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Chris Brown - Get Down Feat T Pain Y Bob Lyrics

Hey, oh
Hey, oh
Yeah

Rits in the back seat of a ghost
You ain’t too much, you ain’t too most
Rips spinning cruise control
The girls see me they lose control
I’ma gang spitter my mouth grab a milly
You ain’t heard about me I got cloud round the city
Six fifty be in dub
And I step up in the spot they show me love

If you know what I’m sayin say (ooh)
If you know that I ain’t planzin' (ohh)
Just get them hands wait in bed
Then if you get it get it get down
If you get it get it get down

I hit the spot girls (get it get it get down)
Traveling around the world (get it get it get down)
Uh, I know you rock it girl (get it get it get down)
Just drop it to the floor you show me love
You know what you’re doing baby
Get that body moving baby
Won’t you back it up on me
You keep wondering about
I'mma throw this money in
If you stay running long enough you gonna see

Ricks, you know I’m gon' get it
Money stack it up and I’m about to buy city
Lady killer doggy want to kid it
I’m about to break her up
'Cause she's nasty and she's pretty
She got that pretty babe, that good good
A big o' ass, really good good
Six pretty be in dub and I step up in this spot to show me love

If you know what I’m sayin say (ooh)
If you know that I ain’t planzin' (ohh)
Just get them hands wait in bed
Then if you get it get it get down
If you get it get it get down

I hit the spot girls (get it get it get down)
Traveling around the world (get it get it get down)
Uh, I know you rock it girl (get it get it get down)
Just drop it to the floor you show me love
You know what you’re doing baby
Get that body moving baby
Won’t you back it up on me
You keep wondering about
I'mma throw this money in
If you stay running long enough you gon' see

Walking in the building feeling like I own the buildin
When we pull up to the front it's like an automotive dealer ship
Or something of the nature blowing blowing get the table
Please stop blowing my buzz I'm trying to bomb with mother nature
All you haters so played out
Yall so 1999
I'm so these ain't even out yet
No you can't find these online
And all my passion forward just to go around
I got that lazy boy salary my pocket stay on recline
Everybody get down I'm throwing six out
Man I'm sayin
I just roll like six pounds and blow that shit down
Man I'm sayin
If looks could kill she have the pistol in her purse
One to the dome
Like a ring shot
I get down