Young Blacc - Partyin' Next Door lyrics

[Verse 1: Chris Brown] Baby you be on that old sh** I don't need that commotion Got me heated in the oven Don't play with the chopper, it's fully loaded Yeah, driving me crazy, driving me crazy No one but you, I feel so used, set up You supposed to be here in this foreign But you just disappeared like I'm not important [Hook: Chris Brown] Eh, you're what I need, I need you Heart on my sleeve, I need you Oh, you know I need you You f**ed up cause you partying next door You partying next door You partying next door You partying next door Said you partying, yeah [Verse 2: Young Blacc] She got 4 friends, I hope they go Double up and bring 4 more Hennessy and the Patron shots Make the white girls wanna get low HoodyBaby, my kin folk and OHB, I k** for That other party that's next door, we don't f** with n***as that save hoe Spanish chicks, they can take dick, black girls love to talk sh** White girls love the foreplay, handstand, make them turn tricks She took my proposition 'bout the pimping She know how to flip it, ain't come with interest She telling a nosey n***a mind his business Always hating cause they know we winning Grown man sh**, I don't need permission I don't give a damn if they real sisters n***a, I only f** with them freak hoes Beast mode, eat the p**y [Hook: Chris Brown] Eh, you're what I need, I need you Heart on my sleeve, I need you Oh, you know I need you You f**ed up cause you partying next door You partying next door You partying next door You partying next door Said you partying, yeah [Verse 3: Chris Brown] Downgrade, don't feel the same Got the nerve to say a n***a change, really? Only motherf**er put you in a gang How the hell you think they know your name? You trifling, you silly But I keep hoes on deck, what you know 'bout me? I'm the n***a takin fades, yelling OHB Overhand biscuit, you ain't out my reach b**hes wanna kiss dick every time I preach Got the Staples Centre, floor seats And it's 500 blocks with my OGs A n***a did a lid in the county A 100 million dollars, my n***as gon' eat I stayed fresh, I don't need no stylist I'm either mean or modest I don't need co-pilots OHB, we popping, n***a who gon' stop us? [Hook: Chris Brown] Eh, you're what I need, I need you Heart on my sleeve, I need you Oh, you know I need you You f**ed up cause you partying next door You partying next door You partying next door You partying next door Said you partying, yeah Eh, you're what I need, I need you Heart on my sleeve, I need you Oh, you know I need you You f**ed up cause you partying next door