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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 it’s over,

cause i’m a strike that something like a cobra,

I know she want my venom, but I ain’t gon’ leave it in her,

and right after I get her, she know she with a winner,

and we straight to the crib, I ain’t takin’ her to dinner,

n-gga look at my jewels,

aviator shades I ain’t 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 don’t 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)

I’m Turnt Up, I’m 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 I’m the truth, so mama what it do?

now let’s ride out, ain’t 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 let’s get it like ..

Low fitted if you done it then I did it

if you kick it, then i’m with it

we can do this sh-t all-night

your minute don’t compare to my limit

when i’m in it

and I get it

i’m a give it to you all night,

I’m the sh-t yeah I go hard,

don’t stand in lines n-gga I bogard

Bad boy celebrity cause I’m so large

and don’t need no battery cause I’m in charge

[Chrous]

[Tyga - Verse 3]

(Ha)

I’m hot mothaf-cka, get a plate b-tch

Don’t 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 ain’t ’bout sh-t,

snap back them ain’t 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 I’m so ahh,

loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dog,

patron top wash straight from the liquor store,

I’m turnt up I can’t feel my face, so…

[Chorus]

Hey (x3)

[End]

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