Chris Brown - Save The DramaLyrics

Gun shots, we lots Hennessy, I don't really like scotch At the don when I'm talking to the dutch And the man with the pockets like fam you up Dippers and the wait notes Black man says he's hit a lick, better keep your face down Get loud when that kick sound You miss it, don't count up No tops, no tops Go to collect, we in Paris when we shop You gotta give the man props Your girl love a man lots Fuck it, I'm on that pussy like a rumpa If I tag her, gotta have her have a bumper All that pussy got that fire like a dragon And I know she got that wagon from her mama Call it a homicide how she do The guys in Jamaica, man jealous Make me terrified I can tell you skilled cause you using your melody Oh, no no no no Light another blunt then we gon' light up the floor Smoking all that ganja you can smell through the door Sex tape never, 'less she let me record And I know where your head's at Got your attitude from your mama And I don't wanna set back Just do me a favor and save the drama Get the baddest bitch and treat it like the worst Popping the Henny, tripping if you fuck the pussy first We gon' fuck, I'm gon' fuck or we gon' fall in love I will get 'em once, fucking, fucking with the plug Bitches texting, I'm a dog fetching Bitch I'm on, no flexing, fuck a 100 besties See that's just for that extra Range, she'd to forget them Your body's under my belt, just to make it official I forget that he mission, never forget the pistol Thinking all the way in, killing and leave the victims I got trust issues, I might think you tripping Really I be tripping, rolling with all the spitting West is, this the gang, bitch you better catch it 'Fore you be over tested, rather pull up in a Bentley Used to pull up in Chevys, I'm the kind that can get enough I'm the kind that can get the paper cause I can't get enough nigga Call it a homicide how she do The guys in Jamaica, man jealous Make me terrified I can tell you skilled cause you using your melody Oh, no no no no Light another blunt then we gon' light up the floor Smoking all that ganja you can smell through the door Sex tape never, 'less she let me record And I know where your head's at Got your attitude from your mama And I don't wanna set back Just do me a favor and save the drama Likkle waste girl Lick her waste girl Lick di poom poom Like di taste girl I done made love in the strangest places I'm a real plug move things on the daily Like di mon on the moon I'll be safe Smoke di ganja mi ugh Everyday I'm a rider, she a rider Hold the Glock 9 right on side her Hit the high notes like Mariah Body feel electric when the vibe is right I'm a drug I'm 'a get you high tonight Fall in love with me Pussy mine tonight I could see you want me Pull you closely Sound on silent Ignore the phone ring Deep breath Hands on knees Just get it Real small waist Fat ass, lil titties Email please gates don't do digits Mouth on bling just spent 2 million Laid back, low key, big lean sipping S63 coupe yeeee I'm whipping Heroin trap back street move chickens New boo thing on fleek roof missing Chris B hit me, dip through kick it Straps on lap Big shit I give her Hat to the back Lot of tats I'm chillin' Matter of fact Big racks I give her Kevin Gates don't hang Bae stop slippin' Bullshit make a real nigga lose interest Oh, no no no no Light another blunt then we gon' light up the floor Smoking all that ganja you can smell through the door Sex tape never, 'less she let me record And I know where your head's at Got your attitude from your mama And I don't wanna set back Just do me a favor and save the drama