa

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Chris Brown - Hands Up High Lyrics

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Chris Brown - Hands Up High

hands above, put your hands up highhh oh ay
when you rock on .. clap on … ayyayoaii
lets’s ..until it’s over, bring your body closer,
one more shot and it’s over ayaaayyoa
put your hands above, put your hands up high
see you cut up in the night light
and everything about you is without ..
oh baby yeah … your body so you can dance with me
so we’re gonna party like …

the best about your beauty is to build for me the reason
the rest of your body is my black brown ready for recess
and i can tell you got your hair ..b*tches hate em and ..nothing
but the hair flew, i’m impressed about your body going all in
just like a … saying all shit, a house hold name
you’re the bad …and the love got me higher than addicts
i’ll dress you in the best the money can buy
and money came by love was shit i’ma try
i’ll be .. and anything you ask for, baby girl yeah i hope you get your passport.

chorus:
hands above, put your hands up highhh oh ay
when you rock on .. clap on … ayyayoaii
lets’s ..until it’s over, bring your body closer,
one more shot and it’s over ayaaayyoa
put your hands above, put your hands up high
see you cut up in the night light
and everything about you is without ..
oh baby yeah … your body so you can dance with me
so we’re gonna party like …