Chris Brown

[fox69]

"Private Dancer"
(feat. Kevin McCall)

"Private Dancer"
(feat. Kevin McCall)



[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Yeah I would like this dance little mama
I thought you'd never ask, I got a lotta cash
Especially enough for ya, yeah
'cause you're the hottest thing up in this club
I can tell when you hit the stage, baby you gettin' paid
You're booty is a money magnet,
You... lookin' like Jessica Rabbit,
Puttin' these... other chicks in they casket, yeah

[Bridge:]
Here go a G stack, come sit on my lap
Now lemme tell you what I'm here for
Makin' you fill this position
And baby girl you fit the description yeah

[Chorus:]
Private dancer, my private dancer
Said you gon' be my private dancer
Just pack your things up 'cause your coming home wit me
My private dancer, my private dancer
You gon' be my private dancer
Just pack your things up 'cause your coming home wit me

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
I can quadruple what you're makin'
I'll make your job description so clear
You ain't gotta worry 'bout your boss, I already paid him off my dear
See I got a mansion in a Hampton's in a club and a back bar tender
Dinner and a chef, what else do you really need
Its your show, where anything goes
You ain't gotta worry , you can lose control

[Bridge:]
Here go a G stack, come sit on my lap
Now lemme tell you what I'm here for
Makin' you fill this position
And baby girl you fit the description yeah

[Chorus:]
Private dancer, my private dancer
Said you gon' be my private dancer
Just pack your things up 'cause your coming home wit me
My private dancer, my private dancer
You gon' be my private dancer
Just pack your things up 'cause your coming home wit me

[Kevin McCall:]
JMAC
I - I - I be, I be in the strip club wit my hands up
Trickin' like I'm flippin' I be spinnin' all my ends up
Even if I never leave my seat she make me stand up
See, that's why I could never move to Atlanta
All about her bucks you would think she came from Tampa
She stay on that new shit no wonder why she pamper
Get it, she gon' she gon' let me hit it
I can't wait til we alone 'cause I want your full attention
We can take this to my crib gotta stripper pole up in it
G-G-Girl you know I love it when you pop that shit for pimpin'
(Ha), my private dancer (Yeah), you the realest
Imma call ya franchise (Why), 'cause you could get the business

[Chorus:]
Private dancer, my private dancer
Said you gon' be my private dancer
Just pack your things up 'cause your coming home wit me
My private dancer, my private dancer
You gon' be my private dancer
Just pack your things up 'cause your coming home wit me

 

[fox69]

"Proof"

"Proof"


Yeah, you know it's hard
Hard to trust me and hard to love me

You know what it's gon' take so stop playing with your boy
Stop acting like I never made changes for your sake
Why flipping the script won't mean that she forte, cyeah
We gotta fix this here baby, aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah, been through some shit this year
You been working tryna up your net worth, shawty
Doing the leg work, shawty
'Fore you leave, give me sex first shawty
I gotta get you wet first, shawty, naw naw

You gotta love me and baby we can call it a truce
You know I don't got shit to prove
This is something you always do
You know I only give my love to you
Ain't got a God damn thing to prove, nah nah nah
You got my heart, this proof nah nah nah
How could you ever cut me loose? Nah nah nah
Here's your proof, nah nah nah

Damn, girl you better stop it
You told me tell them other girls to stop calling and I did
Always think I'm with another broad when you're not here
It's the truth, why would I lie to you? What are you doing? Worry 'bout what I'm doing
Say you got that proof, girl you blind to it, I'mma pour it baby
Had to let you know it baby, thought you knew it all
Chopped down, screw it up, guess I have to slow it up for you this time
Yeah always thinking 'bout you and I, don't ever question if I'm down for you and I
Cause girl you know I'm down for ya
Whenever shit got deep, I woulda drowned for ya
Come be a queen, I got this crown for ya
I love all the way that I'm chucking downs for ya

You better love me and baby we can call it a truce
You know I don't got shit to prove
This is something you always do
You know I only give my love to you
Ain't got a God damn thing to prove, nah nah nah
Yeah that's my blood, she proof, nah nah nah
Girl I'm not tryna win or lose, ah nah nah
Here's your proof, nah nah nah

Oh no no, bounce with it oh
I'll come out to Fruittown with it, 500
Her body calling my name, oh
Say my name, say my name baby, oh

This is something you always do
You know I only give my love to you
Ain't got a God damn thing to prove, nah nah nah
Yeah that's my blood, she proof, nah nah nah
Girl I'm not tryna win or lose, ah nah nah
Here's your proof, nah nah nah

 

[fox69]

"Pussy"

"Pussy"


Baby that belongs to me, that belongs to me

Baby this is my pussy, I'mma fuck when I want to
Fuck when I want to, fuck when I want to
It's looking like that, girl you know that I want to
Know that I want to, know that I want to
The way the dancing on me, girl you got me horny
You got me ready to put this hurricane on you
Baby this is my pussy, I'mma fuck when I want to
Fuck when I want to, fuck when I want to

We ain't got no worries cause we home alone
We can do that freak shit nobody knows
Girl doggy style, missionary, I don't care
As long as you keep me up and take me there
In the middle of the night
Or the middle of the day
It don't matter cause you know
I'm gon' get it anyway

Baby this is my pussy, I'mma fuck when I want to
Fuck when I want to, fuck when I want to
It's looking like that, girl you know that I want to
Know that I want to, know that I want to
The way the dancing on me, girl you got me horny
You got me ready to put this hurricane on you
Baby this is my pussy, I'mma fuck when I want to
Fuck when I want to, fuck when I want to

Just take it off, I wanna see your body
Just freak me and we'll start the foreplay
Baby lay it down on the bed
And I'mma hit it so good, you won't forget
Got you screaming out loud "This is your shit"
Do it for me, I don't need no molly
In the middle of the night or the middle of the day
It don't matter cause you know I'm gon' get it anyway

Baby this is my pussy, I'mma fuck when I want to
Fuck when I want to, fuck when I want to
It's looking like that, girl you know that I want to
Know that I want to, know that I want to
The way the dancing on me, girl you got me horny
You got me ready to put this hurricane on you
Baby this is my pussy, I'mma fuck when I want to
Fuck when I want to, fuck when I want to
Baby this is my pussy, I'mma fuck when I want to
Fuck when I want to, fuck when I want to
It's looking like that, girl you know that I want to
Know that I want to, know that I want to

Baby I know that you on too
I can see it in your eyes that you want to
We can do it all night, all day
And I just wanna play with you baby, all night
I just wanna play with you baby, I just
I just wanna, I just wanna play with you baby

 

[fox69]

"Put It Up"
(with Rihanna)

"Put It Up"
(with Rihanna)



[Rihanna:]
Baby you don't need to be scared of me
I guarantee that I'm not a mistake
I'mma give you all of my love
And I hope that you won't misplace it
You created this shit
Going insane with all of this fear
Can't turn my back on it
I'm in love gotta' face it

[Chris Brown:]
You're the only one I wanna stay on the phone with
Oh the late night Skype sex
On that young shit
Girl you keep it one hunnit
Always gon' hold me down
You know you're the number one
Girl I'mma work you out

[Chris Brown & Rihanna:]
Ain't got much to say
I ain't about to make you wait
I'm just gon' take you from here
Girl let's ride away
Let's elevate, just elevate
Yeah girl let me take you for a ride

[Hook - Chris Brown & Rihanna:]
Baby let me change your life
Promise it will be alright
Baby take my hand tonight
Let me set you free now
Sweatin' like a waterbed (on me)
Keep puttin' that thang (on me)
Like you never did before
I'm gon' explore all of your body
Put it up right there, right there
Right there, right there
Put it up right there (I'm gon' explore all of your body)
Put it up right there
Put it up right there (I love, I love you)
I'm gon' explore all of your body

[Chris Brown & Rihanna:]
I'mma write my name with my tongue on your back baby
Come on, just let me
I know you're ready
And even if there is a crowd
Let 'em see it
I'mma give you some more
Just let 'em all just say what they wanna say
That's how I feel, cause I'm in love
And the temperature just heats up
When I'm with you, don't be scared
When I start to go down and I lick you
Rubbin' and kissin' and lickin' on your body
When I go down and oh I'm gon' miss you
Gonna need your body right now
Cause I know it's an issue
And I'm hyperventilating right now
I can't breathe, If I ain't with you
I need your body like right now
I need your body like right now
Lay your head, on my bed
Baby tell me if you want the lights down
Your property, treat me like I'm your property
Do what you wanna, take command
I'm about to be your biggest fan
Your property, treat me like I'm your property
Do what you wanna, take command
I'm about to be your biggest fan

[Hook]

[Chris Brown & Rihanna:]
Looking for too many places
Searching high and low for you
I'm stronger when I'm close to you
I'm seeing all familiar faces
Girl it's all about you, only you in my life
And I say, "You like playing with my heart?"
Baby, please don't do this to me
Cause I'm in love
Can I get a little bit? One more kiss?
Yeah I don't wanna miss it

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Put Your Hands In The Air"

"Put Your Hands In The Air"


[Chorus]
Put your hands in the air
If you want to freak sumthin down tonight
Put your hands in the air
All my ladies [3x]
Do it just like that [repeats]
All my ladies, just like that

Friends for the night
Yeah they all on me
And Tell me what you like
Cause I'mma give get that shit and bull
You got on your the birthday suit
And your sexy is calling baby
Tonight is your night
You're the center of the attention in the spot light
It's on you
Got your hair done
If you're feeling real good say yeah
Throw your tens up and right there

[Chorus]

Up in VIP with the
Ladies party at Mansion
Watch me do my dougie
Bet shawties think I'm handsome
Yeah yeah yeah

Hennessy and Bailey on the daily
Ciroc by the case load.
Party all night long
We ain't stoppin' 'til I say so
If you're lonely
Come in here with me
Girl just work that thang
You know I'm a freak
Girl hear this
If you're feeling real good say yeah
Throw your tens up and keep them right there.

[Chorus]

Just like that
Just like this
Whatever it is your shorty
You got this
Like a game of tag
You got it
And shorty got ass
That you can't miss
She's the shit
Lighters up or just put
Up your the cellphone
Dark skin girls turn me on
So do red ones bones
Race into the VIP
Looking like marathon
Too many bottles left over
Guess I'm gonna carry on
And I'm gonna turn it up
And all the niggas smoking
Tell em burn it up
She got me... against the wall
She's about to make a stand up
I'm gonna put my mother fucker hands up

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Quits"
(feat. Kevin McCall)

"Quits"
(feat. Kevin McCall)



[Kevin McCall]
Even though you're fine as fuck
We're just making matters worse
Go from us kissin' to you burning my stuff
What you wanna break shit for
Did you buy this? no
Girl what the hell yo think this is?
I think you really need to stop this shit

Cause I’m not gonna have it
It was fun while it lasted
What does it look ...

[Chorus - Chris Brown]
No, no
This ain't love, love no
Every night, fuss and fight, something ain't right
With us, girl cause we rushed this love
Neither one of us can blame the other
So maybe we should say goodbye
We can make this kiss the last kiss goodnight, tonight
So maybe we should say goodbye
Go our separate ways, hey, let's, call it quits

[Chris]
We gotta stop this thing between us
Girl you're 'bout to make me cuss you out
Kick you up out my house
Here’s your clothes there’s a door and go shawty
On your birthday now my shawty number 2 gon' be in 1st place
To the main chick
Cause I’m not gon' have it
It was fun while it lasted
Girl you got to go

[Chorus]
No, no
This ain't love, love no
Every night, fuss and fight, something ain't right
with us, girl cause we rushed this love
Neither one of us can blame the other
so maybe we should say goodbye
We can make this kiss the last kiss goodnight, tonight
So maybe we should say goodbye
Go our separate ways, hey, let's, call it quits

 

[fox69]

"Real Hip Hop #4"
(feat. Kevin McCall)

"Real Hip Hop #4"
(feat. Kevin McCall)



[Chris Brown:]
Look, in the summer 6-0
A little margarita blend
So I slip slow
The type of nigga I am kind of skitzo
Never out of my element I let the fifth go
Shots in the club panic at the disco
She of that M D M A that's from frisco
Hella chips call me mister Nabisco
Is that your bitch cause she
Won't let my go wrist go
My techniques is just sex freaks
Skinny dipp with hot model bitches and lesbies
I'm a put my tongue on they soul like a SB
But they don't know they scum to my soul they're just sexy
I'm a play dumb play that role in the
SV is ridiculous
And can I get a girl with real ass and TITS
Most Respect in the world to my
Real niggas Cause, all them fake niggas make me
Wanna kill niggas, I stand alone fuck that gang bang shit!
They Nintendo blowing niggas
Cause this game ain't shit
Is relevant that I am better than these 'veterans'
They are sleeping on me like I been
Given them sedatives
Sometimes I wish I had better
Friends and better peers
Cause I know when it to the ends they disappear...

[Kevin McCall:]
Damn! Where they go? Where they go? Where they go?

Uhhh-See I'm doper than that shit
Pookie was on in new jack city
This is why I'm getting rich
Without trying
I ain't like fifty
Cus what's good being rich if your dying
That shit is silly!
Call the the chain TLC all the ice make you chilly
I'm a pimp so you know I'm snatching your broad
I'm a a real star your patrick from spongebob
And in my city to the streets I'm Freeway Ricky
Cus I keep the streets flooded with that crack music
I be selling cd's like them niggas push kilos
But I don't push weight unless there's plates
In the weight room
Why you think I'm BUF? Blowin Up Fast
Call me left hook cause I be heavy on the gas
You would think I was a Spartan, 300 on the dash
Either that or a martian in a space aircraft
Cus when you see that whip that I have, you be like "What the fuck was that?! "

 

[fox69]

"Real Hip Hop Shit"
(feat. Kevin McCall)

"Real Hip Hop Shit"
(feat. Kevin McCall)



[Chris Brown]
Look, in the summer 6-0
A little margarita blend
so I slip slow
The type of nigga I am kind of skitzo
Never out of my element I let the fifth go
Shots in the club panic at the disco
She of that M D M A that's from frisco
Hella chips call me mister Nabisco
Is that your bitch cause she
won't let my go wrist go
My techniques is just sex freaks
Skinny dipp with hot model bitches and lesbies
Imma put my tongue on they soul like a SB
But they don't know they scum to my soul they're just sexy
Imma play dumb play that role in the
SV is ridiculous
And can I get a girl with real ass and TITS
Most Respect in the world to my
real niggas Cause, all them fake niggas make me
wanna kill niggas, I stand alone fuck that gang bang shit!
they Nintendo blowing niggas
Cause this game ain't shit
Is relevant that I am better than these 'veterans'
They are sleeping on me like I been
given them sedatives
Sometimes I wish I had better
friends and better peers
Cause I know when it to the ends they disappear...

[Kevin McCall]
Damn! Where they go? Where they go? Where they go?

Uhhh-See I'm doper than that shit
Pookie was on in new jack city
This is why I'm getting rich
without trying
I ain't like fifty
cus whats good being rich if your dying
that shit is silly!
Call the the chain TLC all the ice make you chilly
I'm a pimp so you know I'm snatching your broad
I'ma a real star your patrick from spongebob
and in my city to the streets I'm Freeway Ricky
cus i keep the streets flooded with that crack music
I be selling cd's like them niggas push kilos
but I don't push weight unless there's plates
in the weight room
Why you think I'm BUF? Blowin Up Fast
Call me left hook cause I be heavy on the gas
You would think I was a Spartan, 300 on the dash
Either that or a martian in a space aircraft
Cus when you see that whip that I have, you be like "What the fuck was that?!"

 

[fox69]

"Real Hip Hop Shit #3"

"Real Hip Hop Shit #3"


Leather jacket, relaxing
The movie scenes I’m acting
These rappers practice
I’m at the plate, enough to bat bitch
Fully smoking locomotive, nigga, fuck an adlib
In the club celebrating cause I’m self promoted
Is it a fire? Cause the crowd smoking!
Big Will, she off a pill.. rollin
You know a country nigga hungry
Waffle house? Open!
But they too broke to pay their bills
So they’re freeloading
But it’s cool, sit down
You know that nigga rich?
Girl his name.. Chris Brown
His chain’s so ugly that it makes a bitch frown
I’m serving all these niggas
But who ordered hash browns?
Nigga, I be like.. yeah I got the check
And I just paid your bills, so.. yes
I want some sex
Hah! But first, can I kiss your neck?
And I’mma work you out
So you ain’t gotta stretch
Hold up! Let me slow up
Impregnate your beat, I make that bitch blow up
I eat all I can eat
Until a nigga throw up
I tell that DJ “ay! Pull up, pull up”
Man, I’m so sick of these lame motherfuckas
A nigga’s still shitting on the game, motherfucka
Old niggas as the world change, muthafuckas
Y’all niggas still being the same muthafucka?
Who else, dawg?
Look, let me go in, then I count more ends
My tints 11, and your friends in my Benz
The engine on that Viper 220
And it’s green in the trunk, but that’s new money
Watch.. Frank Mueller, my Ruger
Cut that shit – fire. I just shot my jeweler!
Another hundred racks just to make my chain a cooler
Off that Four Loco, out of my medulla
Wow! I be seeing dead people
Dead prezzies my besties
Nigga, we are not equal
How you get the big picture
Looking from a peephole?
My real niggas in the back, but
“He ain’t talking to me tho!”
I know you mad cause I afford it
TMZ, I’m wiping my ass, so stop recording
Supposedly a singer, can’t do hip-hop
But I just killed this shit, so let the
Shit rock

 

[fox69]

"Real One"
(with Tyga)
(feat. Boosie Badazz)

"Real One"
(with Tyga)
(feat. Boosie Badazz)



Yeah
Give a fuck about ya nigga, baby
That nigga weak

[Tyga:]
Aye baby, you baby
That's some good pussy we can make a new baby
Fuck you in the Maybach, fuck a room baby
I use my tongue, use your mouth, watch your tooth baby
Dick ain't proper got a lot of bodies
And the house game Hilton, got a lot of lobbies
Bitches overnight it, what you know 'bout it?
T-Raww whip out, tap out

[Pre-Hook - Chris Brown:]
I got 'em all hooked like drugs
And all them tryin' to fuck with a young nigga
Pulled up to the club like what
Straight to V.I.P
Double cuppin' I stay too turned up
Cause we poppin' bottles in here
Baby I'm just tryin' to party, yeah
Cause I'm the man of the year

[Hook - Chris Brown:]
I'm tryin' to get a little buzz
Party poppin' and a nigga spendin' money
Hope I get fucked up
I see your girl lookin' over, at me
She wanna turn up
I can tell by the look in her face
That she ain't happy with you, nigga
And I can bet that I'm gon' get her
And I don't, I don't really care if, if you gotta man
You over there starin', at me, at me, yeah
Guess your nigga too lame, huh?
Girl I bet you want a real one, yeah
You want a real one, yeah
You want a real one

[Chris Brown:]
Girl I know you wanna jump up on it right there, right there
Cause everybody in the club gettin' faded
A hundred thousand dollar tab, I'mma pay it
Girl the party's jumpin', DJ's bumpin' my shit, oh yeah
Got everybody in the club lookin' at us
I'm at the top I just climbed up the ladder, real shit
Girl you givin' me the screw face
I know them bitches hatin' you, yeah they two-faced
I know he told you not to drink but what do you say?
I know he tryin' to lock you down like me and Boosie
Fuck that nigga, my middle finger up
Fuck a rap nigga, you just want a singer, huh?
I'm with this shit and you love it
Go on and twerk some for me

[Hook]

[Boosie Badazz:]
Turn, turn, turn, turn up
Stop stuntin' that nigga
We straight I got more money than that nigga
She ain't loyal cause he ain't me
Go to jail she gon' need me like [?]
She want a real one, oh she want some
Look at all this money over here, she want some
She ain't thirsty
But when you that bad every chick need bags and purses
Scorpio says girl my tongue on her
[?] me all day we just press record
Ten million in two months, God bless me girl
You over there starin', next me girl
Them hotties is flockin' it's three in the mornin'
Them bodies is poppin' she's feelin' the moment
She gotta man, I ain't worried about that
Got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta respect

[Chris Brown:]
And I don't, I don't really care if, if you gotta man
You over there starin', at me, at me, yeah
Guess your nigga too lame, huh?
Girl I bet you want a real one, yeah
You want a real one, yeah
You want a real one