Chris Brown - Banjo Lyrics

Man, don't play wit the pussy like a banjo! (wooh)
Man, don't play wit the pussy like a banjo! (wooh)
Man, don't play wit the pussy like a banjo! (yeah)
N' all the hoes in the party hit the dance flo'

(Verse: Chris Brown)
Pull up, nigga creepin'
Colda than a muthafucka, guess it's hoe season (bitch)
Shawty got that ass, baby girl it's nice to meet ya
Wit these lights off, give a fuck about yo features
I'm tryna fuck! If it's 1 on 1, give me that eye soap
But if it's two of ya'll I'mma let the dice roll
It's the weekend, I could tell you been freakin'
Cuz ya poppin' Miley Cyrus and you twerkin' wit yo eyes closed
Go figure, skinny nigga wit a suit on
Bunch of bad bitches
Yeah, they like me nigga, who don't?
Drop top, everythin'
We party like the roof gone
A nigga got a pro'lem, blaka-blaka, then we move on (blap)
Tell 'em hold that
If you lookin' for liquor, betta lick up
My liquor zing n' ya know that
Bitches lookin' fo' a sponsorship, cha-ching, cuz I sponsor shit
Bitch I throw racks! Fucked up, got me dancin' on the flo'
Tryin' to dance in that pussy, tell me when to go
I'm tore up, feelin' like I'm 'bout to throw up
One night wit me this bitch about to blow up

[Hook: Chris Brown x2]

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Ain't shit but model bitches ova here, I'm a nigga wit $ bitch
Let's make that clear, ya here wit a Elf ear
Hoes in stock ova here & the price going up by the year
It's a good year, baby, on my blimp shit
You too defensive and sensitive that's on sum' mental shit
No sense in lingerin', can't count all ya niggas man
Only count Benjamins, he my closest friend
My wrist a wrist ice the bitch, like it's sprained and shit
I'm the nigga, nigga, yes he is
The fliest wit three yeses is, I take that pussy and ransom it
When I hit the block, betta have yo banger
That's my babe, she don't talk to strangers
She fold it close, we ain't gon' ever hang
Beat the box like wanana-bang, wanana-bang


(Verse 3: Chris Brown)
She was bomb but she wanted me to pay for it
Alley-oop bitch, ya know a nigga play whores
I play wit pussy, girl ya know that I'm a playboy
Clap, clap, clap then she make that booty make noise
She make that ass wobble like a monster
Twerk sumethin', hurt sumethin', damn, I'mma need a doctor
A bitch wit sum' real hair straight up out the projects
And she turn her phone off from all them niggas she be dodging
She ain't low, a butter head
She don't give a fuck about nothin' but 'er bread
But when I dance in that pussy do the running man
While all these otha niggas fucking wit Juwanna Mann's
I'm throwin' all of this $ and I'm advancin' to strippers
I got my hand on the pussy she got her hand on my zipper
She started goin' to work my shit got hard as a missile
Then she say she got a twin, I started fuckin' 'er sister


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