StrangerThings

Stranger Things (Explicit) - Joyner Lucas/Chris Brown

Written by：Chris Brown/Joyner Lucas

Chris Brown：

Bottles and a bucket full of ice yeah

Better make room vroom hear the Lambo celebrate

B**ch better believe that I'ma sniper yeah

You know I'm about to take you from your man though so celebrate

Pop up with the ch**per

And artificial n**gas acting like b**ches it done started up a epidemic

It don't make a difference n**ga we winning I'm plenty grinning

A hundred million platinum f**king you ain't got to listen celebrate

You better step down to me

Feel the d**k b**ch open up your mouth for me

Now choke talk to the d**k honestly

I'm d**e b**ch coming like Eenie Meenie Miney mo celebrate

I don't like when I lose if I don't buy her them shoes

I don't like those regulate

Do anything that I want to it think

I'm gonna dance on the moon like Michael elevate

Joyner Lucas/Chris Brown：

While I'm driving I'm moonwalking in the sky

Say shooters be jumping inside the Buick

You duck and hide from the Rugers

A couple choppers acoustic and the guitar

When the music is I'm alive

And I used to get stuck inside of the cubics

I never lie with the truth

I'm so f**king tired of these losers

And all my life wanted the food

When its summer time and 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

Walk in the trap like a boss ooh

Hoe you know I'm dripping with the sauce ooh

Pretty with a face full of scars all they do is build me up

Try to take me apart they don't never want to celebrate

Like you have a label call

The doctor heard the chopper make 'em do the macarena

All you n**gas sweet as candy chocolate chip

And I relate to Jolly Ranchers stick to bubblegum

And watermelon flavored

Get the paper I'ma celebrate

On the corner

Heard you n**gas got the juice but I got Corona

Got a little Spanish b**ch that I call my maricona

Joyner Lucas b**ch I'm hotter than a f**king sauna

Yeah I make you n**gas elevate

All you new n**gas don't do it for me look

B**ch I'm the professor you a student to me woah

Designer shades on like you cooler than me wait

All we do is win you a loser to me

Rappers wanna talk about battle me Joyner

You can't give me n**k with a mouth full of cavities

Bunch of lil' n**gas tried grabbing me grabbing me

Five foot five boy you n**gas like half of me

You don't wanna see the other side of me yeah

Hard to make 'em happy all these b**ches stay mad at me

I just might take her around to Applebee's Applebee's

Give her long d**k and a strawberry daiquiri