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ray j & chris brown - side bitch lyrics

[chorus: chris brown]
you ain’t nothing but trouble, yeah, yeah
girl, that’s why you my side b-tch
give your -ss to all them n-gg-s
i just wanna f-ck, no love
say you love me, b-tch, you lying
give your -ss to all them n-gg-s
she’s s-xy, i want that
i know she been leadin’ me on
he gave her a bottle of rosé
watch that b-tch turn off her phone
she sneaky, can’t believe
anything that comes out her lips
girl, that’s why you my side b-tch
that’s why you my side b-tch

[verse 1: chris brown]
look, i’m takin’ shots of d’ussé
te-tellin’ me you love me, better watch what you say
bi-b-tch, you a bird, i got a flock of groupies
lo-lo-lookin’ for the money, b-tch, i ball, i’m too paid
what you, what you mean i ain’t never committin’?
every n-gg- in la to hit it
i ain’t, i ain’t throwin’ no shade, lil’ mama got amazin’ t-tties
big booty but her brain is missin’
let me paint the picture
says she, says she couldn’t see me tonight, had to go to work
had to get her weight up
4-45 minutes later, seen the b-tch in the club with another n-gg- laid up (laid up)
with her triflin’ -ss, i guess this hoe all about her paper
i’m-i’m-i’ma do me, i-i-i told her don’t do me no favors, favors
thinkin’ ‘bout wildin’ out, then the dj startin’ shoutin’ me out
yeah, i’m finna send my n-gg-s to the b-tch crib
while she f-ckin’ my n-gg-s, runnin’ the house
huh, i need to cool down, n-gg-
call myself brown, you that n-gg-
get up off that mob sh-t
a n-gg- really can’t be mad about a side b-tch, ha

[verse 2: ray j]
i-i-i got a lot of freaky reasons
why-why i call you my side chick, i-i-i call you my side chick (side chick)
i-i f-ck you every other season (si-si-side chick, oh yeah)
ba-baby, you too much trouble for a n-gg- to be in (si-si-side chick)
why does that p-ssy feel so good? (so f-cking good)
a f-cked up position for a n-gg- to be in
she got so much motivation, my side b-tch
pu-pu-p-ssy good and h-lla tight
a f-cked up position for a n-gg- to be in
girl, we be f-ckin’ this b-tch ’til she hate it
bo-bottom b-tches kinda crazy
too much trouble for a n-gg- to be in
si-si-side b-tch tryna have my babies

[chorus: chris brown & (ray j)]
you ain’t nothing but trouble, yeah, yeah (ooh, woah)
girl, that’s why you my side b-tch (th-th-that’s why you my side b-tch)
give your -ss to all them n-gg-s (all my n-gg-s)
i just wanna f-ck, no love (f-ck, no love)
say you love me, b-tch, you lying
give your -ss to all them n-gg-s (oh, wanna let the homies get it)
she’s s-xy, i want that
i know she been leadin’ me on (and i know she been leadin’ me on)
he gave her a bottle of rosé (of rosé)
watch that b-tch turn off her phone
she sneaky, can’t believe
anything that comes out her lips (can’t believe anything that this b-tch talking ’bout)
girl, that’s why you my side b-tch (that’s why)
that’s why you my side b-tch (that’s why you my side b-tch)

[outro: ray j]
yeah, ooh, that’s why
that’s why, that’s why

- ray j chris brown lyrics

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