Chris Brown - That n***a lyrics

[Verse 1: Chris Brown] Ha, Frank Mueller, the face like a computer Popping them bottles, spraying the ace like aruga You got beef, I got shooters And your b**h about to give me brain, watch me school her Listen, let me lick it, put it out, make it pop pop I'mma cuff the p**y, she think she f**ed a cop And then I put it back in, make her back bend And then I f** her girlfriend like what's happening? Haha, oh baby, for sure baby Tell that blocking a** b**h let go baby f** her, just do you and do me Haha, b**h mad cause she ugly You know, I be balling like a b**h Made my own condom's cause these b**hes on my dick Pluto, I be higher than a b**h You know, flyer than a b**h, my car like a spaceship, yeah [Hook: Chris Brown] That n***a, that n***a, everybody know I'm that n***a All this money looking like a fat n***a and I bought them k**ers better bag back n***a Bag back n***a, and I bought them k**ers, better bag back n***a That n***a, that n***a, everybody know I'm that n***a [Verse 2: Kid Red] I'm a player, somebody grab my uniform The b**h head on point like a unicorn I really keep it G, I went to school for the b**hes I'm about to f** you at the locker tryna kiss her You just talk to them, I take 'em home for detention Just another s** victim that I never call or mention Gotta keep it pimping, sorry that's your sister But I'm on a mission, tell that ho to keep her distance Look, I keep a couple hoes in the studio Rolling with my wolves with them nines like rubio Hoes stop and stare, cause my pinky glare Got a hood b**h, that let me f** her on the stairs She say she needs some J's, so I cop a couple pair I got a private leer, that'll take her everywhere though Where your b**h at? She with me n***a Kid Red, I'm in the streets n***a [Hook: Chris Brown] That n***a, that n***a, everybody know I'm that n***a All this money looking like a fat n***a and I bought them k**ers better bag back n***a Bag back n***a, and I bought them k**ers, better bag back n***a That n***a, that n***a, everybody know I'm that n***a [Verse 3: Chris Brown] Everybody know I'm that n***a I'm about to take that ho, from that n***a Ha, here we go, I'm that n***a f** you Chris, hating a** n***a She 'bout to pop the pills, I just bought the roll up Put the dick up on her head, that's a weight up on her shoulders I ain't f**ing ratchet p**y, cause that sh** is like ebola In the club I'm like hold up, f** a club soda Need the Ace, I spray it on her face She f** with broke n***as, old n***a made her pay I told her I'm about a bar as long as I can get a taste Then she bend that a** over and I grabbed her by the waist, told her drop it for me Damn, that a** sick I got a doctor for it My dick got her singing high, oprah on her Her boyfriend start to trip, n***as pop up on him Like blocka, blocka, body bag cause I'm [Hook: Chris Brown] That n***a, that n***a, everybody know I'm that n***a All this money looking like a fat n***a and I bought them k**ers better bag back n***a Bag back n***a, and I bought them k**ers, better bag back n***a That n***a, that n***a, everybody know I'm that n***a