Stranger things歌词

Stranger ThingsChris Brown：Bottles and a bucket full of ice yeahBetter make room vroom hear the Lambo celebrate B**ch better believe that I'ma sniper yeahYou know I'm about to take you from your man though so celebratePop up with the ch**perAnd artificial n**gas acting like b**ches it done started up a epidemicIt don't make a difference n**ga we winning I'm plenty grinningA hundred million platinum f**king you ain't got to listen celebrateYou better step down to meFeel the d**k b**ch open up your mouth for me Now choke talk to the d**k honestlyI'm d**e b**ch coming like Eenie Meenie Miney mo celebrateI don't like when I lose if I don't buy her them shoes I don't like those regulateDo anything that I want to it thinkI'm gonna dance on the moon like Michael elevate Joyner Lucas/Chris Brown：While I'm driving I'm moonwalking in the skySay shooters be jumping inside the BuickYou duck and hide from the RugersA couple choppers acoustic and the guitarWhen the music is I'm aliveAnd I used to get stuck inside of the cubicsI never lie with the truthI'm so f**king tired of these losersAnd all my life wanted the foodWhen its summer time and the juiceBut I'd rather die than to loseIt's a matter of time 'fore I lose itAnd strategize with the movementWalk in the trap like a boss oohHoe you know I'm dripping with the sauce ooh Pretty with a face full of scars all they do is build me up Try to take me apart they don't never want to celebrate Like you have a label callThe doctor heard the chopper make 'em do themacarenaAll you n**gas sweet as candy chocolate chipAnd I relate to Jolly Ranchers stick to bubblegum And watermelon flavoredGet the paper I'ma celebrateOn the cornerHeard you n**gas got the juice but I got CoronaGot a little Spanish b**ch that I call my maricona Joyner Lucas b**ch I'm hotter than a f**king sauna Yeah I make you n**gas elevateAll you new n**gas don't do it for me lookB**ch I'm the professor you a student to me woah Designer shades on like you cooler than me waitAll we do is win you a loser to meRappers wanna talk about battle me JoynerYou can't give me n**k with a mouth full of cavities Bunch of lil' n**gas tried grabbing me grabbing me Five foot five boy you n**gas like half of meYou don't wanna see the other side of me yeah Hard to make 'em happy all these b**ches stay mad at meI just might take her around to Applebee's Applebee'sGive her long d**k and a strawberry daiquiriChris Brown/Joyner Lucas:All the Cheesecake Factory bubbling why your mumbling Watch you utter stop stutteringWhat you spend Let me double itNahLime green 'Rari two twins call 'em double mintsIf all you p**sy n**gas my kids are in trouble then Shut up before I spank you for acting upNow I'm waking up in cabanas cause she bad as f**k And all gorillas don't want bananas unless your chain is tuckedYou wiggity wack with the strapYou cross criss make you jumpI criss cross with the pumpAin't no bricks in the trunkLeave that sh*t for the chumpsI still get what I wantDon't wanna believe in my mom but you believe in my dumpI'm taking a knee for my side could give a f**k 'bout their ownersNi**a look at my eyes you 'bout to give me my bonus And every motherf**king record is a hit if I record it celebrateAnd every motherf**king snitch up in this b**ch they reported celebrateYou paved your way for this fade and can't even afford itSeventy five mill look at me now celebrateAnd all these bad b**ches can't keep their feet down elevateYou don't really wanna see BrownNeed to stop all that sh*t talking put the seat down Joyner I don't really feel these n**gasHol' up I ain't gotta pay to kill these n**gasTime is money need to f**k around and bill these n**gas Vet so I'm finna good will these n**gasI'ma kill these n**gasI should grill these n**gasTake flex Fresh Prince Uncle Phil these n**gasOh sh*t I'm the sh*t you could smell me n**ga Break ribs yeah you don't want no real beef n**gaI say As salāmu 'alaykum when I tear apart the baconHoe you acting like a pig you f**king filthy n**ga Now the police tryna locking up in the prison said I'm guiltyI said da da da da da come and kill me n**ga Joyner Lucas/Chris Brown：They must've forgotten I'm pyschoOh you want warSay no moreTurn your f**king block into a light show Joyner You better be sure better be sureI'm the realest n**ga that I knowAnd I'm so bored I might switch carsI'm saving a lotta money on GeicoAnd neighbors knocking on my door what the f**k you wantB**ch I'm IrakListen n**ga mind your businessI'm so sick of n**gas telling me how I've been living my lifeSick of rubbing shouldersNow I'm running over every motherf**ker who ain't wanna get in my rideI was watching you was shoppingAin't never had the sh*t in my sideNow I'm popping I'm popping your b**ch keed**np hitting my lineIt's complicated keep f**king up with my mainB**ch giving it to the side b**ch at the same d**n time Put it my face never wastingIt I'ma lay in it hit it hit it one more timeAnd then I'ma proceed and play with the p**syYou know I don't keep my cape on a hoodieBut I give a uzi it's a doozie make a movieIf you're acting so celebrate。