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[Chorus: Chris Brown]
I don’t need no niggas in my section
All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches ah
I don’t need no niggas in my section
All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches ah
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Look, higher than the moon, nigga what up?
I hear ’em wolfing, a nigga need to shut up
While I’m in the pussy, face down and the butt up
You ain’t shit to her, and me I’m just a fuck up
Fuck a hand shake nigga we ain’t brothers
On that West side where they repping for they colours
Talking big shit, cause my dick will make you stutter
All up in your face like it’s butter, nutter
Right now, make her scream my name and pipe her right down
Nasty on the dick bitch, give a nigga a wipedown
Twenty four inches, I’m rolling on chrome, my niggas are smoking on that loud
Bitches try to flaunt, I’mma blow they back out
I ain’t thinking ’bout a nigga walk past you
Bitch stole my blunt and said she like my tattoos
I’m that dude, I slang wood, that bamboo
But when she drop it on that dick she a damn fool
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
I don’t need no niggas in my section
All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches ah
I don’t need no niggas in my section
All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches ah
All these bitches I don’t wanna see no niggas
All these bitches I don’t wanna see no niggas
Really really though, all these bitches, I don’t want no niggas
Cause the real niggas that posted up already with us
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Yeah, it’s a habit, in the club bottle magic
Fucking with these ratchets, no purses they got baskets
It’s a hand out, these bitches high fiening guess they addicts
And I ask them are you in like Patrick
Playing with the pussy like it’s Madden, fire like a dragon
The one say she like me then they all bandwagon
Chearleading ass hoes, but they pretty like a pageant
She said she’d let me cut, I got to stab it, for real though
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Tyga]
Audemars, big bitch, big tipper
SuperClub, 20,000 for the liquor
See the bitch I’m with, probably never get her
No counting bottles, they for broke niggas
Been the corner posted up with the dome giver
Money flowing like wet pussy, that’s a long river
So you got your bitch on lock, I slim jim her
It’s that time of the month, fuck timber
All my niggas got a bottle with a blunt lit up
'Fore you cup up, throw your set up
Hop in this bitch ’til the club lights lit up, leave with her
Big spender, a bitch shut up
T-Killa illuminati all through your body
She blow me like a twelve gauge shawty you feel me
Pull up in the 'rari, the fucking life of the party
I’m getting hoes regardless, before this rap shit, I’m honest
[Chorus]
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