80 lyrics for "Chris Brown"

Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK Shoot it, shoot it, lock it down, fade away Told her bust it, bust it, Flipmode Shoot it, shoot it, lock it down, fade away, yeah yeah Shoot it, shoot it, lock it down, fade
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Momma you may be 3 years older but you hot (gimme that) You be talking like you like what I got (gimme that) You could be in the back saying (gimme, gimme, gimme) I know you like it how I lean in the 'lac I know you like it how I lean in the 'lac,
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Forever, ever, ever Forever, ever, ever (ever) Double your pleasure Double your fun And dance forever ever ever Forever on the dance floor Hey, hey, forever It's like I waited my whole life 'Cause we only got one night
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And it's fine by me She only loves me when the lights are off, lights are off She only loves me when the sun is down, sun is down She only loves me when no one's around, one's around But I'm like use me baby, anyway you want I wish you were mine in the
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Wake me up before you go, ooh I need a little more Just a little more, a little more of your love 'Cause your love, your love, your love Wake me up with some more of your love Oh I need a jump start, when you call me I'm runnin' to ya Gimme a headstart,
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She want that lovey-dovey That kiss-kiss, kiss-kiss In her mind she fantasize 'Bout getting wit me They hating on me They wanna diss this, kiss-kiss 'Cause she mine and so fine And thick as can be So get it shawty
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I need you boo, I gotta see you boo And the hearts all over the world tonight Said the hearts all over the world tonight 'Cause with every kiss and every hug You make me fall in love And now I, no I can't be the only one I bet his heart's all over the
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Just stay while the night is young Chris Youlden-Chrysalis Music Ltd. Don't worry 'bout the morning Because the day might never come Don't worry 'bout the future Don't pretend that it's your first time Don't pretend that it's no fun Don't tell me 'bout
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Tone that shit down Wop, wop, wop, wop Tell me who can ball like this Y'ain't neva ball like this Tone that shit down (oh why) Weak nigga, ball like this Wop, wop, wop, wop (yeah) Might steal your bitch VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
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Now you're callin' me for attention, feinin' for attention Say you're looking for that action Got my name all in your mentions Oh, now you're coming to your senses, yeah Oh, now you're coming to your senses So now we, ooh (alright, alright, alright) And
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