chris brown & joyner lucas – stranger things lyrics
[verse 1: chris brown]
bottles in a bucket full of ice (yeah)
better make room, vroom, hear the lambo (celebrate)
b-tch better believe that i’m a sniper (yeah)
you know i’m ’bout to take you from your man though (celebrate)
pop up with the chopper at artificial n-gg-s actin’ like b-tches
it done started up a epidemic
it don’t make a difference, n-gg- we winnin’, i’m plenty grinnin’
hundred million platinum, f-ck it, you ain’t gotta listen (celebrate)
you better step down to me
feel the d-ck, b-tch, open up your mouth for me
now choke, talk to the d-ck honestly
i’m dope, b-tch comin’ like eenie meenie miney mo (celebrate)
i don’t like when i lose (i don’t)
if i don’t buy her them shoes, i don’t like those (regulate)
do anything that i want to it
think i’m gon’ dance on the moon like michael (elevate)
[verse 2: joyner lucas & chris brown]
while i’m drivin’, i’m moonwalking in the sky with some shooters
we jump inside of the buick, you duck and hide from the rugers
a couple choppers, acoustic and the guitar with the music
guess i’m alive and i use it, get stuck inside of the cubics
i never lie but the truth is i’m f-ckin’ tired of these losers
and all my life want the food when it’s supper time and the juice
but i’d rather die than to lose, it’s a matter of time ‘fore i lose it
and strategize with the movement-t-t-t-t-t
walk in the trap like a boss, ooh
hoe, you know i’m drippin’ with the sauce, ooh
pretty with a face full of scars
all they did was build me up, try to take me apart
they ain’t never wanna (celebrate) like you have a label
call the doctor, heard the chopper make ’em do the macarena
all you n-gg-s sweet as candy, chocolate chip and now and later
jolly rancher, stick to bubblegum and watermelon flavored
get the paper, i’ma (celebrate) on the corner
heard you n-gg-s got the juice but i got corona
got a little spanish b-tch, i call her maricona
joyner lucas, b-tch, i’m hotter than a f-ckin’ sauna
yeah, i make you n-gg-s (elevate) all you new n-gg-s don’t do it for me, look (woah)
b-tch, i’m the professor, you a student to me, woah
designer shades on, like you cooler than me, wait (ayy)
all we do is win, you a loser to me
rappers wanna talk about battle me (joyner)
you can’t give me neck with a mouth full of cavities
bunch of lil’ n-gg-s tried grabbin’ me (grabbin’ me)
five foot five, boy, you n-gg-s like half of me
you don’t wanna see the other side of me (yeah)
hard to make ’em happy, all these b-tches stay mad at me
i just might take her out to applebee’s (applebee’s)
give her long d-ck and a strawberry daiquiri
[verse 3: chris brown & joyner lucas]
order cheesecake factory, bubblin’, why you mumblin’?
what you utter? stop stutterin’, what you spend? let me double it
lime green ‘rari, two twins, call ’em double mints
if all you p-ssy n-gg-s my kids, i’m in trouble then
shut up before i spank you for actin’ up
now i’m wakin’ up in cabanas cause she bad as f-ck
and all gorillas don’t want bananas ‘less your chain is tucked
you wiggity-wack with the strap, you cross chris, make you jump
i criss-cross with the pump, ain’t no bricks in the trunk
leave that sh-t for the chumps, i still get what i want
don’t wanna believe in my mind, but you believe in my dump
i’m takin’ a knee for my side, could give a f-ck ’bout they owners
n-gg- look at my eyes, you ’bout to give me my bonus
and every motherf-ckin’ record, that’s a hit, i record it (celebrate)
and every motherf-ckin’ snitch up in this b-tch, they report it (celebrate)
you paid your way for this fade and can’t even afford it
seventy-five mil’, look at me now (celebrate)
and all these bad b-tches can’t keep their feet down (elevate)
you don’t really wanna see brown
need to stop all that sh-t, talkin’ put the seat down
joyner, i don’t really feel these n-gg-s
hol’ up, i ain’t gotta pay to k!ll these n-gg-s
time is money, need to f-ck around and bill these n-gg-s
vet, so i’m finna good will these n-gg-s (celebrate)
i’ma drill these n-gg-s, i should grill these n-gg-s
take flex, fresh prince, uncle phil these n-gg-s
oh sh-t, i’m the sh-t, you could smell me, n-gg-
break ribs, yeah, you don’t want no real beef, n-gg-
i say as-salāmu ʿalayk-m when i tear apart some bacon
hoe, you actin’ like a pig, you f-ckin’ filthy, n-gg-
now the police tryna lock me in the prison, said i’m guilty
i said da da da da da, come and k!ll me, n-gg-
[verse 4: joyner lucas, chris brown & both]
they must have forgot that i’m psycho (jheeze)
oh, you want war? say no more
turn your f-ckin’ block into a light show (joyner)
you better be sure, better be sure
i’m the realest n-gg- that i know
and i’m so bored, i might switch cars
i saved a lotta money on geico (jheeze)
and neighbors knockin’ on my door, what the f-ck you want?b-tch, i’m alright (jheeze)
listen, n-gg-, mind your business, i’m so sick of n-gg-s
tellin’ me how i’ve been livin’ my life (joyner)
sick of b-mpin’ shoulders now i’m runnin’ over
every motherf-cker who ain’t wanna get in my ride
i was watchin’, you was shoppin’
ain’t never had the sh-t in my size
now i’m poppin’, i’m poppin’
and your b-tch keep hittin’ my line
it’s complicated, f-ckin’ up with my main b-tch
givin’ it to the side b-tch at the same d-mn time
puttin’ my face in it, never wastin’ it
i’ma lay in it, hit it, hit it one more time
and then i’ma proceed and play with the p-ssy
you know i don’t keep my cape on a hoodie
but i give a uzi, it’s a doozie, make a movie if you’re actin’
so (celebrate)
chris brown & joyner lucas’ “stranger things” samples the hit netflix show’s theme song
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