Stranger Things - Chris Brown & Joyner Lucas

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Bottles in a bucket full of ice (yeah)
Better make room, vroom, hear the Lambo (celebrate)
B_tch, better believe that I'm a sniper (yeah)
You know I'm 'bout to take you from your man though (celebrate)
Pop up with the chopper at artificial n_ggas actin' like b_tches
It done started up a epidemic
It don't make a difference, n_gga we winnin', I'm plenty grinnin'
Hundred million platinum, f_ck it, you ain't gotta listen (celebrate)
You better step down to me
Feel the d_ck, b_tch, open up your mouth for me
Now choke, talk to the d_ck, 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
Think I'm gon' dance on the moon like Michael (elevate)

[Verse 2: Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown]
While I'm drivin', I'm moonwalkin' in the sky with some shooters
We jump inside of the Buick, you duck and hide from the Rugers
A couple choppers, acoustic in the guitar with 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 supper time in 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-t-t-t-t-t
Walk in the trap like a boss, ooh
Ho, 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_ggas sweet as candy, chocolate chip and Now and Later
Jolly Rancher, stick to bubblegum and watermelon flavored
Get the paper, I'ma (celebrate) on the corner
Heard you n_ggas 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_ggas (elevate)
All you new n_ggas 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_ggas tried grabbin' me (grabbin' me)
Five foot five, boy, you n_ggas 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 out to Applebee's (Applebee's)
Give her long d_ck and a strawberry daiquiri

[Verse 3: Chris Brown & Joyner Lucas]
Order Cheesecake Factory, bubblin', why you mumblin'?
What you utter? Stop stutterin', what you spend? Let me double it
Lime green 'Rari, two twins, call 'em double mints
If all you p_ssy n_ggas my kids, I'm in trouble then
Shut up before I smack you for actin' up
Now I'm wakin' up in cabanas, 'cause b_tches bad as f_ck
And all gorillas don't want bananas 'less your chain is tucked
You wiggity-wack with the strap, you cross Chris, 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_gga 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 report it (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_ggas
Hol' up, I ain't gotta pay to kill these n_ggas
Time is money, need to f_ck around and bill these n_ggas
Vet, so I'm finna good will these n_ggas (celebrate)
I'ma drill these n_ggas, I should grill these n_ggas
Take flex, Fresh Prince, Uncle Phil these n_ggas
Oh sh_t, I'm the sh_t, you could smell me, n_gga
Break ribs, yeah, you don't want no real beef, n_gga
I say As-salamu ʿalaykum when I tear apart some bacon
Hoe, you actin' like a pig, you f_ckin' filthy, n_gga
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_gga"

[Verse 4: Joyner Lucas, Chris Brown & Both]
They must have forgot that I'm psycho (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_gga that I know
And I'm so bored, I might switch cars
I saved a lotta money on Geico (jheeze)
And neighbors knockin' on my door, what the f_ck you want?
B_tch, I'm alright (jheeze)
Listen, n_gga, mind your business, I'm so sick of n_ggas
Tellin' me how I been livin' my life (Joyner)
Sick of bumpin' shoulders now I'm runnin' over
Every motherf_cker who ain't wanna get in my ride
I was watchin', you was shoppin'
Ain't never had the sh_t in my size
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_ssy
You know I don't keep my cape on a hoodie
But I keep a Uzi, it's a doozie, make a movie if you're actin'
So (celebrate)

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