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Chris Brown,Tyga - Real One ft. Lil Boosie
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Vocals
Tyga
Tyga
Vocals
Boosie Badazz
Boosie Badazz
Vocals
Jim Stewart
Jim Stewart
Keyboards
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d.a. got that dope
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Songwriter
David Doman
David Doman
Songwriter
James Stewart
James Stewart
Songwriter
Michael Stevenson
Michael Stevenson
Songwriter
Torence Hatch
Torence Hatch
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Springer
Brian Springer
Recording Engineer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mixing Engineer
Hersh
Hersh
Assistant Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Ryan Kaul
Ryan Kaul
Assistant Engineer
Maddox Chhim
Maddox Chhim
Assistant Producer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
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d.a. got that dope
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah
I don't give a fuck about your **** baby
That **** weak
[Verse 2]
Aye baby, you baby
That's some good pussy we can make a new baby
Fuck you in the Maybach, fuck a room baby
I use my tongue, use your mouth, watch your tooth baby
Dick game proper got a a lot of bodies
And the house game Hilton, got a lot of lobbies
Bitches overnight it, what you know 'bout it?
T-raww whip out, tap out
[Verse 3]
I got 'em all hooked like drugs
And all of them tryin' to fuck with a young ****
Pulled up to the club like what
Straight to V.I.P
Double cuppin' I stay too turned up
'Cause we popping bottles in here
Baby I'm just tryin' to party yeah
'Cause I'm the man of the year
[Verse 4]
I'm trying to get a little buzz
Party jumpin' and a **** spendin' money
Hope I get fucked up
I see your girl lookin' over at me
She wanna turn up
I can tell by the look in her face
That she ain't happy with you ****
And I can bet that I'm gon get her
And I don't
I don't really care if ( I don't really care about your **** baby)
If you got a man (That **** weak)
You over there starin' (I see you starin' at a **** babe)
At me, at me yeah
I guess your **** to lame huh?
Girl I bet you want a real one, yeah
You want a real one, yeah
You want a real one
[Verse 5]
Girl I know you wanna jump up on it right there, right there
'Cause everybody in the club gettin' faded
A hundred thousand dollar tab, I'ma pay it
Girl the party's jumpin', DJ's bumpin' my shit, oh yeah
Got everybody in the club lookin' at us
I'm at the top I just climbed up the ladder, oh shit
Girl you giving me the screw face
I know them bitches hatin' on you, yeah they two-faced
I know he told you not to drink but what do you say?
I know he tryna lock you down like me and Booise
Fuck that ****, my middle finger up
Fuck a rap ****, you just want a singer huh?
I'm with this shit and you love it
Go and twerk some for me
[Verse 6]
I'm tryin' to get a little buzz
Party poppin' and a **** spendin' money
Hope I get fucked up
I see your girl lookin' over at me
She wanna turn up
I can tell by the look in her face
That she ain't happy with you, ****
And I can bet that I'm gon get her
And I don't (I don't)
I don't really care if (I don't care bout your **** baby)
If you got a man (That **** weak)
You over there starin' (I see you starin' at a **** babe)
At me, at me yeah
I guess your **** too lame huh?
Girl I bet you want a real one yeah
You want a real one, yeah
You want a real one
[Verse 7]
Turn, turn, turn, turn up
Stop stuntin' that ****
We straight I got more money than that ****
She ain't loyal 'cause she ain't me
Go to jail, she gon' need me like girls get me
She want a real one, ohh she want some
Look at all this money over here, she want some
She ain't thirsty
But when you that bad every chick need bags and purses
Scorpio says girl my tongue on her
Meet me all day we just press record
Ten million, two months God bless me girl
You over there starin' next to me girl
Them hotties is flockin', it's three in the mornin'
(Turn up) Them bodies is poppin' she feelin' the moment
(Turn up) She got a man, I ain't worried bout that
Got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta respect
[Verse 8]
I don't
I don't really care if (I don't care bout your **** baby)
If you got a man (That **** weak) 'cause
You over there starin' (I see you starin' at a **** babe)
At me, at me yeah
I guess your **** to lame huh?
Girl I bet you want a real one, yeah
You want a real one, yeah
You want a real one
[Verse 9]
Baby I don't really care if (I don't care bout your **** baby)
If you got a man (That **** weak)
You over there starin' (I see you starin' at a **** babe)
At me, at me yeah
Guess your **** too lame huh?
I bet you want a real one
You want a real one
You want a real one
Written by: Chris Brown, David Doman, Jackson Jess Reed, James Stewart, Michael Ray Stevenson, Torrence Hatch
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