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Chris Brown - Real One Feat Tyga Y Lil Boosie Lyrics

Yeah
Give a fuck about ya nigga, baby
That nigga weak

Aye baby, you baby
That's some good pussy we can make a new baby
Fuck you in the maybach, fuck a room, baby
I use my tongue, use your mouth, watch your tooth, baby
Dick ain't proper, got a lot of bodies
And the house game Hilton, got a lot of lobbies
Bitches overnight it, what you know 'bout it?
T-raww whip out, tap out

I got 'em all hooked like drugs
And all them tryin' to fuck with a young nigga
Pulled up to the club like what
Straight to VIP
Double cuppin' I stay too turned up
Cause we poppin' bottles in here
Baby I'm just tryin' to party, yeah
Cause I'm the man of the year

I'm tryin' to get a little buzz
Party poppin' and a nigga spendin' money
Hope I get fucked up
I see your girl lookin' over, at me
She wanna turn up
I can tell by the look in her face
That she ain't happy with you, nigga

And I can bet that I'm gon' get her
And I don't, I don't really care if, if you gotta man
You over there starin' at me, at me, yeah
Guess your nigga too lame, huh?
Girl, I bet you want a real one, yeah
You want a real one, yeah
You want a real one

Girl, I know you wanna jump up on it right there, right there
Cause everybody in the club gettin' faded
A hundred thousand dollar tab, I'mma pay it
Girl, the party's jumpin', DJ's bumpin' my shit, oh, yeah
Got everybody in the club lookin' at us
I'm at the top I just climbed up the ladder, real shit

Girl, you givin' me the screw face
I know them bitches hatin' you, yeah they two-faced
I know he told you not to drink but what do you say?
I know he tryin' to lock you down like me and boosie
Fuck that nigga, my middle finger up
Fuck a rap nigga, you just want a singer, huh?
I'm with this shit and you love it
Go on and twerk some for me

I'm tryin' to get a little buzz
Party poppin' and a nigga spendin' money
Hope I get fucked up
I see your girl lookin' over, at me
She wanna turn up
I can tell by the look in her face
That she ain't happy with you, nigga

And I can bet that I'm gon' get her
And I don't, I don't really care if, if you gotta man
You over there starin', at me, at me, yeah
Guess your nigga too lame, huh?
Girl, I bet you want a real one, yeah
You want a real one, yeah
You want a real one

Turn, turn, turn, turn up
Stop stuntin' that nigga
We straight I got more money than that nigga
She ain't loyal cause he ain't me
Go to jail she gon' need me like [?]
She want a real one, oh she want some
Look at all this money over here, she want some
She ain't thirsty

But when you that bad every
Chick need bags and purses
Scorpio says girl my tongue on her
Stay with me all day, we just press record
Ten million in two months, God bless me girl
You over there starin', next me girl

Them hotties is flockin' it's three in the mornin'
Them bodies is poppin' she's feelin' the moment
She gotta man, I ain't worried about that
Got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta respect
And I don't, I don't really care if, if you gotta man
You over there starin', at me, at me, yeah
Guess your nigga too lame, huh?
Girl, I bet you want a real one, yeah
You want a real one, yeah
You want a real one