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Chris Brown - Who This Lyrics

Attention, my baby's coming over
I'ma need everyone to go
Take what you need and get to stepping
No you don't need to wait up
Traffic, I hear it's kinda crazy
More time for me to clean up
She might be feeling something shady
Really, seriously you need to hurry up
If you only knew about the way she drive
You would understand, I ain't fucking around
If she come through the front door, you gotta hide
Gotta hide, she be like

Who this bitch all up in my house?
Why she hiding behind the couch?
Hold on, no nigga, we don't know nigga, don't get up
Fuck around and I'ma lay you out
And she like who this bitch all up in my house?
Why she hiding behind the couch?
Hold on, no nigga, we don't know nigga, don't get up
Fuck around and I'ma lay you out, she like
Who this? Who this is?
Who this? Who this is?
Who this? Who this is, yeah?
Who this? Who this is, yeah?

Jump, jump, jump out the way, hey, jump, jump out the place
Hey, if she wanna play, pointing at me, I might catch a case
Baby I don't know what's wrong, that's the whole reason I'm singing this song
Can we all get along, get along, get along?
I know you tripping and pointing the finger
What if I told you that this was my sister stuffed in the closet?
Hey, body addict, why you tryna stall her
So that she can get away? What she say?

Who this bitch all up in my house?
Why she hiding behind the couch?
Hold on, no nigga, we don't know nigga, don't get up
Fuck around and I'ma lay you out
Who's this bitch all up in my house?
Why she hiding behind the couch?
Hold on, no nigga, we don't know nigga, don't get up
Fuck around and I'ma lay you out, she like
Who this? Who this is?
Who this? Who this is?
Who this? Who this is, yeah?
Who this? Who this is, yeah?

Know the record but different me, can't even play like I'm innocent
Every night I fuck a different bitch, I'll admit you the one, ain't many different
You fucking niggas for fame, bitches hearting on my Instagram
I see that look on her face, know she gon' fuck her up, she going insane
I'm under pressure, came in this bitch, she gon' leave in a stretcher
I shouldn't have let her, I shoulda known better, she gon' teach me a lesson
She in there working with the .45 with the compressor
Don't pull it, don't pull it, don't pull it, blood all over the wall and dresser
And if I had the chance would I save her life?
If I never cheated, she wouldn't have died
I don't see no soul, only hear her cry
Yeah you really thinking that I'm dead wrong

Who this bitch all up in my house?
Why she hiding behind the couch?
Hold on, no nigga, we don't know nigga, don't get up
Fuck around and I'ma lay you out
And she like who's this bitch all up in my house?
Why she hiding behind the couch?
Hold on, no nigga, we don't know nigga, don't get up
Fuck around and I'ma lay you out, she like
Who this? Who this is?
Who this? Who this is?
Who this? Who this is, yeah?
Who this? Who this is, yeah?