Chris Brown - Yoko lyrics

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Chris Brown - Yoko lyrics

[Berner] Bust a couple bands Blow a 100 fast I just made a hundred off of 50 pay Where them bad Asian b**hes holdin down my city at? Where them girls from the A with that pretty face? Round thing, yeah I’m on that loud thang Pop another bottle, shooting corks at the crowd: dang! Yeah, I’m a stunna, nah, I ain’t Baby tho Young dude with the lazy flow Watch all these ladies go Crazy when I pull up right beside em I do a buck 30, I’m just into flying I smell like dirty money, plus this cookie that I’m lighting Bucket’s full of ice and bottles on fire inside em [Hook] Call em Yoko Ono Only ride solo Mission for the dolo One look in her eyes, she’ll eat you alive She’s a man eater, ski mask diva She might up ‘n leave you, but you can never leave her You ain’t never had someone, you can never keep her Tricking on the next man, he can’t have her either.. I Call her Yoko Ono [Chris Brown] Look, got a boatload of them Asian hoes On vacation steady bakin with Jamaican hoes I got cash boy, I don’t care what you makin ho 50 thousand on my wrist: I’m feedin eskimos Damn! Put VA on this sh** Buy 100 f**in bottles, let em spray in this b**h My money flow real long, I do relays in this b**h And you know I k** songs, it’s Burner, CB & Wiz Alrighty now, ha, look at me, rose, I’m on n***a 15 grand on a what, That’s just my phone, n***a Northern California, where blunts look like cones, n***a Two up, two down, make that switch, yeah [Hook] Call em Yoko Ono Only ride solo Mission for the dolo One look in her eyes, she’ll eat you alive She’s a man eater, ski mask diva She might leave you, but you can never leave her You ain’t never had someone, you can never keep her Tricking on the next man, he can’t have her either.. Call her Yoko Ono [Wiz Khalifa] Shades on, Polo white T Me leaving here alone? That’s unlikely Not a stoner b**h, but she like me Tryna get that final cut like Spike Lee I jack them hoes, direct them hoes Take ‘em home and let them hoes go live out their fantasies They’re popping pills, I’m rolling weed Even got a couple bad b**hes overseas Out the back, as ain’t no tags when I’m shopping And my bad filled with options so don’t ask what it cost I’m in a Maserati coupe going so fast that I lost ‘em And my b**h got so much swag that these bad b**hes on us Ah! k**ing y’all, pow! (dag) get a a coffin