Текст песни Chris Brown - 500 Wayz

[Verse 1: Chris Brown] Niggas 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 burglars But we know you givin' up the confidential information Say you got the cheese, you a rat, that's a perfect fit Niggas wanna hate on a slick money makin' Mitch Love takin' pussy niggas hoes and give 'em the D OHB, it ain't nothin' for me to buy a bitch Real paper, I ain't never gotta lie to bitches Even niggas with them killers know my ma religious All my bitches lickin' pussy with good intentions Roll the dice, yeah, 3, they my fuckin' triplets I ain't fuckin' with them lame hoes that look suspicious But I'm fuckin' with the main hoe that look delicious Nigga, they get sticky sticky, give that bitch the business [Hook: Chris Brown] Rollin' up the bud, yeah that bitch a dub Yeah, we know the plug, smokin' all the drugs, 'bout to buy the club Killin' all the pussy, nigga, get your bodies up All this ice up on my body, we the Mighty Ducks Who got the bud? Who givin' it up? Got them shooters in the cut, say the word, we fuck the party up Throw that money up, yeah, that bitch a dub Fuckin' with the plug, goin' up, we gon' fuck 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 nigga, this gold rap, kill a nigga then go rap Talkin' 'bout that Draco, one phone call, that's a snatch Give it to a nigga if you really want it Bitch coppin' and appeals, hit me in the mornin' Ha, a nigga lyin' 'bout theyself I'm talkin' 'bout niggas who killin', dyin' by theyself You say we from the same hood, where I see you at? And I ain't never seen movin' in a hoover hat Ha, switchin' sides, you confused 'cause I'm famous We all OG nigga, tell me what his name is Get your weight up lil nigga, I'm pushin' 4 place It's still puttin' big drugs on the interstate No name, that's knock out, pea brains wanna Glock out Niggas need to pass the light niggas, this my house [Hook: Chris Brown] Rollin' up the bud, yeah that bitch a dub Yeah, we know the plug, smokin' all the drugs, 'bout to buy the club Killin' all the pussy, nigga, get your bodies up All this ice up on my body, we the Mighty Ducks Who got the bud? Who givin' it up? Got them shooters in the cut, say the word, we fuck the party up Throw that money up, yeah, that bitch a dub Fuckin' with the plug, goin' up, we gon' fuck 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 and a baby Out the mud, bustin' drugs with my nigga Hoody Baby Drop the ice in the pot, now it's back to back Mercedes See I'm all about the check, still reppin' 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, mixin' up the mollys with the Xans And I'm stingy with the Act, keep the red from my bitches We gon' pop a half a Perc, I'm on that, even on a Skittle And the tongue gon' work, play that pussy like a fiddle Bet you I can make you squirt, have your face all in the pillow [Hook: Chris Brown] Rollin' up the bud, yeah that bitch a dub Yeah, we know the plug, smokin' all the drugs, 'bout to buy the club Killin' all the pussy, nigga, get your bodies up All this ice up on my body, we the Mighty Ducks Who got the bud? Who givin' it up? Got them shooters in the cut, say the word, we fuck the party up Throw that money up, yeah, that bitch a dub Fuckin' with the plug, goin' up, we gon' fuck the party up
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