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chris brown - who this? (migos) lyrics

[intro: chris brown]
who this is?
who this?
who this is?
who this?
who this is?

[verse 1: takeoff & offset]
take off [?]
caught me slippin’, say that i’m trippin’
she started hittin’ these b-tches, i told her listen (bam)
you can leave me for another n-gga
tried to keep you, but you wouldn’t listen
ain’t hard to see i’m with this b-tch
but, we came from differences
offset, she say she don’t roll with a n-gga
got a choppers, light it up like it’s christmas
i put my hoe in a limo
i get this b-tch, then i dismissed her
can’t’ trust these b-tches, they viscous
suckin’ d-ck for a living, no kissing
i’m f-cking this b-tch in the kitchen
but, somebody walked in my kitchen

[verse 2: chris brown]
attention, my baby’s coming over
i’ma need everyone to go
take what you need and get to steppin’
no you don’t need to wait up
traffic, i hear it’s kinda crazy
more time for me to clean up
she might think theres something shady
really, seriously you need to hurry up
if you only knew about the way she drive
you would understand, i ain’t f-cking around
if she come through the front door, you gotta hide
gotta hide, she be like

[chorus: chris brown]
who this b-tch all up in my house?
why she hiding behind the couch?
hold on, no n-gga, we don’t know n-gga, don’t get up
f-ck around and i’ma lay you out
and she like who this b-tch all up in my house?
why she hiding behind the couch?
hold on, no n-gga, we don’t know n-gga, don’t get up
f-ck around and i’ma lay you out, she like
who this? who this is?
who this? who this is?
who this? who this is, yeah?
who this? who this is, yeah?

[verse 3: quavo]
migos! as soon i was going out
she caught me trippin’ in the house
she got the keys to the door
she caught me smashing on the couch
she ‘bout to put a n-gga out
put a n-gga by the house
saw me and the side chick
so i had to let another b-tch in the house
i know she ain’t you
go, smoke a pound of the reefer (oh)
do nothing fancy, she lookin’ at my drink (oh)
i pour an 8 in her lean
i got the fire, got a feeling i’m high
i pick up her friend for c.breezy
she tell her friend that she needy
f-ckin’ hoes like this is easy
i roll you on the floor, just ’cause i was high (i roll you over)
i was in love by the way she smile
she came to the door, came from both sides
before she pull the trigger, what she say?

[chorus: chris brown]
who this b-tch all up in my house? (who that b-tch)
why she hiding behind the couch? (please don’t get the knife)
hold on, no n-gga, we don’t know n-gga, don’t get up
f-ck around and i’ma lay you out
who this? who this? who this is?
who’s this b-tch all up in my house?
why she hiding behind the couch?
hold on, no n-gga, we don’t know n-gga, don’t get up
f-ck around and i’ma lay you out, she like
who this? what’s that b-tch name? who this is? what’s her name?
who this? what’s that b-tch name? who this is? what’s her name?
who this? what’s that b-tch name? who this is? what’s her name?
who this? what’s that b-tch name? who this is? what’s her name?

[verse 3: chris brown]
know the record but different me, can’t even play like i’m innocent
every night i f-ck a different b-tch, i’ll admit you the one, ain’t many different
you f-ckin’ n-ggas for fame, b-tches heartin’ on my instagram
i see that look on her face, know she gon’ f-ck her up, she goin’ insane
i’m under pressure, came in this b-tch, she gon’ leave in a stretcher
i shouldn’t have let her, i shoulda known better, she gon’ teach me a lesson
she in there workin’ with the .45 with the compressor
don’t pull it, don’t pull it, don’t pull it, blood all over the wall and dresser
and if i had the chance would i save her life?
if i never cheated, she wouldn’t have died
i don’t see no soul, only hear her cry
yeah, you really thinking that i’m dead wrong

[chorus: chris brown]
who this b-tch all up in my house? (oh yeah)
why she hiding behind the couch? (couch)
hold on, no n-gga, we don’t know n-gga, don’t get up
f-ck around and i’ma lay you out
and she like who’s this b-tch all up in my house?
whats her name? whats her name?
why she hiding behind the couch? (record you both ‘fore you came)
hold on, no n-gga, we don’t know n-gga, don’t get up
f-ck around and i’ma lay you out, she like (lay you out)
who this? who this is? (who this is, yeah?)
who this? who this is?
who this? who this is, yeah?
who this? who this is, yeah?

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