(Jahlil Beats, holla at me)
Yeah
Leggo
It's what they wanted right?
Black shades, dark tint
Your girl, nigga, I get it in
Stick shiftin', switchin' and burnin' out in the Benz
Wood grippin', kissin' all of they model friends
Mr. Dolo (Dolo), with a bunch of freaks
And you know they get the party bouncin' like a pogo
I'm in slow-mo
But fast forward me to the part where me and your girl underneath the sheets
Just keep your eyes on
Got a whole bunch of niggas behind me wearin' red, Verizon
New money, I get my supersize on
I like a long hair, bad chick, thighs long
Haha, knowin' all the words to my songs
And she f*ckin' every girl that's in my phone
Haha, I'm-I'm-I'm so fly
Flight miles up 'cause I'm so high
Huh, lil' nigga get your cheese up
Black Ice on my neck, make you freeze up
Oh, you worried 'bout me? Go figure
I ain't sweatin' it, f*ck them old niggas
Lambo', Range Rove', with my pants low
I got the audience clappin' like a backboard
She put her hands up and then I stand up
And get to workin' on the pole like a dancer
I double up, I call it double Dutch
Two girls at the same time, what the f*ck?
Rabbit foot in the air 'cause my luck is up
Bring the first aid out 'cause I'm cuttin' up
Bang, bang, now that's some G shit
No chain gang, like I'm really on some free shit
They jaw dropped, I'm leavin' niggas speechless
World premiere, get a sneak peek, bitch
I'm great, today is a new day
F*ckin' with me, do the moonwalk on your face
No games, I'm oh, so serious
And y'all niggas straight pussy, period
They say a singer can't rap, I ain't hearin' it
'Cause after these couple songs, I been killin' shit
Oh, no, niggas sayin' I'm loco
But they Pinocchio niggas, watch they nose grow
It's Young Money, shouts out my nigga Tyga too
They on their first mixtape, I'm on volume two
Turn me up, I'll show you what a tiger do
And I'ma rip this beat up like lion food
Louis luggage and the case for the passport
I don't buy shit, nigga, I ask for it
I'm the freshest, I'm the best
I suggest that I get it off my motherf*ckin' chest, Breezy
Chris Brown and Tyga - 48 Bar Rap Lyrics
Chris Brown and Tyga - 48 Bar Rap Lyrics
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(Jahlil Beats, holla at me)
Yeah
Leggo
It's what they wanted right?
Black shades, dark tint
Your girl, nigga, I get it in
Stick shiftin', switchin' and burnin' out in the Benz
Wood grippin', kissin' all of they model friends
Mr. Dolo (Dolo), with a bunch of freaks
And you know they get the party bouncin' like a pogo
I'm in slow-mo
But fast forward me to the part where me and your girl underneath the sheets
Just keep your eyes on
Got a whole bunch of niggas behind me wearin' red, Verizon
New money, I get my supersize on
I like a long hair, bad chick, thighs long
Haha, knowin' all the words to my songs
And she f*ckin' every girl that's in my phone
Haha, I'm-I'm-I'm so fly
Flight miles up 'cause I'm so high
Huh, lil' nigga get your cheese up
Black Ice on my neck, make you freeze up
Oh, you worried 'bout me? Go figure
I ain't sweatin' it, f*ck them old niggas
Lambo', Range Rove', with my pants low
I got the audience clappin' like a backboard
She put her hands up and then I stand up
And get to workin' on the pole like a dancer
I double up, I call it double Dutch
Two girls at the same time, what the f*ck?
Rabbit foot in the air 'cause my luck is up
Bring the first aid out 'cause I'm cuttin' up
Bang, bang, now that's some G shit
No chain gang, like I'm really on some free shit
They jaw dropped, I'm leavin' niggas speechless
World premiere, get a sneak peek, bitch
I'm great, today is a new day
F*ckin' with me, do the moonwalk on your face
No games, I'm oh, so serious
And y'all niggas straight pussy, period
They say a singer can't rap, I ain't hearin' it
'Cause after these couple songs, I been killin' shit
Oh, no, niggas sayin' I'm loco
But they Pinocchio niggas, watch they nose grow
It's Young Money, shouts out my nigga Tyga too
They on their first mixtape, I'm on volume two
Turn me up, I'll show you what a tiger do
And I'ma rip this beat up like lion food
Louis luggage and the case for the passport
I don't buy shit, nigga, I ask for it
I'm the freshest, I'm the best
I suggest that I get it off my motherf*ckin' chest, Breezy
Yeah
Leggo
It's what they wanted right?
Black shades, dark tint
Your girl, nigga, I get it in
Stick shiftin', switchin' and burnin' out in the Benz
Wood grippin', kissin' all of they model friends
Mr. Dolo (Dolo), with a bunch of freaks
And you know they get the party bouncin' like a pogo
I'm in slow-mo
But fast forward me to the part where me and your girl underneath the sheets
Just keep your eyes on
Got a whole bunch of niggas behind me wearin' red, Verizon
New money, I get my supersize on
I like a long hair, bad chick, thighs long
Haha, knowin' all the words to my songs
And she f*ckin' every girl that's in my phone
Haha, I'm-I'm-I'm so fly
Flight miles up 'cause I'm so high
Huh, lil' nigga get your cheese up
Black Ice on my neck, make you freeze up
Oh, you worried 'bout me? Go figure
I ain't sweatin' it, f*ck them old niggas
Lambo', Range Rove', with my pants low
I got the audience clappin' like a backboard
She put her hands up and then I stand up
And get to workin' on the pole like a dancer
I double up, I call it double Dutch
Two girls at the same time, what the f*ck?
Rabbit foot in the air 'cause my luck is up
Bring the first aid out 'cause I'm cuttin' up
Bang, bang, now that's some G shit
No chain gang, like I'm really on some free shit
They jaw dropped, I'm leavin' niggas speechless
World premiere, get a sneak peek, bitch
I'm great, today is a new day
F*ckin' with me, do the moonwalk on your face
No games, I'm oh, so serious
And y'all niggas straight pussy, period
They say a singer can't rap, I ain't hearin' it
'Cause after these couple songs, I been killin' shit
Oh, no, niggas sayin' I'm loco
But they Pinocchio niggas, watch they nose grow
It's Young Money, shouts out my nigga Tyga too
They on their first mixtape, I'm on volume two
Turn me up, I'll show you what a tiger do
And I'ma rip this beat up like lion food
Louis luggage and the case for the passport
I don't buy shit, nigga, I ask for it
I'm the freshest, I'm the best
I suggest that I get it off my motherf*ckin' chest, Breezy
Writer: Christopher Maurice Brown, Orlando Jahlil Tucker
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Performed By: Chris Brown and Tyga
Language: English
Length: 2:33
Written by: Christopher Maurice Brown, Orlando Jahlil Tucker