Chris Brown - Holla At Me Lyrics

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[Verse 1 - Chris Brown]

Boom Boom

We ballin in the room

Sweeping up my competition call me Mr. Broom

Knocking niggas over call me bulldozer

One more drink for these bitches and its over

Cause Imma strike that something like a cobra

I know she want my venom but I aint gon leave it in her

And right after I get her she know she with a winner

And we straight to the crib I aint takin her to dinner

Nigga look at my jewels

Aviator shades I aint lookin at you

*At-choo* bless me twice

Ill rich nigga I be shittin on your life

Magazine covers magneem rubbers

I mean magnum I dont fuck with stragglers

N-ggaz want drama Gangsta Grillz bastards

Did you check the caption lights camera action

[Hook]

Holla at me boo holla at me baby

Im turned up Im Super-turned up

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[Verse 2]

A nigga beep beep

And shawty toot toot

Blowin out there brains car need a new roof

Lookin like a superstar when I roll through

And shawty Im the truth so mama what it do?

Now lets ride out aint no trippin

When we dippin to my hide-out

Big dipper cause you sippin on my bottle

Only fuckin with them A-listin models

Now lets get it like

Low fitted if you done it then I did it

If you kick it then im with it

We can do this shit all-night

Your minute dont compare to my limit

When im in it

And I get it

Im a give it to you all night

Im the shit yeah I go hard

Dont stand in lines nigga I bogart

Bad boy celebrity cause Im so large

And dont need no battery cause Im in charge

[Chrous]

[Tyga - Verse 3]

Im hot mothafucka get a plate bitch

Dont say shit get your face-lift

Ros bitch let the champagne drip

Niggas swag jack but this L.A. shit

Get it back give it back aint bout shit

Snap back them aint even rare where the tag at

Wack-a-s all up in my ear bitch bag back

I bag bad bitches mother fuck a Kat Stacks

Yellow nigga no cabs

Got the phantom out no mask

Get your camera out uh one flash

Hot beams steady shot clap your ass

Aww T. raw Im so ahh

Locs on chucks low black beanie dog

Patron top wash straight from the liquor store

Im turned up I cant feel my face

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