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chris brown & tyga - g shit lyrics

[intro: tyga]
jahlil beats, holla at me
c-c-cuff yo’ chick
haha, you know
a lot of girls say a lot of things to me
sayin’ they this and that, but i ain’t listen though
dj ill will
’cause i’m on some g sh-t
ha, young money
d-d-dj rockstar

[verse 1: tyga]
uh, i’m in this b-tch ’til my eyes white
they say i’m all hype, miss me if you blink twice
if your hair p-ssy right, i’ma f-ck you all night
the rockstar, young beatle, tell ’em good night
kiss dada, momma love ’em, about my dollars
sp-ce comma, bills up in benihanas
ice water, cash make my d-ck larger
i s-x harder, make you sweat, sauna
haha, dope n-gga f-ck dope b-tches
from the city where locs on and those d-ckies
b-side with the barbie, dash 250
let her kiss on my neck but no hickies (no hickies?)
driveway like sin city
make a movie with a star, let the lights hit ya
haha, she think i ain’t gon’ get
but i’m a fly n-gga, i ain’t trippin’, shawty so

[chorus: chris brown]
it really don’t matter to me
i’m loving all these girls ’cause all these girls love me
under the sheets
private party with ya body, i’m a freak
money ain’t a thang, thang
and i’ma do my thang, thang
i’m on some g sh-t, baby
on some g sh-t, baby
(haha, yeah)

[verse 2: chris brown]
look, louboutin red bottoms ’cause she that nice
her body stack right, miss her if you blink twice
and never compare her to the rest ’cause she so far
she got security with her, i call her lonestar
ysl, fly as h-ll with them french tips
let’s hit the water, set sail, give me french kisses
people flashin’ everywhere that we go
ice cold n-gga, but the chain still rocky road
ice cream, i’m f-ckin’ with them ice queens
long hair, pretty yellow bone lightnin’
’cause she’s excitin’, i take her clothes off
i kiss it three times and then i doze off, haha
’cause i’m the best whoever did it, ha
and she’s the best ’cause she with me, ha
she think i ain’t gon’ hit it
but i’m a fly n-gga, i ain’t trippin’, shawty, so

[chorus: chris brown]
it really don’t matter to me (yeah)
i’m loving all these girls ’cause all these girls love me (all these girls)
under the sheets
private party with ya body, i’m a freak
money ain’t a thang, thang (no)
and i’ma do my thang, thang (yeah)
i’m on some g sh-t, baby
on some g sh-t, baby
dj rockstar

[verse 3: chris brown & tyga]
fresh planes, driver to my jetway
first cl-ss, yeah, that’s where my chef stay
i’m ahead of you n-ggas, i skip one grade
on islands and yachts with my louis shades
uh, yeah, but like gucci mane
baby, have some lemonade
umbrella in your drunk, dessert, soufflé
patrón shots straight, turn a n-gga two-face
hot, drunk girls say they love my baby face
uh, but i’ma still keep it g though (yeah)
captain of my ship and i ain’t never wearin’ speedos (nah)
my herringbone on (yeah)
she let me bone on (yeah)
poked her, now chauffeur take her home
put it on my camera phone, i know i’m wrong
but i’m in too deep, uh, nia long
she fall in love with every love song
she wanna be in love, uh
but sh-t

[chorus: chris brown]
it really don’t matter to me (hey, hey)
i’m loving all these girls ’cause all these girls love me
under the sheets (whoa-oh)
private party with ya body, i’m a freak
money ain’t a thang, thang (no, it ain’t)
and i’ma do my thang, thang (yeah)
i’m on some g sh-t, baby
on some g sh-t, baby

- chris brown tyga lyrics

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