Chris Brown - Holla At Me (feat. Tyga) (2010)

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Chris Brown - Holla At Me (feat. Tyga) lyrics

[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 it’s over
Cause I’mma strike that something like a cobra
I know she want my venom, but I ain’t gon’ leave it in her
And right after I get her, she know she with a winner
And we straight to the crib, I ain’t takin’ her to dinner
Nigga look at my jewels
Aviator shades I ain’t 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 don’t fuck with stragglers
N-ggaz want drama, Gangsta Grillz bastards
Did you check the caption, lights camera, action

Holla at me boo, holla at me baby
I’m turned up, I’m Super-turned up

[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 I’m the truth, so mama what it do?
Now let’s ride out, ain’t 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 let’s get it like
Low fitted if you done it then I did it
If you kick it, then i’m with it
We can do this shit all-night
Your minute don’t compare to my limit
When i’m in it
And I get it
I’m a give it to you all night

I’m the shit yeah I go hard
Don’t stand in lines nigga I bogart
Bad boy celebrity cause I’m so large
And don’t need no battery cause I’m in charge


[Tyga - Verse 3]
I’m hot mothafucka, get a plate bitch
Don’t say shit, get your face-lift
Rosé bitch let the champagne drip
Niggas swag jack but this L.A. shit
Get it back, give it back ain’t ’bout shit
Snap back them ain’t 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, I’m so ahh
Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dog
Patron top wash straight from the liquor store
I’m turned up, I can’t feel my face