Chris Brown - In Love With the b**hes lyrics

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Chris Brown - In Love With the b**hes lyrics

[Verse 1: Chris Brown] Your envy is tall, my n***as livin’ right You mad cause we can pop bottles every f**in’ night Poppin’ them pills when we chill, for real Smokin’ straight gas, I’mma see you in another life b**h I’m blunted, just look in my eyes, I won’t f**in’ lie Catch a vibe, codeine got me leanin’, I’m about to slide OHB, yeah we ride or die, better pick a side And when I get that p**y, you gon’ blame it on the liquor, right? When you gon’ let a real n***a live? Cause ain’t nothin’ for me to call up a side b**h Girl, let a lightskin n***a get up in them ribs And you can bring your girls, promise I won’t f** them b**hes Damn, you been frontin’ on that all night I gotta leave, come with me on this red eye She want relationship and I was willin’ to pay that tuition f**in’ up her decision but I’m in love with the b**hes [Hook: Chris Brown] Baby, I’m tryin’ but I can’t, I’m tryin’ Cause I’m in love with these b**hes Too drunk, had a threesome They done caught me on cam and got pictures And we was drinkin’ everythin’ What would a young n***a do if it was you? Damn they done told everythin’ It’s real f**ed up but I’m in love with the b**hes Cause I’m in love with these b**hes Cause I’m in love with these b**hes [Verse 2: Young Lo] I swear I love all these b**hes, especially the freak hoes Line ’em up and knock ’em down like freethrows Swear I’m young Will, hit ’em with the steal, leave that p**y k**ed Lick that kitty, I should leave a hoe bill Yeah I’m ballin’ on point, like it’s a million mattress Wake up every mornin’, different b**hes in the mansion Models gettin’ high, throwin’ whips up in the attic My n***a burnt out, got these hoes [?] And we gon’ throw a party, take the molly, [?] for the bottles Eat that p**y, eat that p**y, call me sloppy papi Swervin’ in the newest foreign, ridin’ with the carbon Poppin’ your b**h, n***a, I don’t even need to call ’em [Hook: Chris Brown] Baby, I’m tryin’ but I can’t, I’m tryin’ Cause I’m in love with these b**hes Too drunk, had a threesome They done caught me on cam and got pictures And we was drinkin’ everythin’ What would a young n***a do if it was you? Damn they done told everythin’ It’s real f**ed up but I’m in love with the b**hes Cause I’m in love with these b**hes Cause I’m in love with these b**hes [Verse 3: Young Blacc] Let let, let a real n***a hit it Make Magnum make sales, only real n***as fitted Got her walkin’ limp cause I gave her the business Come in to the crib and bust it down with her sister Slide to the club, 50 deep on that late night Back to the crib, might eat her cause it’s date night Throwin’ b**hes texts and tryna give a n***a threesomes Henny dick goin’ so I might as well beast ’em My n***as be winnin’, my side b**hes be trippin’ I put that dick in her stomach and then I take ’em to dinner I’m just playin’ to save her, take my strap on the road I mean what I say cause I love these hoes [Hook: Chris Brown] Baby, I’m tryin’ but I can’t, I’m tryin’ Cause I’m in love with these b**hes Too drunk, had a threesome They done caught me on cam and got pictures And we was drinkin’ everythin’ What would a young n***a do if it was you? Damn they done told everythin’ It’s real f**ed up but I’m in love with the b**hes Cause I’m in love with these b**hes Cause I’m in love with these b**hes