BookRix

heyy.tnx for the acceptence

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
All these bitches is my sons
And I'mma go and get some bibs for 'em
A couple formulas, little pretty lids on 'em
If I had a dick, I would pull it out and piss on 'em
Let me shake it off
I just signed a couple deals I might break you off
And we ain't making up I don't need a mediator
Just let them bums blow steam - radiator

[Intro: Omarion & Chris Brown]
Omarion (Breezy)
And yo chick, yo chick
(Mustard on the beat, ho)

[Hook: Omarion]
If your chick come close to me
She ain't going home when she post to be
I'm getting money like I'm post to be
I'm getting money like I'm post to be
Ooh, all my niggas close to me
And all them other niggas where they post to be
Ooh, the hoes go for me
Have your chick send a pic like pose for me
Ooh, that's how it post to be
Ooh, that's how it post to be
Ooh, that's how it post to be
Everything good like it post to be

[Verse 1: Omarion]
Pull up to the club and it go up
Make your girl fall in love when I show up
It's not my fault she want to know me
She told me you was just a homie
She came down like she knew me
Gave it up like a groupie
And that's facts, no printer
Cold nigga turn the summer to the winter
She saved me in her phone as "Bestie"
But I had her screaming "ohhh"
Yo girl wasn't supposed to text me
You want to know how I know what I know?

[Hook: Omarion]

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Got your girl in my section finna blow up
A nigga smoking loud, I'm about to roll up
She ain't never got high like this with a guy like this
When she pop tell her hol' up
Better believe she gone leave with a real nigga
I dick her down can't put it down like I do
I get to bussin' no discussin', gotta deal with it
Team us, we ain't worried about you
Murder she wrote
When I hit it I'mma kill it I'mma get it like
Murder she wrote
You want to know how I know what I know?

[Verse 3: Jhene Aiko]
If your dude come close to me
He gon' want to ride off in a ghost with me (I'll make him do it)
I might let your boy chauffeur me
But he gotta eat the booty like groceries
But he gotta get rid of these hoes from me
I might have that nigga sailing his soul for me
Oooh, that's how it post to be
If he wants me to expose the freak
Oooh, that's how it post to be
Oooh, that's how it post to be
Oooh, that's how it post to be
Everything good like it post to be

[Hook: Omarion & Chris Brown]

[Bridge: Chris Brown & Omarion]
She 'bout to ride with me
And I don't even know her name
But I know that she your girl
She chose up, are you mad or nah?
Bruh don't be mad about it, these chicks be for everybody

[Outro: Omarion, Chris Brown & Jhene Aiko]
Omarion (C. Breezy!)
(I'll make him do it, I'll make him do it)

One time for my LA sisters
One time for my LA hoes
Lame niggas can't tell the difference
One time for a nigga who knows

I remember you was conflicted
Misusing your influence
Sometimes I did the same
Abusing my power full of resentment
Resentment that turned into a deep depression
Found myself screaming in a hotel room
I didn't want to self-destruct
The evils of Lucy was all around me
So I went running for answers
Until I came home
But that didn't stop survivors guilt
Going back and forth
Trying to convince my self the stripes I earned
Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was
But while my loved ones was fighting
A continuous war back in the city
I was entering a new one