Chris Brown & Tyga

Chris Brown & Tyga - Holla At Me lyrics

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[Chris Brown - Verse 1]

Uh Boom Boom

We ballin’ in the room

Sweepin’ up my competition call me Mr. broom

knockin’ n-ggas over call me bulldozer

one more drink for these b-tches 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

n-gga look at my jewels

aviator shades I ain’t lookin’ at you

Ah chu bless me twice

be a rich n-gga I be sh-ttin’ on your life

magazine covers magneem rubbers

I mean magnum I don’t f-ck with stragglers

n-ggaz want drama Gangsta Grillz bastards

did you check the caption lights camera action

[Chorus]

Holla at Me Boo Holla at Me Baby (x3)

I’m Turnt Up I’m Super Turnt Up

[Chris Brown - Verse 2]

a n-gga beep beep

and shawty toot toot

blowin’ out there 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 hide-out

big dipper cause you sippin’ on my bottle

only f-ckin’ with them A-listin’ models

now let’s get it like ..

Low fitted if you done it then I did it

if you kick it then i’m with it

we can do this sh-t 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 sh-t yeah I go hard

don’t stand in lines n-gga I bogard

Bad boy celebrity cause I’m so large

and don’t need no battery cause I’m in charge

[Chrous]

[Tyga - Verse 3]

(Ha)

I’m hot mothaf-cka get a plate b-tch

Don’t say sh-t get your face-lift

Rose rich let tha champagne drip

n-ggas swag jack but this L.A. sh-t

get it back give it back ain’t ’bout sh-t

snap back them ain’t even rare where the tag at

wack-a-s all up in my ear b-tch bag back

I bag bad b-tches muthaf-cka Kat Stacks

yellow n-gga no cabs

Got the phantom out no mask

get your camera out uh one flash

hot beams steady shot clap your a-s

Aww T. raw I’m so ahh

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]

Hey (x3)

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