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yoyoyoyoyoyoyoyooy1 - real lyrics

[intro]
i need you (x8)

[hook: chris brown]
we poppin’ like ayo
all my b-tches got real hair chilling with the top down
screaming like ayo
i’mma take her -ss down when she bring her friend around
f-ck ‘em both like ayo
i’m a bougie -ss n-gga left the roof at home
we popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
but don’t be acting like i need you

[verse 1: tyga]
ahhh! aye babe this my new sh-t
i’m the black richie rich with the roof missing
if it don’t make dollars it don’t make sense
z, wake up like i gotta get it
and i got an engine full of trunk sp-ce
i get money three ways, f-cking b-tches three ways
7 different foreigns plus she no hablé
but i make that b-tch walk for some cheesecake
yeah, i’m the coldest n-gga, icy
looking in the mirror like i wish i can be me
she too into me, i’m more into money
my hobby’s her body, that p-ssy’s my lobby
i’mma eat it, i’mma eat it
i don’t lie, hope my d-ck’s, too conceited
uh, told her she’s my wife for the weekend
but don’t be acting like i need you cause we poppin’ like

[hook: chris brown]

[verse 2: chris brown]
i’m in a rolls, you don’t roll right
my chain shine brighter than a strobe light
i’m tryna f-ck coco, this don’t concern ice
if i motorboat, she gon’ motorbike
a n-gga ain’t worried about nothin’
rehabilitation just had me worried about f-cking
money, decision-making only worried about stunting
she worried about me, her n-gga worried about cuffing
i wanna see her body (bodyyyy)
she said get inside of me
i wanna feel you baby (yeahhh)
just bring the animal right out of me
we loving, she love it
specially when i go down on her
now we f-cking, she thugging
getting loud (cause we poppin’ like)

[hook: chris brown]

[verse 3: chris brown & (tyga)]
huh, look, alright
now i can spot your b-tch from a mile away
valentine in that p-ssy, it’s a holiday
(uh, you losing money, i win mills, dr. j
she going to follow my lead, simon says)
paper, paper, i’m riding scr-pers in california
car smelling like ammonia, we got that stank on us
(never been an outkast that stank on ya
from the ghetto but my b-tch like apollonia)
we in the hood, tatted like a mexican
car too fast, give a f-ck about pedestrians
(and my section less n-ggas, more lesbians)
got your b-tch, i’m that n-gga
(yeah we poppin’ like)

[hook: chris brown]

[outro: tyga]
this that fly sh-t, king sh-t only
drop top, no roof – ahhh!

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