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lirik lagu bitches n marijuana – chris brown

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you can tell by the way i walk that i got ’em
bail any girl that i wanna
got b-tches n marijuana
i can tell by the way you move that you a problem
bail any girl that i wanna
got b-tches n marijuana
i got ’em, i got ’em
ooh, she bad, she don’t do it for free
i got em, i got em
got b-tches n marijuana

[verse 1: tyga]
t-ballin’, globetrotter
got a bunch of pre-rolls and a gold lighter
think you on fire? you gon’ need more fire
i tell her that’s all you get like street fighter
nah, walk with me, talk to me
that body cold, chess game like a p-wn to me
she wanna ride with me, kick it and vibe with me
i got that long clip, fall asleep to the movie
motherf-ckin’ goonies, cartier rubies
coupe, no top, yeah, i took off the [?]
i’m high, i’m woozie, d’usse, i’m doosing
i might just be right with my b-tch in jacuzzi
right, n-gg-, gettin’ right, n-gg-
i’ma knock that p-ssy out, fight night, n-gg-
i’mma light it up, p-ss it to the right n-gg-
our b-tches at the crib, don’t invite n-gg-s

[chorus – chris brown]
you can tell by the way i walk that i got ’em
bail any girl that i wanna
got b-tches n marijuana
i can tell by the way you move that you a problem
bail any girl that i wanna
got b-tches n marijuana
i got ’em, i got ’em
ooh, she bad, she don’t do it for free
i got em, i got em
got b-tches n marijuana

[verse 2: chris brown]
pull up, got the fat sack
with some clean motherf-ckers, no hood rats
yeah we suited and booted, you know your b-tch ’bout to toot it
she want love from a n-gg-, that’s a heart attack, yack!
loud pack, give me all of that
don’t be sending naked pics cause my phone tapped
black mas, duffel bag and a hundred racks
i don’t snitch but i could show you where the money at, me n-gg-
it’s right here
got girls and they all on my lap, they with me n-gg-
h-ll yeah
you see the lambo parked in the trap, that’s me n-gg-
i own it while you living on a lease n-gg-
i’m known to keep my b-tches on a leash n-gg-
i smoke it by the pound what you talking ’bout
i d-ck your b-tch down then i walk it out

[chorus – chris brown]
you can tell by the way i walk that i got ’em
bail any girl that i wanna
got b-tches n marijuana
i can tell by the way you move that you a problem
bail any girl that i wanna
got b-tches n marijuana
i got ’em, i got ’em
ooh, she bad, she don’t do it for free
i got em, i got em
got b-tches n marijuana

[verse 3: schoolboy q]
grimy n-gg- way too groovy for the grammys
overseas collecting panties, poppin’ xannies
young n-gg-, hundred grand for the gram, hot d-mn
hit the curb with the benz, swerve
rollie do no ticky to the blingy
i spending hundreds or the fifties
word around the city i’m that niggy
but this month i made a milli
another month another milli, man that sh-t be gettin’ silly
[?] b-tch you looking silly
why you broke, go get a check
and when you fly, who need a jet
she wanna move out to the west
she want them diamonds on her neck
and palm trees in the yard, wanna be’s with a star
and get the keys to the car huh
and wanna lick on every scar huh
my money good, sh-t we buying off the bar right now, right now
who got the weed right now, right now

[chorus – chris brown]
you can tell by the way i walk that i got ’em
bail any girl that i wanna
got b-tches n marijuana
i can tell by the way you move that you a problem
bail any girl that i wanna
got b-tches n marijuana
i got ’em, i got ’em
ooh, she bad, she don’t do it for free
i got em, i got em
got b-tches n marijuana

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