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lirik lagu chris brown & tyga - holla at me

[intro]
jahlil beats, holla at me

[verse 1: chris brown]
uh, boom, boom, we ballin’ in the room
sweepin’ up my compet-tion, call me mr. broom
knockin’ n-ggas over, call me bulldozer
one more drink for these bi—-, then it’s over
’cause i’ma strike that somethin’ 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
ha, n-gga, look at my jewels
aviator shades, i ain’t lookin’ at you
achoo, bless me twice
ill rich n-gga, i be sh—–‘ on your life (ha)
magazine covers, magneem rubbers
i mean magnum, i don’t f-ck with stragglers
n-ggas want drama, gangsta grillz b-st-rds
did you check the caption? lights camera, action

[chorus: chris brown]
holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (yeah)
holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (yeah)
holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (yeah)
i’m turnt up, i’m super turnt up
holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (yeah)
holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (yeah)
holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (yeah)
i’m turnt up, i’m super turnt up

[verse 2: chris brown]
a n-gga beep beep and shawty toot, toot
blowin’ out there brains, car need a new roof
lookin’ like a superstar when i roll through
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 f—–‘ with them a-listin’ models
now let’s get it like
low fitted, if you done it, then i did it
if you kick it, then i’m with it
we can do this ish all night
your limit don’t compare to my limit
when i’m in it and i get it
i’ma give it to you all night
i’m the sh–, ha, yeah, i go hard
don’t stand in lines, n-gga, i bogart
bad boy celebrity ’cause i’m so large
and don’t need no battery ’cause i’m in charge

[verse 3: tyga]
ha, i’m hot motherf-cker, get a plate, b-tch
don’t say sh-t (uh), get your face-lift
rosé b-tch, let the champagne drip
n-ggas swag jack but this l.a. sh-t (uh)
get it back, give it back ain’t ’bout sh-t
snapback, them ain’t even rare, where the tag at?
oh, wack-ss all up in my ear, b-tch, back back
i bag bad b-tches, motherf-ck a kat stacks, haha
yellow n-gga, no cabs (no cabs)
got the phantom out, uh, no mask (no mask)
get your camera out, uh, one flash
hot beams steady shot, cl-cl-clap your -ss
uh, t raw, i’m so uh
locs on, chucks low, black beanie dog
patrón top wash straight from the liquor store
i’m turnt up (turnt up), i can’t feel my face so…

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