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[Verse 1 – Chris Brown]
N****s wanna bang in the squad, don’t wanna put the work in
Say you want my money, scared of fame, better murder then
See the chopper, bullets too big, you can see the doctor surgery
Mask, can’t identify the burglaries
But we know you giving up the confidential information
Say you got the cheese, you a rat, that’s a perfect fit
N****s wanna hate on a slick money making mitch
Love taking p***y n****s hoes and givie ’em the D
OHB, it ain’t nothing for me to buy a b***h
Real paper, I ain’t never gotta lie to b*****s
Even n****s with them killers know my ma religious
All my b*****s licking p***y with good intentions
Roll the dice, yeah 3, they my f*****g triplets
I ain’t f*****g with them lame hoes that look suspicious
But I’m f*****g with the main hoe that look delicious
N***a, they get sticky sticky, give that b***h the business
[Hook/Chorus – Chris Brown]
Rolling up the bud, yeah that b***h a dog
Yeah, we know the plug, smoking all the drugs, ’bout to buy the club
Killing all the p***y, n***a, get your bodies up
All this ice up on my body, we the Mighty Ducks
Who got the bud? Who giving it up?
Got them shooters in the cut, say the word, we f**k the party up
Throw that money up, yeah, that b***h a dog
F*****g with the plug, going up, we gon’ f**k the party up
[Verse 2 – Young Blacc]
I’m turnt up and they know that, poked up like Funk Flex
45 in that 12 back and I’m posted up in that 4 hat
See this n***a, this gold rap, kill a n***a then go rap
Talking ’bout that Draco, one phone call, that’s a snatch
Give it to a n***a if you really want it
B***h copping and appeals, hit me in the morning
Ha, a n***a lying by theyself
I’m talking ’bout n****s who killing, dying by theyself
You say we from the same hood, well I see your hat
And I ain’t never seen moving in a hoover hat
Ha, switching sides, you confused ’cause I’m famous
We all OG n***a, tell me what his name is
Get your weight up lil n***a, I’m pushing 4 place
It’s still putting big drugs on the interstate
No name, that’s knock out, pea brains wanna Glock out
N****s need a pass the light n****s, this my house
[Hook/Chorus – Chris Brown]
Rolling up the bud, yeah that b***h a dog
Yeah, we know the plug, smoking all the drugs, ’bout to buy the club
Killing all the p***y, n***a, get your bodies up
All this ice up on my body, we the Mighty Ducks
Who got the bud? Who giving it up?
Got them shooters in the cut, say the word, we f**k the party up
Throw that money up, yeah, that b***h a dog
F*****g with the plug, going up, we gon’ f**k the party up
[Verse 3 – Young Lo]
Yeah, my whole team supreme, grew up in the crack 80’s
Still got the plug on it, get your 4 in the baby
Out the mud, busting drugs with my n***a Hoody Baby
Drop the ice in the pot, now it’s back to back ‘cedes
See I’m all about the check, still repping Tex
Still rep the sex, mile high, smoke Luigi on the jet
50 in these Balmains, this a young’n from the lanes
Yeah, I’m geeked up, mixing up the mollys with the Xans
And I’m stingy with the Act, keep the red from my b*****s
We gon’ pop a half a Perc, I’m on that, even on a Skittle
And the tongue gon’ work, play that p***y like a fiddle
Bet you I can make you squirt, have your face all in the pillow
[Hook/Chorus – Chris Brown]
Rolling up the bud, yeah that b***h a dog
Yeah, we know the plug, smoking all the drugs, ’bout to buy the club
Killing all the p***y, n***a, get your bodies up
All this ice up on my body, we the Mighty Ducks
Who got the bud? Who giving it up?
Got them shooters in the cut, say the word, we f**k the party up
Throw that money up, yeah, that b***h a dog
F*****g with the plug, going up, we gon’ f**k the party up
500 Wayz Lyrics, Chris Brown, Chris Brown – 500 Wayz Lyrics ft. Young Lo & Young Blacc, Young Blacc, Young Lo
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