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Chris Brown - Bitches N Marijuana Lyrics

& Tyga feat. ScHoolboy Q

You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches n marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you a problem
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches n marijuana
I got 'em, I got 'em
Oh, she bad, she won't do it for free
I got em, I got em
Got bitches n marijuana

T-ballin', globetrotter
Got a bunch of pre rolls and a gold lighter
Think you on fire? You gonna need more fire
I tell her that's all you get like street fighter
Na, walk with me, yeah, talk to me
That body cold, chess game like a pawn to me
She wanna ride with me, kick it and vibe with me
I got that long clip, fall asleep to the movie
Motherfucka goonies, Cartier rubies
Coupe, no top, yeah I took off the Koufi
I'm high, I'm wozie,D'osse, I'm doosing
I might just be right with my bitch in jacuzzi
Right, nigga, gettin' right, nigga
I'mma knock that pussy out, fight night, nigga
I'mma light it up, pass it to the right nigga
All bitches at the crib, don't invite niggas

You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches n marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you a problem
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches n marijuana
I got 'em, I got 'em
Oh, she bad, she won't do it for free
I got em, I got em
Got bitches n marijuana

Pull up, got the fat sack
With sum clean motherfucka, no hood rats
Yeah we suited and booted, you know your bitch 'bout to toot it
She wanna love from a nigga, that's a heart attack, yak
Loud pack, give me all of that
Don't be sendin’ naked pics cuz my phone tapped
Black mas, duffel bag and a hundred racks
I don't snitch but I could show you where the money at, with me nigga
It's right here
Got girls and they all on my lap, they with me nigga
Hell yeah, you see the Lambo park in the trap, that's me nigga
I own it while you livin’ on a lease nigga
I known to keep my bitches on a leash nigga
I smoke it by the pound what you talking 'bout
I dick your bitch down then I walk it out

You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches n marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you a problem
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches n marijuana
I got 'em, I got 'em
Oh, she bad, she won't do it for free
I got em, I got em
Got bitches n marijuana

Grimy nigga way too groovy for the Grammy’s
Overseas collectin’ panties, poppin' xannies
Young nigga, hundred grand for the gram, hot damn
Hit the curb with the Benz, swerve
Rollie do no tacky to the blingy
I’m spendin’ hundreds or the fifties, ah
Word around the city I'm that niggy
But this month I made a milli
Another month, another milli, man that shit be getting silly
Man, bitch you looking silly
Why you broke? Now go get a check
And when you fly, who need a jet
She want move out to the west
She want them diamonds on her neck
And palm trees in the yard, wanna beas with a star
And get the keys to the car ah
And wanna lick on every scar ah
My money good, shit we buyin’ off the bar right now, right now
Who got the weed right now, right now

You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches n marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you a problem
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches n marijuana
I got 'em, I got 'em
Oh, she bad, she won't do it for free
I got em, I got em
Got bitches n marijuana
 

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