chris brown
only, how many times
Raise every bottle and cup in the sky Sparks in the air like the fourth of july Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only Rich niggas only, independent bitches only Boss niggas only, thick bitches only I got my real niggas here by my side, only Pour a cup for the bitches That ain't scared to get down Get down, get down How many times I got 'em? Light another for the bitch Who's just only in town for the weekend How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over? I'll fuck you right Have you walking from side to side You know how a nigga feel 'bout wasting time You know how I feel about waiting in line You know he ain't it, girl you're wasting your time You'll only ditch him for a moment in time Take it in stride How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over? How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over? How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over? I'll fuck you right Have you walking from side to side How many times? How many times I gotta tell your ass to come over? How many times I gotta tell you I gotta chauffeur? Think about it, think it over Everything is gon' be kosher Call me when you getting closer If you take a taxi, how much I owe ya? Don't send me no naked pictures If I can't get naked with ya I see these bitches in supperclub Niggas got me throwing bottles up Bottles with all of my homies I'm feeling generous, throwing my money She said she wanted the molly love I gave her the dick but I'm not in love I call out, bingo! the minute I'm boning Soon as I'm done, kick her out in the morning Got xans when I turn up, it's a party, bust it open Pop that pussy in a circle, go retarded, pop it for me She got that booty galore, gripping it, backing me up You wanna fuck with a thug Now I see all these bitches got ass and they throwing Damn, it's just a matter of time 'fore I'm gone Drinking ciroc and I know that she got it for free I hit up diddy, he told me he did it He said that the liquor just bring out the freaks Them bitches lit, dropping that ass to a split Talking 'bout me, I'm the shit I just get down for the money, the bitches, and cars And my niggas, they whipping the bricks How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over? I'll fuck you right, have you walking from side to side You know how a nigga feel 'bout wasting time You know how I feel about waiting in line You know he ain't it, girl you're wasting your time You'll only ditch him for a moment in time Take it in stride How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over? How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over? How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over? I'll fuck you right, have you walking from side to side How many times?