Versuri Joyner Lucas, Chris Brown – Stranger Things lyrics
Chris Brown:
Bottles in a bucket full of ice (yeah)
Better make room vroom hear the Lambo (celebrate)
B*tch better believe that I’m a sniper (yeah)
You know I’m ’bout to take you from your man though (celebrate)
Pop up with the chopper at artificial n*ggas actin’ like b*tches
It done started up a epidemic
It don’t make a difference n*gga we winnin’ I’m plenty grinnin’
Hundred million platinum f*ck it you ain’t gotta listen (celebrate)
You better step down to me
Feel the d*ck b*tch open up your mouth for me
Now choke talk to the d*ck honestly
I’m dope b*tch comin’ like Eenie Meenie Miney Mo (celebrate)
I don’t like when I lose (I don’t)
If I don’t buy her them shoes I don’t like those (regulate)
Do anything that I want to
Think I’m gon’ dance on the moon like Michael (elevate)
Joyner Lucas Chris Brown:
While I’m drivin’ I’m moonwalking in the sky with some shooters
We jump inside of the Buick you duck and hide from the Rugers
A couple choppers acoustic in the guitar with the music
Guess I’m alive and I use it get stuck inside of the cubics
I never lie but the truth is I’m f*ckin’ tired of these losers
And all my life want the food when it’s supper time in the juice
But I’d rather die than to lose
It’s a matter of time ‘fore I lose it
And strategize with the movement-t-t-t-t-t
Walk in the trap like a boss ooh
Hoe you know I’m drippin’ with the sauce ooh
Pretty with a face full of scars
All they did was build me up try to take me apart
They ain’t never wanna (celebrate) like you have a label
Call the doctor heard the chopper make ’em do the Macarena
All you n*ggas sweet as candy chocolate chip and Now and Later
Jolly Rancher stick to bubblegum and watermelon flavored
Get the paper I’ma (celebrate) on the corner
Heard you n*ggas got the juice but I got Corona
Got a little Spanish b*tch I call her maricona
Joyner Lucas b*tch I’m hotter than a f*ckin’ sauna
Yeah I make you n*ggas (elevate) all you new n*ggas don’t do it for me look (woah)
B*tchin’ to professor you a student to me woah
Designer shades on like you cooler than me wait (ayy)
All we do is win you a loser to me
Rappers wanna talk about battle me (Joyner)
You can’t give me neck with a mouth full of cavities
Bunch of lil’ n*ggas tried grabbin’ me (grabbin’ me)
Five foot five boy you n*ggas like half of me
You don’t wanna see the other side of me (yeah)
Hard to make ’em happy all these b*tches stay mad at me
I just might take her out to Applebee’s (Applebee’s)
Give her long d*ck and a strawberry daiquiri
Joyner Lucas, Chris Brown:
Order Cheesecake Factory bubblin’ why you mumblin’?
What you utter? Stop stutterin’ what you spend? Let me double it
Lime green ‘Rari two twins call ’em double mints
If all you p*ssy n*ggas my kids I’m in trouble then
Shut up before I spank you for actin’ up
Now I’m wakin’ up in cabanas cause she bad as f*ck
And all gorillas don’t want bananas ‘less your chain is tucked
You wiggity-wack with the strap you cross Chris make you jump
I criss-cross with the pump ain’t no bricks in the trunk
Leave that sh*t for the chumps I still get what I want
Don’t wanna believe in my mind but you believe in my dump
I’m takin’ a knee for my side could give a f*ck ’bout they owners
N*gga look at my eyes you ’bout to give me my bonus
And every motherf*ckin’ record that’s a hit I record it (celebrate)
And every motherf*ckin’ snitch up in this b*tch they report it (celebrate)
You paid your way for this fade and can’t even afford it
Seventy-five mil’ look at me now (celebrate)
And all these bad b*tches can’t keep their feet down (elevate)
You don’t really wanna see Brown
Need to stop all that sh*t talkin’ put the seat down
Joyner I don’t really feel these n*ggas
Hol’ up I ain’t gotta pay to kill these n*ggas
Time is money need to f*ck around and bill these n*ggas
Vet so I’m finna good will these n*ggas (celebrate)
I’ma drill these n*ggas I should grill these n*ggas
Take flex Fresh Prince Uncle Phil these n*ggas
Oh sh*t I’m the sh*t you could smell me n*gga
Break ribs yeah you don’t want no real beef n*gga
I say As-salamu ?alaykum when I tear apart some bacon
Hoe you actin’ like a pig you f*ckin’ filthy n*gga
Now the police tryna lock me in the prison said I’m guilty
I said da da da da da come and kill me n*gga
Joyner Lucas, Chris Brown:
They must have forgot that I’m psycho (jheeze)
Oh you want war? Say no more
Turn your f*ckin’ block into a light show (Joyner)
You better be sure better be sure
I’m the realest n*gga that I know
And I’m so bored I might switch cars
I saved a lotta money on Geico (jheeze)
And neighbors knockin’ on my door what the f*ck you want? B*tch I’m alright (jheeze)
Listen n*gga mind your versuri.us business I’m so sick of n*ggas
Tellin’ me how I been livin’ my life (Joyner)
Sick of bumpin’ shoulders now I’m runnin’ over
Every motherf*cker who ain’t wanna get in my ride
I was watchin’ you was shoppin’
Ain’t never had the sh*t in my size
Now I’m poppin’ I’m poppin’
And your b*tch keep hittin’ my line
It’s complicated f*ckin’ up with my main b*tch
Givin’ it to the side b*tch at the same damn time
Puttin’ my face in it never wastin’ it
I’ma lay in it hit it hit it one more time
And then I’ma proceed and play with the p*ssy
You know I don’t keep my cape on a hoodie
But I give a Uzi it’s a doozie make a movie if you’re actin’
So (celebrate)
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