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chris brown - in love with the bitches lyrics

[verse 1: chris brown]
your envy is tall, my n-gg-s livin’ right
you mad cause we can pop bottles every f-ckin’ night
poppin’ them pills when we chill, for real
smokin’ straight gas, i’mma see you in another life
b-tch i’m blunted, just look in my eyes, i won’t f-ckin’ lie
catch a vibe, codeine got me leanin’, i’m about to slide
ohb, yeah we ride or die, better pick a side
and when i get that p-ssy, you gon’ blame it on the liquor, right?
when you gon’ let a real n-gg- live?
cause ain’t nothin’ for me to call up a side b-tch
girl, let a lightskin n-gg- get up in them ribs
and you can bring your girls, promise i won’t f-ck them b-tches
d-mn, you been frontin’ on that all night
i gotta leave, come with me on this red eye
she want relationship and i was willin’ to pay that tuition
f-ckin’ up her decision but i’m in love with the b-tches

[hook: chris brown]
baby, i’m tryin’ but i can’t, i’m tryin’
cause i’m in love with these b-tches
too drunk, had a threesome
they done caught me on cam and got pictures
and we was drinkin’ everythin’
what would a young n-gg- do if it was you?
d-mn they done told everythin’
it’s real f-cked up but i’m in love with the b-tches
cause i’m in love with these b-tches
cause i’m in love with these b-tches
[verse 2: young lo]
i swear i love all these b-tches, especially the freak hoes
line ’em up and knock ’em down like freethrows
swear i’m young will, hit ’em with the steal, leave that p-ssy killed
lick that kitty, i should leave a hoe bill
yeah i’m ballin’ on point, like it’s a million mattress
wake up every mornin’, different b-tches in the mansion
models gettin’ high, throwin’ whips up in the attic
my n-gg- burnt out, got these hoes [?]
and we gon’ throw a party, take the molly, [?] for the bottles
eat that p-ssy, eat that p-ssy, call me sloppy papi
swervin’ in the newest foreign, ridin’ with the carbon
poppin’ your b-tch, n-gg-, i don’t even need to call ’em

[verse 3: young blacc]
let let, let a real n-gg- hit it
make magnum make sales, only real n-gg-s fitted
got her walkin’ limp cause i gave her the business
come in to the crib and bust it down with her sister
slide to the club, 50 deep on that late night
back to the crib, might eat her cause it’s date night
throwin’ b-tches texts and tryna give a n-gg- threesomes
henny d-ck goin’ so i might as well beast ’em
my n-gg-s be winnin’, my side b-tches be trippin’
i put that d-ck in her stomach and then i take ’em to dinner
i’m just playin’ to save her, take my strap on the road
i mean what i say cause i love these hoes

- chris brown lyrics

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