Chris Brown

[fox69]

"Love Rocket"

"Love Rocket"


I'm fly in the sky,
Outer space our satellites
Wanna take a, a little ride
On your rocket yeah yeah your rocket

Heading for the milky way a big surprise,
Looking for the sugar rush I,
Are you the guy?
Delighted, if was invited.
So tell me how bout it yeah

Definition of a freak yeah,
Lets do something crazy yeah,
I want you and you want meeee
And i don't need

[Chorus]
Your chain your bling
It don't mean shit to me
Just keep your money in your pocket
Everything up in here out
No fake I.D
Just keep it real with me
You know you want me
Boy just stop it
Let me hop on your love rocket
nooooooooow
Let me hop on your love rocket
nooooooooow
Let me hop on your love rocket

How do, I say to you
That you are my one and only
Never leave me lonely
Put your body on me
And hold me close yeah
Lets take off to a place we never been
And make love all night till the morning

Me girls tell me get him now
Me have to catch him now
Me say me want to see you comfortable anything to make you smile

And make you smile
And make you smile
I said me want to see you comfortable and make you smile
And make you smile
And make you smile
But I don't need to much

[Chorus]
Your chain your bling
It don't mean shit to me
Just keep your money in your pocket
Everything up in here I own it
No fake I.D
Just keep it real with me
You know you want me
Boy just stop it
Let me hop on your love rocket
nooooooooow
Let me hop on your love rocket
nooooooooow
Let me hop on your love rocket
Oooooh Oooooh
Whooooa Whoooa
Wadada dang
Wadadadada dang
Wadada dang
Da dang dang dang

Me have to see-E
Me have to see us go up
Me have to see-E
Me have to see us go up
Our rocket ship go up
Our rocket ship go up
Our rocket ship go up yeah

Love the rocket love love the rocket
Love the rocket love love the rocket
Love the rocket love love the rocket

Love, love
Love, love (yeeaaah)

[Chorus]
Your chain, your bling
It don't mean shit to me
Just keep your money in your pocket
Everything up in here I own it
No fake I.D
Just keep it real with me
You know you want me
Boy just stop it
Let me hop on your love rocket
noooooow
Let me hop on your love rocket
noooooow
Let me hop on your love rocket

Your chain, your bling
It don't mean shit to me
Just keep your money in your pocket
Everything up in here I own it
No fake I.D
Just keep it real with me
You know you want me
Boy just stop it
Let me hop on your love rocket
noooooow
Let me hop on your love rocket
noooooow
Let me hop on your love rocket

 

[fox69]

"Love The Girls"
(feat. Game)

"Love The Girls"
(feat. Game)



[Verse 1:]
What you lookin for baby, I know why you want love in the middle of the night
Don't be looking all scary
When you've been looking for this for long long time
Come on over here baby
You can love me in the dark, you can love me in the light
Your friends lookin' all crazy, 'cause you goin' home with me and they left behind
They can come to baby
What's yours is mines as long as they're fine,
All them girls I can't help it
Tell them one at a time and they all ask WHY?

[Chorus x4:]
Me love me, me love me, AYE!
Me love me, love me, love me, love me GIRLS
She lookin for them real ones.

[Verse 2:]
You can call me your daddy, I'll be your lover or whatever you like
Girl, let me look at it,
Don't you make me have to ask twice
'Cause I'm up in your city, and I'm only in town for one more night
You ain't the only one here baby, so many girls in line going crazy outside
LET'S GO!!

[Chorus x4:]
Me love me, me love me, AYE!
Me love me, love me, love me, love me GIRLS
She lookin for them real ones.

[Game:]
Take the roof off the asten, pull the top off the bellview
And we can do whatever you tell me, you smell me?
John V. Cologne on yachts out in Colombo
When I'm home I'm Rambo, Sylvester Stallone
And she know that, picture us like Kodak
Red vines, red wine, listenin to Bobby Womack
And its a throwback
Me and CB, tell'em to hold that
And if you see a couple dimes show'em where the boat at!

[Chorus x4:]
Me love me, me love me, AYE!
Me love me, love me, love me, love me GIRLS
She lookin for them real ones.

HEY!
OH!
AAH!
Me love me girls..
Yeah you love me girl..
I said you love me girl..
And I love you girl..
YEAH!!

 

[fox69]

"Loyal"
(feat. Lil Wayne, Tyga)

"Loyal"
(feat. Lil Wayne, Tyga)



[Intro — Lil Wayne & Chris Brown:]
Young mula, baby (let me see)!
Ha ha, you thought it was over?
(let me see)

[Verse 1 — Lil Wayne:]
I wasn't born last night
I know these hoes ain't right
But you was blowing up her phone last night
But she ain't have her ringer nor her ring on last night, oh
Nigga, that's that nerve
Why give a bitch your heart
When she rather have a purse?
Why give a bitch your inch
When she rather have nine?
You know how the game goes
She be mine by half time, I'm the shit, oh
Nigga, that's that nerve
You all about her, and she all about hers
Birdman Junior in this bitch, no flamingos
And I done did everything but trust these hoes
(CB fuck with me!)

[Hook — Chris Brown:]
When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya
These hoes ain't loyal
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

[Bridge — Chris Brown:]
Just got rich
Took a broke nigga's bitch
I can make a broke bitch rich
But I don't fuck with broke bitches

[Verse 2 — Chris Brown:]
Got a white girl with some fake titties
I took her to The Bay with me
Eyes closed smoking marijuana
Rolling up that Bob Marley, I'm a rasta
She wanna do drugs, smoke weed, get drunk
She wanna see a nigga trap
She wanna fuck all the rappers

[Hook]

[Verse 3 — Chris Brown:]
Black girl with a big booty
If she a bad bitch, let's get to it (right away)
We up in this club
Bring me the bottles
I know, girl, that you came in this bitch with your man
That's a no-no, girl
All this money in the air
I wanna see you dance

[Bridge]

[Hook]

[Verse 4 — Tyga:]
Uh
Rich young nigga
Name got bigger and my change got bigger
So my chains got bigger
Ferrari, Jaguar, switching four lanes
With the top down screaming out, "Money ain't a thing!"
Ha, me and CB in the bay with her
I send her back home so you can lay with her
Okay, let's talk about this ice that I'm carrying
All these karats like I'm a fucking vegetarian
Shout-out Weezy F., keep a red bone wet
Rose Rolex, hoes on deck
She know I got a cheque
Do it too good when she ride that dick
Man I wouldn't trust that bitch
No!

[Verse 5 — Chris Brown:]
Come on, come on, girl
Why you fronting?
Baby, show me something
When I call her, she gon' leave
And I bet that bottom dollar she gon' cheat
Come on, come on, girl
Why you fronting?
Baby, show me something
You just spent your bread on her
And it's all for nothing

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Loyal (DJ Tedsmooth Remix)"
(feat. The LOX)

"Loyal (DJ Tedsmooth Remix)"
(feat. The LOX)



Who y'all talkin to man?

[Sheek Louch (Chris Brown) {DJ Tedsmooth}]
Uh Uh! L.O.X. (Yeah! Let me see!)
You know we had to do this right? REMIX! {TED SMOOTH! STRAIGHT FACE! U REMEMBER!!!}

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch {Chris Brown}]
Hey! Feelin like I just got signed (Yeah!)
Feelin like these hoes all mine
Ha! But I know they ain’t loyal (Uh Uh)
If I leave ‘em out too long they’ll spoil {Ohhh}
Oh-Oh-Oh! I can tell she want a though though (Ha!)
Burner on me mad ice in my hublot
WOO! Had to take her to my other crib
Never bring her ‘round where my baby live
Pop bottles get a dutch let’s burn up
Fuck a movie all she wanna do is turn up (Turn up)
She just wanna come to my shows
I’d done did everything but trust these hoes

[Chorus: Chris Brown {Sheek Louch}]
When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (ohhh)
These hoes ain't loyal... (I got a story to tell) {REMIX} (whoooa)
Those hoes ain't loyal...

[Verse 2: Styles P {Chris Brown}]
Let the pound cake and the clear wax oil you (haha)
Used to sling girl out aluminum foil
Got your bitch out like she just got boiled (ha!)
Man she want me to play with her
I just lit up a J with her {yeah}
Now she want me to stay with her
Better have four other bitches to lay with her (better)
Cause my wife gon' kill me (kill me)
Got five bitches to hit she might feel me {ohhh}
But them hoes ain’t loyal (uh-uh)
Get down and dirty somethin' like soil (nope)
You a rich nigga, they foil you
You a broke nigga won’t call you

[Chorus: Chris Brown {Sheek Louch}]
When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (ohhh)
These hoes ain't loyal... (I got a story to tell) {REMIX} (whoooa)
These hoes ain't loyal... (yea-yeah - let me see)

[Verse 3: Jadakiss {Chris Brown}]
Stayin out night with the ballers
You a creep you get right to the crawlers (Hmmm)
Thought you was in The Heights with Toya (Yup)
You in the shorts then letting niggas dog ya {Ohhh}
And that’s a fact
I took a rich nigga bitch then I passed her back
We just did a couple shots blew half a sack
Think about it all the time ‘cause her ass was fat {Yeah}
Got you open like a kid in the candy store
Or you stay away from it they just hand you more
They don't own that life, you'll understand me more
You just need to know that her pussy can’t be yours
SUCKA!

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Come on, come on, girl - why you frontin'?
Baby show me something
When I call her, she gon' leave
And I bet that bottom dollar she gon' cheat
Come on, come on, girl - why you frontin'?
Baby show me something
You just spent your ring on her
And it's all for nothing (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (I got a story to tell) (ohhh)
These hoes ain't loyal... (whoooa)
These hoes ain't loyal... (yea-yeah - let me see)
When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (ohhh)
These hoes ain't loyal... (whoooa)
These hoes ain't loyal... (yea-yeah - let me see)

[Outro: Chris Brown]
Yeah! Let me see! Yeah! Let me see!
Yeah! Let me see! (Oh these hoes ain’t loyal) Let me see!

 

[fox69]

"Loyal (East Coast Version)"
(feat. Lil Wayne & French Montana)

"Loyal (East Coast Version)"
(feat. Lil Wayne & French Montana)



Young Mula, baby
You thought it was over?

[Verse 1 - Lil' Wayne:]
I wasn't born last night
I know these hoes ain't right
But you was blowing up her phone last night
But she ain't have her ringer nor her ring on last night, oh
Nigga, that's that nerve
Why give a bitch your heart when she'd rather have a purse?
Why give a bitch an inch when she'd rather have nine?
You know how the game goes
She be mine by half time, I'm the shit, oh
Nigga, that's that nerve
You all about her, and she all about hers
Birdman Junior in this bitch, no flamingos
And I done did everything, but trust these hoes
(CB fuck with me!)

[Chris Brown:]
When a rich nigga want ya
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya
These hoes ain't loyal
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

[Verse 2 - Chris Brown:]
Just got rich
Took a broke nigga bitch
I can make a broke bitch rich
But I don't fuck with broke bitches

Got a white girl with some fake titties
I took her to Dubai with me
Eyes closed, smoking marijuana
Rolling up that Bob Marley
I'm a rasta
She wanna do drugs,
Smoke weed, get drunk
She wanna see a nigga trapped
She wanna fuck all the rappers

[Chorus:]
When a rich nigga want you (want you baby)
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (nothing no)
These hoes ain't loyal (no they ain't)
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

[Verse 3 - Chris Brown:]
Black girl with a big booty
If she a bad bitch, let's get to it right away
We up in this club
Bring me the bottles
I know girl, that you came in this bitch with your man
That's a no no girl
All this money in the air
I wanna see you dance

Just got rich
Took a broke nigga bitch
I can make a broke bitch rich
But I don't fuck with broke bitches

[Chorus:]
When a rich nigga want you (want you baby)
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (no, nothing)
These hoes ain't loyal
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

[Verse 4 - French Montana:]
With ciroc in the system
Ain't no telling will I fuck them, will I diss them
That's what they be yelling, I'm a pimp by blood
No relation, I don't chase 'em, I replace 'em
LVs, Hermes, Dolces
Them hoes ain't loyal. Man, they rotate
School me to the game, now I know my duty
Put her in a Lotus
She was riding in a hoopty
Fuck that bitch
I got my own hoe
Fuck your weed
I got my own smoke
Had to put my mink back on
Tell that bitch
Put a ring back on
Montana

[Chris Brown:]
Come on, come on, girl
Why you frontin'?
Baby show me something
When I call her, she gon' leave
And I bet that bottom dollar she gon' cheat
Come on, come on, girl
Why you frontin'?
Baby show me something
You just spent your bread on her
And it's all for nothing

[Chorus:]
When a rich nigga want you (want you baby)
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (can't do nothing for you)
These hoes ain't loyal
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

When a rich nigga want you (want you baby)
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya
These hoes ain't loyal (they be playing games)
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

Yeah, let me see
Yeah-h, let me see
Let me see

These hoes ain't loyal
Let me see

 

[fox69]

"Loyal (West Coast Version)"
(feat. Lil Wayne & Too Short)

"Loyal (West Coast Version)"
(feat. Lil Wayne & Too Short)



[Intro: Lil Wayne & Chris Brown]
YOUNG MULA, BABY!

(Haha, you thought it was over?)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I wasn't born last night
I know these hoes ain’t right
But you was blowing up her phone last night
But she ain’t have her ringer nor her ring on last night, oh
Nigga, that’s that nerve
Why give a bitch your heart
When she rather have a purse?
Why give a bitch your inch
When she rather have nine?
You know how the game goes
She be mine by half time, I’m the shit, oh
Nigga, that’s that nerve
You all about her, and she all about hers
Birdman Junior in this bitch, no flamingos
And I done did everything but trust these hoes
(CB fuck with me!)

[Hook: Chris Brown]
When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya
These hoes ain’t loyal
These hoes ain’t loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Just got rich
Took a broke nigga’s bitch
I can make a broke bitch rich
But I don’t fuck with broke bitches

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Got a white girl with some fake titties
I took her to the bay with me
Eyes closed smoking marijuana
Rolling up that Bob Marley, I’m a rasta
She wanna do drugs, smoke weed, get drunk
She wanna see a nigga trap
She wanna fuck all the rappers

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Black girl with a big booty
If she a bad bitch, let’s get to it (right away)
We up in this club
Bring me the bottles
I know girl, that you came in this bitch with your man
That’s a no-no girl
All this money in the air
I wanna see you dance

[Bridge]

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Too Short]
A nigga fell in love
Turn into a woosy
24-7 he was eating that pussy
But these hoes ain't faithful
A nigga like me will have your bitch on tape though
I been knowing not to trust these hoes
I get bread, get head, and fuck these hoes
In that order
Don't switch it around
Relationships change, it's so different now
No high-school sweetheart
These bitches pimpin'
All these opinions
Women on women
Lickin' them titties
Sex in the city
Hella "Instagram likes" but you ain't pretty
Bitch!

[Verse 5: Chris Brown]
Come on, come on, girl
Why you fronting?
Baby show me something
When I call her, she gon’ leave
And I bet that bottom dollar she gon’ cheat
Come on, come on, girl
Why you fronting?
Baby show me something
You done spent your bread on her
And it’s all for nothing

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Lucky Me"

"Lucky Me"


[Verse 1]
Lights on, stage set.
I guess I gotta put on a show in
'cause everyone's waiting
Females, fly jets
When I turn the radio on
I hear all my songs playing (yeah)
Whatever money can buy
I've probably got it (that's real talk, yeah)
I see my name in the sky all over the world
And I just sit hear saying
Lucky me.

[Chorus]
I've got to pose of the cameras
Even when my world's falling down
I still wear a smile
Lucky me
Even though I'm so damaged
I've got to pick my self
And perform for the crowd
Lucky me
Creating all my loved ones, wannabe a star
'Cause nobody said it'd be so hard
Wouldn't put this on no one else (yeah)
Lucky me.

[Verse 2]
So exclusive
I don't have to wait in a line
It's like the club is mine now
If it was only that simple
Everyone says it easy to do
Well we know, that's not true
Whatever money can buy
I've probably got it (that's real talk, yeah)
I see my name in the sky all over the world
And I just sit hear saying
Lucky me.

[Chorus]
I've got to pose of the cameras
Even when my world's falling down
I still wear a smile
Lucky me
Even though I'm so damaged
I've got to pick my self
And perform for the crowd
Lucky me
Creating all my loved ones, wannabe a star
'Cause nobody said it'd be so hard
Wouldn't put this on no one else (yeah)
Lucky me.

[Verse 3]
My dream and it's my heart
The life of being a star
You don't even know how hard it is, do you (yeah)
Now I'm thankfully for everything
And I'm finally becoming a man
Now I gotta pick a show to do
Lucky me.

[Chorus]
I've got to pose of the cameras
Even when my worlds falling down
I still wear a smile
Lucky me
Even though I'm so damaged
I've got to pick my self
And perform for the crowd
Lucky me
Creating all my loved ones, wannabe a star
'Cause nobody said it'd be so hard?
I wouldn't put this on no one else.

 

[fox69]

"M.F.T.R. (Remix)"

"M.F.T.R. (Remix)"


[Chorus:]
Creep up on these niggas, creep up on these niggas
Speak up on it, nigga, speak up on it, nigga
Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything
Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything
Gon make it bang, gon make it bang
Getting followed by them hollows, gon make it bang
Niggas ain't been to church in a minute
But it's funny how that TEC make a nigga get religious
Amen, amen, hey
Waving at these niggas, hey
Start waving at these niggas, amen, hey
Waving at these niggas, hey

[Verse:]
Sawed off shotty, Reebok pump a nigga
I Kirk out for them Franklins, I stomp a nigga
Virginia mind, I dump on em and throw the gun away
The shoe fits weird, nigga, now run them Penny Hardaways
You can't have a conscience when you a God, nigga
What the fuck is a city to a Godzilla?
Okay, now everybody tough, everybody buff
Tell you, Shoot at they feet, and watch them double Dutch
Oh, no, then dance, little nigga, dance, little nigga
You by yourself now, what's the plan, little nigga?
Gon make it bang, go and make it bang
Pusha just want the money, I'm taking everything
Hand me the ratchet, put everything in the basket
All of the paper and plastic, hollows, I'm giving them out
Run in your house, sticking a gun in your mouth
Niggas turn religious when they staring at the devil
Pull that trigger, chopper Rocky like I'm playing heavy metal, ah

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Main Chick"
(feat. Kid Ink)

"Main Chick"
(feat. Kid Ink)



[Chorus: Chris Brown]
I don't know your name
But you've heard my name
I know why you came
Tryna get that, name
But you've heard my name
Girl I know you wanna be my main chick, my main chick
Said fuck whoever you came with, who you came with
I tell her "fuck that nigga"

[Verse 1: Kid Ink]
Sitting in the back of the club
Table got a rope in the front (I don't know ya)
Uhh, you looking real familiar
I could just be a lil drunk
I don't know your name
It's a goddamn shame
I don't know how to explain it for ya
But girl, I'm just saying,
If you got a man back home, I don't know him
What, just keep it on the hush
Pocket full of trees, don't beat around the bush
Walk on green, I can even hear the putt
K.O shawty when I hit her with a punchline
Get a couple shots when it's crunch time
Ducking from my ex like the one time
Throw a sign when you really tryna go
Got the car parked right at the door

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Kid Ink]
Nah, and you don't know my name
Just in case you' the Feds (I don't know ya)
Uh, I mighta poured you a drink
But don't let it go to your head
I know why you came
Tryna be my main chick
Passenger side when I lane switch
Top back, two seats only
Ain't no room for your friends, I don't know them
We just seizin the moment
Up all night, throw a deuce to the morning
Fly ma'fucka, everything is imported
Don't try to act too important
I know your game
You got a gang of niggas all over you
But you all over here, on me
Girl, I ain't tryna dog ya
Bad bitch only thing I'll call you

[Chorus]

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Nigga, why you playin'? You heard my name
I know why you came
She gon' gimme that brain so we can do our thang
Let's do that thang
What, you thinkin' 'bout me takin' you down here?
I can be your man when he's not around here

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Make Love"
(with Tyga)

"Make Love"
(with Tyga)



[Chris Brown - Verse 1]
Lil mama what you doin ? wassup?
Cause I aint gotta work this weekend
Lets get up, up, up, up
And I jus wanna dance and play a little bit
And baby I'm the man and shawty you the shit
Think about it we can do something nasty
While I got my energy up all in the club
With the lights down low
And I got you
Tipsy and youre all up on me pullin all my clothes
I aint finished my drink but I want sum more
Girl get your purse let me grab my coat
Got my keys so now we can roll back to the crib

[Chorus]
I wanna make love to my baby
Do it all day and we can do it all night long (shawty)
Im gunna make love to my baby
Have it you way but I like it with the lights on
Imma make love to my baby
Girl get on top of me and imma let you take it off
Tonight is your night
Baby So imma love you down

[Tyga - Verse 2]
All I think about when she not around
If I get to see her I'm gonna take her down
Pull your tights down throw em on the couch
Like I say put it in your mouth
Take your top off aint no body round
Run around butt naked this my house
All these thoughts on my mind I gotta get them out
Tryin but I cant figure out
Remember in high school I used to skip class just to sex you
Homeroom was the only place I could call you
Now its like every time I call never get thru
That bullshit that we been through
Dam I miss you
Its like you kick a nigga out
Moved on to the next one
I hope maybe we can work it out
Dam I be wishin you was here right now

[Chorus]
I wanna make love to my baby
Do it all day and we can do it all night long (shawty)
Im gunna make love to my baby
Have it you way but I like it with the lights on
Imma make love to my baby
Girl get on top of me and imma let you take it off
Tonight is your night
Baby So imma love you down

[Chirs Brown - Verse 3]
Kissin on your body layin on top me
From the bed to the ground imma go down
Doin my thing tell me when to stop
Girl I wanna see what you all about
Sweatin like a sauna
Put that dick on ya all night
While I got my energy up all the the club
With the lights down low and I got you
Tipsy and your all up on me pullin all my clothes
I aint finished my drink but I want some more
Girl get your purse lemme grab my coat
Got my keys so now we can roll back to the crib

[Chorus]
I wanna make love to my baby
Do it all day and we can do it all night long (shawty)
Im gunna make love to my baby
Have it you way but I like it with the lights on
Imma make love to my baby
Girl get on top of me and imma let you take it off
Tonight is your night
Baby So imma love you down