Chris Brown - Holla @ Me Lyrics

(feat. Tyga)




[Verse 1 - Chris Brown]

Uh, Boom, Boom

We ballin' in the room

Sweepin' up my competition call me Mr. broom

Knockin' niggas over, call me bulldozer

One more drink for these niggas and it's over

'Cause I'm a 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

Ha, Nigga look at my jewels

Aviator shades I ain't lookin' at you

Achoo, bless me twice

Be a rich nigga I be shittin' on your life

Magazine covers, Magnem rubbers

I mean Magnum, I don't fuck with stragglers

Niggas want Drama, Gangsta Grill bastards

Did you check the caption lights camera action



[Chorus - Tyga & Chris Brown]

Holla at me boo, Holla at me beh [x3]

I'm turn't up, I'm super turn't up [x2]

[repeat]



[Verse 2 - Chris Brown]

A nigga beat, beat

And shawty toot, toot

Blowin' out their 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 hideout

Big dipper 'cause you sippin' on my bottle

Only fuckin' with them A-listin' models

Now let's get it like

Low did it, 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

Fat boy celebrity 'cause I'm so large

And don't need no battery cause I'm in charge



[Chorus - Tyga & Chris Brown]

Holla at me boo, Holla at me beh [x3]

I'm turn't up, I'm super turn't up [x2]

[repeat]



[Verse 3 - Tyga]

I'm hot mo'fucka, get a plate bitch

Don't say shit, get your face lift

Rozay bitch let tha 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 a what

Wack ass all up in my ear bitch bag back

I bag bad bitches mo'fucka Kat Stacks

Yellow nigga, no cabs

Got the phantom out, no mats

Get your camera out uh, one flash

Hot beams steady shot clap your ass

Aw, T. raw I'm so uh

Loc's on, chucks low, black beanie dog

Patron top wash straight from the liquor store

I'm turnt up I can't feel my face so



[Chorus - Tyga & Chris Brown]

Holla at me boo, Holla at me beh [x3]

I'm turn't up, I'm super turn't up [x2]

[repeat]
 

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