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- Chris Brown She Bumped Her Head 歌詞
- Chris Brown
- Young Thug：
Makers
Gon' pull up on 'em pull up
Yeah
Should I get it No cap
Run that back Turbo
Young Thug/Chris Brown：
Sex
My lil' shawty had bumped her head
And I steady been whipping her
Sex
If I roll up the Maybach windows we don't care 'bout the listeners
I don't know what your n***a told you
But he should have told you I'm killing him
Just let him talk
I be draped in Margiela's and I don't need credentials
Don't need credentials baby
If your n***a can't put that s**t on gotta get out the premises
Beat it
I just came from the crack of the dawn Why
'Cause a n***a was traveling
No cap
Had to put all my young n***as on ain't no jewelry we share-y
Lil' b***h
Had to rock the two-tones on the same day
'Cause these n***as been tripping
'Bout us got 'em fooled
Young Thug：
I triple up pour up my cup and it's all 'tussin
And my coupe got nitro and all dat
So we smoking these n***as like kush
Yeah we **** on a ho make 'em do s**t
Pop out the Bentley Mulsanne at the
And I **** on your ho and she say that's my *****
I wet paper napkin I'm wiping my ****
All this Actavis slushie my ho drink the Crystal
She wrapped the saran the fresh as she can
'Cause I drip and play with these bands Racks
I open my hand there's nothing but bands
Now YSL big as Japan On God
My head dropped in that Lamb' as fast as
I can 'cause I always get tripped by a van Skrrt
I pop in my mama my b***h
And even my baby mama whip a sedan
I just paid some bands with five-hundred grand
I'm waiting on these bags to land Racks
I'm cool as a van you play with my man
And we come and taking your land
I took YSL from his and he can't
And he got n***as waiting to land Slatt
I told all my n***as "Sit back
It's a scam" when these n***as going on rant
Young Thug/Chris Brown：
My lil' shawty had bumped her head
And I steady been whipping her
Sex
If I roll up the Maybach windows
We don't care 'bout the listeners
I don't know what your n***a told you
But he should have told you I'm killing him
Just let him talk
I be draped in Margiela's
And I don't need credentials
Don't need credentials baby
If your n***a can't put that s**t on
Gotta get out the premises
Beat it
I just came from the crack of the dawn Why
'Cause a n***a was traveling
No cap
Had to put all my young n***as on
Ain't no jewelry we share-y
Lil' b***h
Had to rock the two-tones on the same day
'Cause these n***as been tripping
Gunna：
Spent a whole hundred racks on a plain Jane
That's a coupe with you lil' bitty b***hes
Don't even know my first or my last name
Mandem got they riches I'm matching the vision
I'm ****ing these hoes in the backstage
No I don't do no kisses
You know I just tip it and turn her on like a back page
I been playing with this ice look like Ice Age
I just got me a rose gold chain it remind me of Moet
Got the Louis V shirt and better change
Should have seen how I wore it Yeah yeah
I call the slimes that'll pull up with the things
That'll kill all the noise
If you ask I hit it out to Spain I got foreign whores
That biscotti I smoke it like a train
Smell that s**t in my kidney
I got lil' shawty inside of Mulsanne
She don't know it's a Bentley
She asked me for a lil' help on her back end
And you know that I did it
Got the old check and I went to go cash it
Lot of money we getting
Young Thug/Chris Brown：
My lil' shawty had bumped her head
And I steady been whipping her
Sex
If I roll up the Maybach windows
We don't care 'bout the listeners
I don't know what your n***a told you
But he should have told you I'm killing him
Just let him talk
I be draped in Margiela's and I don't need credentials
Don't need credentials baby
If your n***a can't put that s**t on
Gotta get out the premises
Beat it
I just came from the crack of the dawn Why
'Cause a n***a was traveling
No cap
Had to put all my young n***as on
Ain't no jewelry we share-y
Lil' b***h
Had to rock the two-tones on the same day
'Cause these n***as been tripping
'Bout us got 'em fooled
Chris Brown：
I ordered two more two-tones
Call up my plug on two phones
Lambos six-fours
Got a offset it's sitting low
My s**t's stainless don't put your fingers on it
No these ain't no finger waves
b***h this ain't Tony Tony Tony
I feel like Kurt Cobain get good brain with the shotgun
Yeah my n***as do it for me I never shot one
And watch her get on her knees give me that rubbing
I told her I got five on me send me the wire Ooh
Young Thug/Chris Brown：
My lil' shawty had bumped her head
And I steady been whipping her Yeah
Sex
If I roll up the Maybach windows
We don't care 'bout the listeners No
I don't know what your n***a told you
But he should have told you I'm killing him Killing him
I be draped in Margiela's Ooh
And I don't need credentials
Don't need credentials baby
Oh baby baby
If your n***a can't put that s**t on
Gotta get out the premises
Beat it girl
I just came from the crack of the dawn Why
'Cause a n***a was traveling
Had to put all my young n***as on
Ain't no jewelry we share-y Ooh yeah
Had to rock the two-tones on the same day
'Cause these n***as been tripping
Ooh yeah
Gunna：
That biscotti I smoke it like a train
Spend that s**t on my Porsche
That was lil' shawty first time to saddle up
She can't open the doors
I do not **** with you disloyal n***as
Thought the whip could be yours
Turns up that double hit it with the triple
Had no other choice
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