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dat night - chris brown lyrics

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[intro: trey songz & young thug]
yup!
ay, i f-cked round and made them n-gg-s
god d-mn open ’em all up tonight, know what i mean
breezy!
i swear to god
trigga
matter of fact, ay, ay call the sheriff, man

[hook: trey songz & chris brown]
all my b-tches, all my b-tches, all my b-tches with the sh-t when i be in chicago
la, new york and miami, p-ssy everywhere i go
all my b-tches with the sh-t when i be in chicago
la, new york and miami, p-ssy everywhere i go
all my b-tches with the sh-t when i’m in chicago
la, new york and miami, p-ssy everywhere i go
i know what it is, we know you the sh-t
know who got them bricks, know who hittin’ licks, get this money blindfolded
all my b-tches with the sh-t when i’m in chicago
shakin’ that -ss naked with a friend and they miny moe
all my b-tches lit, all my b-tches with the sh-t
all my b-tches scammers but they hold a hammer and split your sh-t, boy

[verse 1: chris brown]
d-mn, f-ck the situation, f-ck them b-tches hatin’
f-ck a pillow talkin’ n-gg- that be instigatin’
frustrated, now i know why they all hate me
i f-ck these b-tches and they know that i make pretty babies
detroit got me back on my back f-ckin’ black b-tches
tippin’ 4 and i’m pourin’ 4 of actavis
she know every time i turn up, i keep f-ckin’ up mattresses
tryna ask me why i don’t nut, percocet make the d-ck like a magician
funny -ss n-gg-, why we laugh different?
’cause i cash different
i’m tryna get my b-tches, huh
you gotta pay for that last minute, b-tch

[hook: chris brown]
all my b-tches with the sh-t when i’m in chicago
la, new york and miami, p-ssy everywhere i go
i know what it is, we know you the sh-t
know who got them bricks, know who hittin’ licks, get this money blindfolded
all my b-tches with the sh-t when i’m in chicago
shakin’ that -ss naked with a friend and they miny moe
all my b-tches lit, all my b-tches with the sh-t
all my b-tches scammers but they hold a hammer and split your sh-t, boy

[verse 2: trey songz]
all my b-tches with the sh-t when i be in toronto
i can get the p-ssy eyes closed with a blindfold
it’s a war zone, n-gg-, we be in chicago
lot of mamas cry, n-gg-s die in chicago
know some bloods ’cause n-gg- livin’ in la
it’s a lot of things ain’t forgiven in la
know i’m from the third, i be reppin’ that va
you ain’t got the money, you can never beat the case
f-ck the judge, f-ck feds n-gg-, tryna get up off that poor
n-gg-s say they tryna eat, can’t get sh-t up off my fork
i hopped off the porch, hopped in the porsche
then hopped in the benz, i f-cked all her friends, yeah

[hook: chris brown & trey songz]
all my b-tches with the sh-t when i’m in chicago
la, new york and miami, p-ssy everywhere i go
i know what it is, we know you the sh-t
know who got them bricks, know who hittin’ licks, get this money blindfolded
all my b-tches with the sh-t when i’m in chicago
shakin’ that -ss naked with a friend and they miny moe
all my b-tches lit, all my b-tches with the sh-t
all my b-tches scammers but they hold a hammer and split your sh-t, boy

[verse 3: young thug]
ay, make her suck d-ck on the patio
i might eat that b-tch up like some ravioli
i get a rush in designer zone
why a young n-gg- tellin’ they telly tellies
i f-ck her good, i don’t tell them nothin’
nut in her hair, make it good and fussy
i get it in with a bigger budget
and the inside my car look like peanut b-tter
trap it when you walk baby
i done came from rags to riches, did all baby
when we done, she say it’s hard to walk, yeah yeah
f-ck her in the light, i don’t do nothin’ dark, yeah yeah
f-ck you thought, red bottoms bleed when we walk, uh
put my food in ya drawers
bedroom dim like walls
young rain teach her how to chopper, yeah
attached to my lights like moths, yeah
favorite colour red, hot sauce, yeah
wanna see me dead can you drop me, yeah, yeah, yeah

[hook: chris brown & young thug]
all my b-tches with the sh-t when i’m in chicago
la, new york and miami, p-ssy everywhere i go
i know what it is, we know you the sh-t
know who got them bricks, know who hittin’ licks, get this money blindfolded
all my b-tches with the sh-t when i’m in chicago
shakin’ that -ss naked with a friend and they miny moe
all my b-tches lit, all my b-tches with the sh-t
all my b-tches scammers but they hold a hammer and split your sh-t, boy

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