Shit God Damn Lyrics – Chris Brown
Singer: Chris Brown
Title: Shit God Damn
I do it, BIG
I’m in my zone, baby
Sean Don (Oh)
C Breezy (Oh, look)
Boing
I got ’em like sh#t, g#dd#mn
And the club’s jumpin’, let the party begin
I got ’em like (Oh) sh#t, g#dd#mn
V.I.P., that’s our section (DJ Babey Drew)
I got ’em like sh#t, g#dd#mn
And shawty, you can bring all your friends (Boing, boing, boing)
We got ’em like (I do it), sh#t, g#dd#mn
We got ’em like (I do it), sh#t, g#dd#mn, g#dd#mn, g#dd#mn
Got the chauffeur just to open the doors (What? What?)
I’m fly (Ha ha, I’m fly), and I know it (I know it), oh-whoa (Her too)
You make me yodel-le-he-hoo
‘Cause you bad, yes, I know it (Boing, boing, boing, boing)
Girl, you got that fire, need to break me off
Get closer to my bed, then you take it off
And I’m the flyest n#gg# in here, knock it off (Oh-oh)
See me and Sean came for the ladies (Came for the ladies)
It’s about to get crazy (It’s about to get crazy), in here
And there’s a line around the block
All the single ladies, you’ll be taken by me
I got ’em like sh#t, g#dd#mn
And the club’s jumpin’, let the party begin
I got ’em like (Oh) sh#t, g#dd#mn, g#dd#mn
V.I.P., that’s our section (Woo)
I got ’em like sh#t, g#dd#mn
And shawty, you can bring all your friends (Boing, boing, boing)
We got ’em like (I do it), sh#t, g#dd#mn (BIG)
We got ’em like (I do it), sh#t, g#dd#mn, g#dd#mn, g#dd#mn
(That b#tch is so nasty)
Now I got a hundred thousand dollars and girls (What? What?)
Both legal (Ha ha)
Patrón chillin’ on rocks like the bald eagle (I do it)
Ooh, it’s about to get drastic (Yeah)
#ss is like the number one draft pick (Boing)
I does this sh#t historically
No wonder why they recorded me (Boing, boing)
I’m important as these imported drinks that they p-pour for me (Boing, boing, ha)
Your wifey is a wh#re to me
I break her, break her off then send her back like she got a warranty (I do it)
Bust it open, girl, let me see somethin’ (Somethin’)
Her and her friend ask what time it is, 3-somethin’, duh (Duh)
It’s just me and C Breezy (Breezy)
Life’s a b#tch ’cause a ho is too easy
I’m blowin’ oh-oh-oh-oh
Smokin’ loudly, boy
Just blew four Os, I’m outty, boy
I got this sh#t so cloudy, boy (Look)
All these hoes up in my truck, that sh#t look like a lobby, boy (Boing, boing, boing)
But you don’t, you don’t, you don’t know nothing ’bout that, boy
I got ’em like sh#t, g#dd#mn (Ha ha, do ya?)
And the club’s jumpin’, let the party begin
I got ’em like (Oh) sh#t, g#dd#mn, g#dd#mn
V.I.P., that’s our section (Woo)
I got ’em like sh#t, g#dd#mn
And shawty, you can bring all your friends (Boing, boing, boing)
We got ’em like (I do it), sh#t, g#dd#mn
We got ’em like (I do it, oh), sh#t, g#dd#mn, g#dd#mn, g#dd#mn
Shorty, cut it out
You know you like when we talk that shit
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