chris brown - banjo lyrics
[hook: chris brown]
man, don’t play with the p-ssy like a banjo
man, don’t play with the p-ssy like a banjo
man, don’t play with the p-ssy like a banjo
and all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor
[verse 1: chris brown]
pull up, n-gg- creeping
colder than a motherf-cker
guess it’s ho season (b-tch)
shorty got that -ss, baby girl it’s nice to meet you
with these lights off, give a f-ck about your features
i’m tryna f-ck
if it’s one on one gimme that eye soap
but if it’s two of ya’ll i’ma let the dice roll
it’s the weekend, i could tell you been freaking
cause you popping miley cyrus and you twerking with your eyes closed
go figure, skinny n-gg- with a suit on
bunch of bad b-tches
yeah, they like me n-gg-, who don’t?
drop top, everything
we party like the roof gone
a n-gg- got a problem, blaka-blaka, then we move on (blap)
tell ’em hold that
if you looking for liquor, better lick up
my liquor zing and you know that
b-tches looking for a sponsorship, cha-ching, cause i sponsor sh-t
b-tch i throw racks
f-cked up, got me dancing on the floor
tryna dance in that p-ssy, tell me when to go
i’m tore up, feeling like i’m ’bout to throw up
one night with me this b-tch about to blow up
[hook: chris brown x2]
man, don’t play with the p-ssy like a banjo
man, don’t play with the p-ssy like a banjo
man, don’t play with the p-ssy like a banjo
and all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor
[verse 2: tyga]
ain’t sh-t but model b-tches over here
i’m a n-gg- with money b-tch
let’s make that clear
you here with a elf ear
hoes in stock over here
and the price going up by the year
it’s a good year, baby
on my blimp sh-t
you too defensive and sensitive
that’s on some mental sh-t
no sense in lingering
can’t count on you n-gg-s man, only count benjamins
he my closest friend
my wrist a wrist
ice the b-tch
like it’s sprained and sh-t
i’m the n-gg-, n-gg-
yes he is, the flyest with three yes’ [?]
i take that p-ssy and ransom it
when i hit the block, better have your banger
[?]
she fold it close, we ain’t gon’ ever hang
[?]
bang-bang
[hook: chris brown x2]
man, don’t play with the p-ssy like a banjo
man, don’t play with the p-ssy like a banjo
man, don’t play with the p-ssy like a banjo
and all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor
[verse 3: chris brown]
she was bomb but she wanted me to pay for it
alley-oop b-tch, you know a n-gg- play wh-r-s
i play with p-ssy, girl you know that i’m a playboy
clap, clap, clap then she make that booty make noise
she make that -ss wobble like a monster
twerk something, hurt something
d-mn, i’ma need a doctor
a b-tch with some real hair straight up out the projects
and she turn her phone off from all them n-gg-s she be dodging
[?] head
she don’t give a f-ck about nothing but her bread
but when i dance in that p-ssy do the running man
while all these other n-gg-s f-cking with [?]
i’m throwing all of this money and i’m advancing these strippers
i got my hand on the p-ssy she got her hand on my zipper
she started going to work my sh-t got hard as a missile
then she say she got a twin, i started f-cking her sister
[hook: chris brown]
man, don’t play with the p-ssy like a banjo
man, don’t play with the p-ssy like a banjo
man, don’t play with the p-ssy like a banjo
and all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor
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