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chris brown & tyga - real one lyrics

[intro: tyga & chris brown]
yeah
i could give a f-ck about ya n-gga, baby
that n-gga weak

[verse 1: tyga]
ay baby, you baby
that’s some good p-ssy we can make a new baby
f-ck you in the maybach, f-ck a room baby
i use my tongue, use your mouth, watch your tooth baby
d-ck game proper ,got a lot of bodies
and the house game hilton, got a lot of lobbies
b-tches overnight it, what you know ’bout it?
t-raww whip out, tap out

[verse 2: chris brown]
i got ’em all hooked like drugs and all them tryna f-ck with a young n-gga
pulled up to the club like what, straight to v.i.p
double cuppin’, i stay too turned up cause we poppin’ bottles in here
baby i’m just tryna party, yeah cause i’m the man of the year

[pre-hook: chris brown]
i’m tryna get a little buzz, party jumpin’ and a n-gga spendin’ money
hope i get f-cked up, i see your girl lookin’ over, at me
she wanna turn up, i can tell by the look in her face
that she ain’t happy with you, n-gga and i can bet that i’m gon’ get her

[hook: chris brown]
and i don’t, i don’t really care if, if you gotta man
(i don’t care about your n-gga, baby, that n-gga weak!)
cause you over there starin’, at me, at me, yeah
(i see you starin’ at a n-gga, baby)
i guess your n-gga too lame, huh?
girl i bet you want a real one, yeah
you want a real one, yeah
you want a real one

[verse 3: chris brown]
girl i know you wanna
jump up on it right there, right there
cause everybody in the club gettin’ faded
a hundred thousand dollar tab, i’mma pay it
girl the party’s jumpin’
dj’s bumpin’ my sh-t, oh yeah
got everybody in the club lookin’ at us
i’m at the top i just climbed up the ladder, real sh-t
girl you givin’ me the screw face
i know them b-tches hatin’ you, yeah they two-faced
i know he told you not to drink but what do you say?
i know he tryna lock you down like me and boosie
f-ck that n-gga, my middle finger up
f-ck a rap n-gga, you just want a singer, huh?
i’m with this sh-t and you love it
gon’ and twerk some for me

[verse 4: lil boosie]
turn, turn, turn, turn up, stop stuntin’ that n-gga
we straight, i got more money than that n-gga
she ain’t loyal cause he ain’t me
go to jail, she gon’ leave you like them girls did me
she want a real one, oh she want some
look at all this money over here, she want some
she ain’t thirsty
but when you that bad, every chick need bags and purses
scorpio says girl my tongue on her
meet me all day, we just press record
ten mill’ in two months, god bless me girl
you over there starin’, next to me girl
them hotties is flockin’, it’s three in the mornin’
them bodies is poppin’ she’s feelin’ the moment
she gotta man, i ain’t worried about that
got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta respect

[hook: chris brown]
i don’t, i don’t really care if, if you gotta man
(i don’t care about your n-gga, baby, that n-gga weak!)
cause you over there starin’, at me, at me, yeah
(i see you starin’ at a n-gga, baby)
i guess your n-gga too lame, huh?
girl i bet you want a real one, yeah
you want a real one, yeah
you want a real one

[outro: chris brown]
baby i don’t really care if, if you gotta man
(i don’t care about your n-gga, baby, that n-gga weak!)
cause you over there starin’, at me, at me, yeah
(i see you starin’ at a n-gga, baby)
i guess your n-gga too lame, huh?
i bet you want a real one, you want a real one, you want a real one

[spoken outro]

- chris brown tyga lyrics

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