Chris Brown - Stranger Things lyrics

[Verse 1 – Chris Brown] Bottles and a bucket full of ice “yeah” Better make room, vroom hear the lambo “celebrate” B---h better believe that I'ma sniper “yeah” You know I'm about to take you from your man tho “so celebrate” Pop up with the chopper and artificial n----s acting like b-----s done started up a epidemic It don't make a difference, n---a we winning,I'm plenty grinning A hundred million platinum f-----g you ain't got to listen “celebrate” You better step down to me, feel the d--k b---h open up your mouth for me Now choke, talk to the d--k honestly I'm dope, b---h, comming me like eenie meenie miney mo “celebrate” I don't like when I lose, if I don't buy for 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” [Verse 2 – Joyner “Chris Brown”] While I'm driving, I'm moon walking 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-----g 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----s 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----s got the juice, but I got Corona Got a little spanish b---h that I call, my maricona Joyner Lucas, b---h, I'm hotter than a f-----g sauna Yeah, I make you n----s “elevate” All you new n----s don't do it for me, look B---h, 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 neck with a mouth full of cavities Bunch of lil' n----s tried grabbing me Five foot five, boy, you n----s like half of me You don't wanna see the other side of me Hard to make 'em happy, all these b-----s stay mad at me I just might take her around to Applebee's Give her long d--k and a strawberry daiquiri [Verse 3 – Chris Brown & Joyner Lucas] All the Cheesecake Factory bubbling, why your mumbling? Watch you utter, stop stuttering Watch you spin, let me double it Lime green ‘Rari, two twins, call 'em double mints If all you p---y n----s my kids, are in trouble then Shut up before I spank you for acting up Now I'm waking up in cabanas, b---h she bad as f--k And all gorillas don't want bananas, unless your chain is tucked You wiggity-wack with the strap You cross criss, make you jump I criss cross with the pump Ain't no b---h in the trunk Leave that s--t for the chumps I still get what I want Don't wanna believe in my mom, but you believe in my dump I'm taking a knee for my side, could give a f--k 'bout their owners N---a, look at my eyes, you 'bout to give me my bonus And every m-----------g record is a hit, if I record it “celebrate” And every m-----------g snitch up in this b---h, they reported “celebrate” You paved your way for this fade, and can't even afford it Seventy-five mill, look at me now “celebrate” And, all these bad b-----s can't keep their feet down “elevate” You don't really wanna see Brown Need to stop all that s--t talking, put the seat down Joyner, I don't really feel these n----s Hol' up, I ain't gotta pay to k** these n----s Time is money, need to f--k around and bill these n----s Vet, so I'm finna good will these n----s I'ma k** these n----s I should grill these n----s Take flex, Fresh Prince, Uncle Phil these n----s Oh s--t, I'm the s--t, you could smell me n---a Brake ribs, yeah, you don't want no real beef, n---a I say Asalam Alaikum when I tear apart the bacon Hoe, you acting like a pig, you f-----g filthy, n---a Now the police tryna locking up in the prison, said I'm guilty I said da da da da da, come and k** me n---a.. [Verse 4 – Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown] They must've forgotten I'm pyscho Oh you want war? Say no more Turn your f-----g block into a light show You better be sure, better be sure I'm the realest n---a, and that I know And I'm so bored, I might switch cars I'm saving a lotta money on Geico And neighbors knocking on my door, what the f--k you want? B---h, I'm Irak Listen n---a, mind your business, I'm so sick of n----s tryna be how I've been living my life Sick of rubbing shoulders, now I'm running over every m----------r who ain't wanna get in my ride I was watching, you was shopping Ain't never had the s--t in my side Now I'm popping, I'm popping, your b---h keep hitting my line It's complicated, keep f-----g up with my main b---h, giving it to the side b---h at the same d--n time Put it my face, never wasting it, I'ma lay in it, hit it, hit it, one more time And then I'ma proceed and play with the p---y You know I don't keep my cape on a hoodie But I give a uzi, it's a doozie, make a movie if you're acting so “celebrate”