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chris brown - holla @ me lyrics

“holla @ me”
(with tyga)

[verse 1 – chris brown]
uh, boom, boom
we ballin’ in the room
sweepin’ up my compet-tion call me mr. broom
knockin’ n-gg-s over, call me bulldozer
one more drink for these n-gg-s 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, n-gg- look at my jewels
aviator shades i ain’t lookin’ at you
achoo, bless me twice
be a rich n-gg- i be sh-ttin’ on your life
magazine covers, magnem rubbers
i mean magnum, i don’t f-ck with stragglers
n-gg-s want drama, gangsta grill b-st-rds
did you check the caption lights camera action

[chorus – tyga & chris brown]
holla at me boo, holla at me beh [x3]
i’m turned up, i’m super turned up [x2]
[repeat]

[verse 2 – chris brown]
a n-gg- 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 f-ckin’ 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 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-gg- 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 turned up, i’m super turned up [x2]
[repeat]

[verse 3 – tyga]
i’m hot motherf-cker, get a plate b-tch
don’t say sh-t, get your face lift
rozay b-tch let the champagne drip
n-gg-s 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 a what
wack -ss all up in my ear b-tch bag back
i bag bad b-tches motherf-cker kat stacks
yellow n-gg-, no cabs
got the phantom out, no mats
get your camera out uh, one flash
hot beams steady shot clap your -ss
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 turned up i can’t feel my face so

[chorus – tyga & chris brown]
holla at me boo, holla at me beh [x3]
i’m turned up, i’m super turned up [x2]
[repeat]

- chris brown lyrics

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