Swizz Beatz ft. Ludacris & Chris Brown - Everyday Birthday

HipHop Music - Lyrics for - Everyday is your Birthday hit the floor. Hip-Hop-Music-By: Swizz Beatz ft. Ludacris & Chris Brown

 


Lyrics:


[Intro: Swizz Beatz]
Now
Everyday is your birthday now hit the floor
Everyday is your birthday now hit the floor
Everyday is your birthday now hit the floor
Hit the floor, I say: hit the floor
Everyday is your birthday now hit the floor
Everyday is your birthday now hit the floor
Everyday is your birthday now hit the floor
Hit hit the floor, and dance like a white girl
Lets work
Lets work
Lets work
Lets work

Big Sean ft. Chris Brown - My Last - Remix

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Chris Brown featuring Lil Wayne, Busta Rhymes - Look At Me Now

Look At Me Now - Chris Brown featuring Lil Wayne, Busta Rhymes and Look at Me Now" - The Angie Martinez Show karaoke bet

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Chris Brown – Look At Me Now Lyrics [Chris Brown] Yellow model chick Yellow bottle sipping Yellow Lamborghini Yellow top missing Yeah yeah That sh-t look like a toupee I get what you get in 10 years, in two days Ladies love me, I’m on my cool J If you get what I get what would you say She wax it all off, Mr Miyagi And them suicide doors, Hari Kari [Hook] Look at me now, look at me now Oh, I’m getting paper Look at me now Oh, look at me now Yeah, fresh than a muthaf-cker Lil n-gga bigger than gorilla Cause I’m killing every n-gga that Try to be on my sh-t Better cuff your chick if you with her I can get her And she accidentally slip fall on my dick Ooops, I said on my dick I aint really mean to say on my d-ck But since we talking about my dick All of you haters say hi to it I’m Done [Busta Rhymes] Ayo Breezy Let me show you how to keep the dice rolling When your doing that thing over there, homie Lets go Cause I feel like I’m running And I’m feeling like I gotta get away, get away, get away Better know that I don’t and I won’t ever stop cause You know I gotta win everyday day, goooo See they don’t really wanna pop me Just know that you will never flop me And I know that I can be a little cocky, nooo You aint never gonna stop me Everytime I come a n-gga gotta set it then I got it going Then I gotta get it, than I gotta blow, than I shut it any little thing That a n-gga think he be doing cause it doesnt matter cause I’m gonna dead it Then I’m gonna murder every thing and anything a badaboom a badabing I gotta do a lot of things, and make it clearer to a couple n-ggas That I’m always winning and I gotta get it again and again and again And I be doing it to death and now I move a little foul A n-gga better call a ref, everybody know my style And n-gga’s know that I’m the the best When I come to doing this and I be banging on my chest And I bang in the east and I bang in the west And I come to give you more and I never give you less You will hear it in the street or you can read it in the press Do you really wanna know whats next, lets go See the way we on, we be all up in the race and you know We gotta go, don’t try to keep up with the pace We struggling and hustling and sending in and getting in And always gotta take it to another place Gotta taste it and I gotta grab it And I gotta cut all through this traffic Just to be at the top of the throne Better know I gotta have it [Hook] Look at me now, look at me now oh, I’m getting paper look at me now oh, look at me now yeah, fresh than a muthaf-cker [Lil Wayne] Man f-ck these bitch ass n-ggas how yall doin? I’m Lil Tunechi, I’m a nuisance, I go stupid, I go dumb like the 3 stooges I dont eat sushi, I’m the shit, no I’m pollution, no substitution Got a bitch that play in movies in my jacuzzi, p-ssy juicy I never gave a f-ck about a hater, got money on my radar Dress like a skater, got a big house, came with a elevator You n-ggas aint eatin, f-ck it, tell a waiter Marley said shoot em, and I said “ok” If on that bullshit then I’m like “ole”, I dont care what you say, so don’t even speak Your girlfriend a freak like Cirque Du Soleil That’s word to my flag, and my flag red I’m out of my head, bitch I’m outta my mind from the bottom I climb You aint hotter at mine, nope, not on my time and I’m not even trying Whats poppin Slime? nothin five, and if they trippin f-ck em five I aint got no time to shuck and jive, these n-ggas as sweet as pumpkin pie Ciroc and Sprite on a private flight Bitch, I been tight, since guiding light, and my pockets white and my diamonds white And my mommas nice and my daddy’s dead You faggots scared cause I’m too wild, been here for a while I was like f-ck trial, I puts it down I’m so young money, if you got eyes look at me now, bitch! [Hook] Look at me now, look at me now oh, I’m getting paper look at me now oh, look at me now yeah, fresh than a muthaf-cker

Chris Brown f. Tyga - Holla At Me - 2010 - Lyrics

Ultimate HipHop Music: Chris Brown feat. Tyga
Title: Holla At Me
Gender: R&B
Requested By: Lari A. ;D

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Lyrics [Chris Brown:] Uh, Boom, Boom We ballin' in the room Sweepin' up my competition call me Mr. broom knockin' niqqaz over, call me bulldozer, one more drink for these *** and it's over, cause i'm a strike that something like a cobra, i know she want my venom, but i ain't gon' leave it in her, and right after i get her, she know she with a winner, and we straight to the crib, I ain't takin' her to dinner, (Chris brown laughs) Nigga look @ my jewels, aviator shades I ain't lookin' @ you, Ah chu, bless me twice, be a rich nigga I be shitin' on your life, magazine covers, magnem rubbers, I mean magnum, I don't fuck with stragglers, niggaz want drama, Gangsta Grillz bastards did you check the caption ? lights camera, action Holla @ Me Boo, Holla @ Me Baby, (x3) I'm Turnt Up, I'm Super Turnt Up (x2) a nigga beat, beat and shawty toot, toot, blowin' out there brains, car need a new roof, lookin' like a superstar, when I roll thru and shawty I'm the truth, so mama what it do? now let's ride out, ain't no trippin' when we dippin' to my hide-out, big dipper cause you sippin' on my bottle only fuckin' with them A-listin' models, now let's get it like .. (?) did it, if you done it, then I did it if you kick it, then i'm with it we can do this shit all-night your minute don't compare to my limit when i'm in it and I get it i'm a give it to you all night, I'm the shit yeah I go hard, don't stand in lines nigga I bogart fat boy celebrity cause I'm so large and don't need no battery cause I'm in charge Holla @ Me Boo, Holla @ Me Baby, (x3) I'm Turnt Up, I'm Super Turnt Up (x2) [Tyga:] (Ha) I'm hot mo'fucka, get a plate bitch Don't say shit, get your face-lift rose rich let tha champagne drip, niggas swag jack but this L.A. shit get it back, give it back ain't 'bout shit, snap back them ain't even rare, where the tag @ ?, wack-ass all up in my ear bitch bag back, I bag bad bitches mo'fucka Kat Stacks, (TYGA Laughs) yellow nigga, no cabs Got the phantom out, no mats, get your camera out uh, one flash, hot beams steady shot clap your ass, Aww, T. raw I'm so ahh, loc's on, chucks low, black beanie dog, patron top wash straight from the liquor store, I'm turnt up I can't feel my face .. so Holla @ Me Boo, Holla @ Me Baby, (x3) I'm Turnt Up, I'm Super Turnt Up (x2) Hey (x3) [Song Fades:]

Chris Brown

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