Chris Brown - Holla @ Me lyrics

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Chris Brown - Holla @ Me lyrics

[Verse 1 - Chris Brown] Uh, Boom, Boom We ballin' in the room Sweepin' up my competition call me Mr. broom Knockin' n***as over, call me bulldozer One more drink for these n***as and it's over 'Cause I'm a strike that something like a cobra I know she want my venom, but I ain't gon' leave it in her And right after I get her, she know she with a winner And we straight to the crib, I ain't takin' her to dinner Ha, n***a look at my j**els Aviator shades I ain't lookin' at you Achoo, bless me twice Be a rich n***a I be sh**tin' on your life Magazine covers, Magnem rubbers I mean Magnum, I don't f** with stragglers n***as want Drama, Gangsta Grill ba*tards Did you check the caption lights camera action [Chorus - Tyga & Chris Brown] Holla at me boo, Holla at me beh [x3] I'm turned up, I'm super turned up [x2] [repeat] [Verse 2 - Chris Brown] A n***a beat, beat And shawty toot, toot Blowin' out their brains, car need a new roof Lookin' like a superstar, when I roll through And shawty I'm the truth, so mama what it do Now let's ride out, ain't no trippin' When we dippin' to my hideout Big dipper 'cause you sippin' on my bottle Only f**in' with them A-listin' models Now let's get it like Low did it, if you done it Then I did it If you kick it Then I'm with it We can do this sh** all night Your minute don't compare to my limit When I'm in it and I get it I'm a give it to you all night I'm the sh**, yeah I go hard Don't stand in lines n***a I bogart Fat boy celebrity 'cause I'm so large And don't need no battery cause I'm in charge [Chorus - Tyga & Chris Brown] Holla at me boo, Holla at me beh [x3] I'm turned up, I'm super turned up [x2] [repeat] [Verse 3 - Tyga] I'm hot motherf**er, get a plate b**h Don't say sh**, get your face lift Rozay b**h let the champagne drip n***as swag jack, but this L.A. sh** Get it back, give it back ain't 'bout sh** Snap back them ain't even rare where the tag a what Wack a** all up in my ear b**h bag back I bag bad b**hes motherf**er Kat Stacks Yellow n***a, no cabs Got the phantom out, no mats Get your camera out uh, one flash Hot beams steady shot clap your a** Aw, T. raw I'm so uh Loc's on, chucks low, black beanie dog Patron top wash straight from the liquor store I'm turned up I can't feel my face so [Chorus - Tyga & Chris Brown] Holla at me boo, Holla at me beh [x3] I'm turned up, I'm super turned up [x2] [repeat]