Stranger Things Lyrics – Chris Brown, Joyner Lucas
Singer: Chris Brown, Joyner Lucas
Title: Stranger Things
Bottles and a bucket full of ice (yeah)
Better make room, vroom hear the Lambo (celebrate)
b#tch better believe that I’ma sniper (yeah)
You know I’m ’bout to take you from your man though (celebrate)
Pop up with the chopper and artificial n#gg#s actin’ like b#tches, it done started up a epidemic
It don’t make a difference, n#gg#, we winnin’, I’m plenty grinnin’
A hundred million platinum, f#ck it, you ain’t gotta listen (celebrate)
You better step down to me, feel the dick, b#tch, open up your mouth for me
Now choke, talk to the dick honestly
I’m dope, b#tch, comin’ like Eenie Meenie Miney Mo (celebrate)
I don’t like when I lose (I don’t), if I don’t buy her them shoes, I don’t like those (regulate)
Do anything that I want to it, think I’m gon’ dance on the moon like Michael (elevate)
While I’m drivin’, I’m moonwalking in the sky
With some shooters, we jump inside of the Buick
You duck and hide from the Rugers
A couple choppers, acoustic and the guitar
When the music, guess I’m alive and I use it
Get stuck inside of the cubics
I never lie but the truth is
I’m f#ckin’ tired of these losers
And all my life want the food
When it’s summertime and the juice
But I’d rather die than to lose
It’s a matter of time ‘fore I lose it
And strategize with the movement
Walk in the trap like a boss, ooh
Hoe, you know I’m drippin’ with the sauce, ooh
Pretty with a face full of scars, all they did was build me up
Try to take me apart, they ain’t never wanna (celebrate)
Like you have a label, call the doctor
Heard the chopper make ’em do the macarena
All you n#gg#s sweet as candy
Chocolate chip and I relate to Jolly Ranchers
Stick to bubblegum and watermelon flavored
Get the paper, I’ma (celebrate)
On the corner
Heard you n#gg#s got the juice, but I got Corona
Got a little Spanish b#tch, I call her maricona
Joyner Lucas, b#tch, I’m hotter than a f#ckin’ sauna
Yeah, I make you n#gg#s (elevate)
All you new n#gg#s don’t do it for me, look (woah)
b#tch, I’m the professor, you a student to me, woah
Designer shades on, like you cooler than me, wait (ayy)
All we do is win, you a loser to me
Rappers wanna talk about battle me (Joyner)
You can’t give me neck with a mouth full of cavities
Bunch of lil n#gg#s tried grabbin’ me (grabbin’ me)
Five foot five, boy, you n#gg#s like half of me
You don’t wanna see the other side of me (yeah)
Hard to make ’em happy, all these b#tches stay mad at me
I just might take her ’round to Applebee’s (Applebee’s)
Give her long dick and a strawberry daiquiri
Order Cheesecake Factory, bubblin’, why you mumblin’?
Watch you utter, stop stutterin’, what you spend? Let me double it
Lime green ‘rari, two twins, call ’em double mints
If all you p#ss# n#gg#s my kids are in trouble then
Shut up before I spank you for actin’ up
Now I’m wakin’ up in cabanas ’cause she bad as f#ck
And all gorillas don’t want bananas ‘less your chain is tucked
You wiggity-wack with the strap, you cross-criss, make you jump
I criss-cross with the pump, ain’t no bricks in the trunk
Leave that sh#t for the chumps, I still get what I want
Don’t wanna believe in my mind, but you believe in my dump
I’m takin’ a knee for my side, could give a f#ck ’bout they owners
n#gg#, look at my eyes, you ’bout to give me my bonus
And every motherf#ckin’ record, that’s a hit, I record it (celebrate)
And every motherf#ckin’ snitch up in this b#tch, they reported (celebrate)
You paid your way for this fade and can’t even afford it
Seventy-five mil’, look at me now (celebrate)
And all these bad b#tches can’t keep their feet down (elevate)
You don’t really wanna see Brown
Need to stop all that sh#t, talkin’ put the seat down
Joyner, I don’t really feel these n#gg#s
Hol’ up, I ain’t gotta pay to kill these n#gg#s
Time is money, need to f#ck around and bill these n#gg#s
Vet, so I’m finna good will these n#gg#s (celebrate)
I’ma kill these n#gg#s, I should grill these n#gg#s
Take flex, Fresh Prince, Uncle Phil these n#gg#s
Oh sh#t, I’m the sh#t, you could smell me, n#gg#
Break ribs, yeah, you don’t want no real beef, n#gg#
I say As-salāmu ʿalaykum when I tear apart some bacon
Hoe, you actin’ like a pig, you f#ckin’ filthy, n#gg#
Now the police tryna lock me in the prison, said I’m guilty
I said da da da da da, come and kill me, n#gg#
They must have forgot that I’m pyscho (jheeze)
Oh, you want war? Say no more
Turn your f#ckin’ block into a light show (Joyner)
You better be sure, better be sure
I’m the realest n#gg#, that I know
And I’m so bored, I might switch cars
Save a lotta money on Geico (jheeze)
And neighbors knockin’ on my door, what the f#ck you want?
b#tch, I’m Irak (jheeze)
Listen, n#gg#, mind your business
I’m so sick of n#gg#s tellin’ me how I’ve been livin’ my life
Sick of rubbin’ shoulders, now I’m runnin’ over every m#th*rf#ck*r who ain’t wanna get in my ride
I was watchin’, you was shoppin’
Ain’t never had the sh#t in my side
Now I’m poppin’, I’m poppin’, and your b#tch keep hittin’ my line
It’s complicated, f#ckin’ up with my main b#tch
Givin’ it to the side b#tch at the same damn time
Puttin’ my face in it, never wastin’ it
I’ma lay in it, hit it, hit it one more time
And then I’ma proceed and play with the p#ss#
You know I don’t keep my cape on a hoodie
But I give a Uzi, it’s a doozie, make a movie if you’re actin’, so (celebrate)Bottles and a bucket full of ice (yeah)
Better make room, vroom hear the Lambo (celebrate)
b#tch better believe that I’ma sniper (yeah)
You know I’m ’bout to take you from your man though (celebrate)
Pop up with the chopper and artificial n#gg#s actin’ like b#tches, it done started up a epidemic
It don’t make a difference, n#gg#, we winnin’, I’m plenty grinnin’
A hundred million platinum, f#ck it, you ain’t gotta listen (celebrate)
You better step down to me, feel the dick, b#tch, open up your mouth for me
Now choke, talk to the dick honestly
I’m dope, b#tch, comin’ like Eenie Meenie Miney Mo (celebrate)
I don’t like when I lose (I don’t), if I don’t buy her them shoes, I don’t like those (regulate)
Do anything that I want to it, think I’m gon’ dance on the moon like Michael (elevate)
While I’m drivin’, I’m moonwalking in the sky
With some shooters, we jump inside of the Buick
You duck and hide from the Rugers
A couple choppers, acoustic and the guitar
When the music, guess I’m alive and I use it
Get stuck inside of the cubics
I never lie but the truth is
I’m f#ckin’ tired of these losers
And all my life want the food
When it’s summertime and the juice
But I’d rather die than to lose
It’s a matter of time ‘fore I lose it
And strategize with the movement
Walk in the trap like a boss, ooh
Hoe, you know I’m drippin’ with the sauce, ooh
Pretty with a face full of scars, all they did was build me up
Try to take me apart, they ain’t never wanna (celebrate)
Like you have a label, call the doctor
Heard the chopper make ’em do the macarena
All you n#gg#s sweet as candy
Chocolate chip and I relate to Jolly Ranchers
Stick to bubblegum and watermelon flavored
Get the paper, I’ma (celebrate)
On the corner
Heard you n#gg#s got the juice, but I got Corona
Got a little Spanish b#tch, I call her maricona
Joyner Lucas, b#tch, I’m hotter than a f#ckin’ sauna
Yeah, I make you n#gg#s (elevate)
All you new n#gg#s don’t do it for me, look (woah)
b#tch, I’m the professor, you a student to me, woah
Designer shades on, like you cooler than me, wait (ayy)
All we do is win, you a loser to me
Rappers wanna talk about battle me (Joyner)
You can’t give me neck with a mouth full of cavities
Bunch of lil n#gg#s tried grabbin’ me (grabbin’ me)
Five foot five, boy, you n#gg#s like half of me
You don’t wanna see the other side of me (yeah)
Hard to make ’em happy, all these b#tches stay mad at me
I just might take her ’round to Applebee’s (Applebee’s)
Give her long dick and a strawberry daiquiri
Order Cheesecake Factory, bubblin’, why you mumblin’?
Watch you utter, stop stutterin’, what you spend? Let me double it
Lime green ‘rari, two twins, call ’em double mints
If all you p#ss# n#gg#s my kids are in trouble then
Shut up before I spank you for actin’ up
Now I’m wakin’ up in cabanas ’cause she bad as f#ck
And all gorillas don’t want bananas ‘less your chain is tucked
You wiggity-wack with the strap, you cross-criss, make you jump
I criss-cross with the pump, ain’t no bricks in the trunk
Leave that sh#t for the chumps, I still get what I want
Don’t wanna believe in my mind, but you believe in my dump
I’m takin’ a knee for my side, could give a f#ck ’bout they owners
n#gg#, look at my eyes, you ’bout to give me my bonus
And every motherf#ckin’ record, that’s a hit, I record it (celebrate)
And every motherf#ckin’ snitch up in this b#tch, they reported (celebrate)
You paid your way for this fade and can’t even afford it
Seventy-five mil’, look at me now (celebrate)
And all these bad b#tches can’t keep their feet down (elevate)
You don’t really wanna see Brown
Need to stop all that sh#t, talkin’ put the seat down
Joyner, I don’t really feel these n#gg#s
Hol’ up, I ain’t gotta pay to kill these n#gg#s
Time is money, need to f#ck around and bill these n#gg#s
Vet, so I’m finna good will these n#gg#s (celebrate)
I’ma kill these n#gg#s, I should grill these n#gg#s
Take flex, Fresh Prince, Uncle Phil these n#gg#s
Oh sh#t, I’m the sh#t, you could smell me, n#gg#
Break ribs, yeah, you don’t want no real beef, n#gg#
I say As-salāmu ʿalaykum when I tear apart some bacon
Hoe, you actin’ like a pig, you f#ckin’ filthy, n#gg#
Now the police tryna lock me in the prison, said I’m guilty
I said da da da da da, come and kill me, n#gg#
They must have forgot that I’m pyscho (jheeze)
Oh, you want war? Say no more
Turn your f#ckin’ block into a light show (Joyner)
You better be sure, better be sure
I’m the realest n#gg#, that I know
And I’m so bored, I might switch cars
Save a lotta money on Geico (jheeze)
And neighbors knockin’ on my door, what the f#ck you want?
b#tch, I’m Irak (jheeze)
Listen, n#gg#, mind your business
I’m so sick of n#gg#s tellin’ me how I’ve been livin’ my life
Sick of rubbin’ shoulders, now I’m runnin’ over every m#th*rf#ck*r who ain’t wanna get in my ride
I was watchin’, you was shoppin’
Ain’t never had the sh#t in my side
Now I’m poppin’, I’m poppin’, and your b#tch keep hittin’ my line
It’s complicated, f#ckin’ up with my main b#tch
Givin’ it to the side b#tch at the same damn time
Puttin’ my face in it, never wastin’ it
I’ma lay in it, hit it, hit it one more time
And then I’ma proceed and play with the p#ss#
You know I don’t keep my cape on a hoodie
But I give a Uzi, it’s a doozie, make a movie if you’re actin’, so (celebrate)
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