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Chris Brown
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Brown
Songwriter
Ishmael Sadiq Montague
Songwriter
Christopher Dotson
Songwriter
Lyrica Anderson
Songwriter
Bobby Joseph Turner, Jr.
Songwriter
Donell Jones
Songwriter
Kyle West
Songwriter
Kelvin Raynard Brown
Songwriter
Mbeng Denzel Ayuk
Songwriter
Floyd A1 Bentley
Songwriter
Jacques Broadnax
Songwriter
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Patrizio Pigliapoco
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Andrew Grossman
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Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Maddox Chhim
Assistant Engineer
Dave Nakaji
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Floyd A1 Bentley
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Ism
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Lyrics
Yeah
Oh, baby
Now the word around town, 'round town that boy goin' crazy
It's been a while since I been out, think I'm 'bout to whip that Mercedes
And my wrist keep drippin', grain grippin', I'm doin' 180
Now I used to be pimpin', be pimpin', but how can I say this?
Girl, I'm tryna fuck with you
Girl, don't take no pictures, don't take no pictures
Girl, sorry if I'm slurrin' my words, I've been drinkin'
Mixin' that liquor
I rolled up when I woke up
I brought more if you want some
You say you don't really give a fuck
I really hope that you know what's up
I ain't playin', oh, no
I ain't playin', no, woah-oh
When my mind's fucked up, I just don't care at all
I just hope you pick up when it's two or three
Girl, I'm way too drunk, I just don't care at all
I just hope you pick up when it's two or three
And I hope you do
Do-o-o
Do
Do-o-o
Do
Do-o-o
Do
Do-o-o
Need some more liquor, yeah
Eating that pussy, I drown in your river, yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
I'm not no swimmer
But I would go deep in that ocean like Flipper
Oh yeah, oh yeah
When my mind's fucked up, I just don't care at all
I just hope you pick up when it's two or three
Girl, I'm way too drunk, I just don't care at all
I just hope you pick up when it's two or three
And I hope you, yeah, do (you do)
Do-o-o (oh, na)
Do (do-do-do-do, yeah)
Do-o-o
Do (you do, do, ah)
Do-o-o
Do (yeah, yeah)
Do-o-o
And I hope you do
Do-o-o (do-o-o-o, ah)
Do (do)
Do-o-o (ooh, baby)
Do
Do-o-o
Do
Do-o-o
She got the keys to my house and my heart, I hope that she save me
And she know I'm gon' lay the pipe, pipe down, I turn that bitch crazy
Why you trippin'?
You won't even listen 'cause you used to all the niggas
I promise I'm different, different
And I hope you take off your clothes
Know I'm persistent, I know that that ass is soft
You got to go, don't care 'bout them sheets, girl, let's come take them covers off
When we making love, girl, I just might take the rubber off
And if you fuck with niggas and cheat on your nigga, then what you gon' do to me?
Girl, I hope you, huh
Girl, don't listen to them bitches, oh
Girl, don't tell your business, don't tell your business
And girl, just tell me the truth, I'm fucking with you, haha
And I hope you do
Do-o-o
Do
Do-o-o
Do
Do-o-o
Do
Do-o-o
Need some more liquor, yeah
Eating that pussy, I drown in your river, yeah
Writer(s): Kelvin Raynard Brown Jr., Christopher Maurice Brown, Mbeng Denzel Ayuk, Danielle L. Jones, Kyle Albert West, Ishmael Sadiq Montague, Lyrica Anderson, Bobby Joseph Turner Jr., Christopher Dotson, Floyd E. Bentley Iii, Rodriquez Jacquees Broadnax
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