Chris Brown: Iffy
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Chris Brown: Iffy
Ayy
Pinky ring worth 'bout two-fifty (Ooh, ayy)
Two-tone my Lambo', that's drippy (Ooh, ayy)
Bottle after bottle, now she tipsy (Ooh)
Can't trust these hoes 'cause they iffy (Ooh, ayy)
I know that your best friend gon' slide now (Ooh, ayy)
Party at my house, that's a vibe now (Ooh, ayy)
Pullin' all these hoes like LeBron now (Ooh)
She spinnin' off the top, that's a freestyle
Ayy, I'm 'bout to run it up
I'm 'bout to pull up in that motherfuckin' Bentley truck (Ayy)
Got some bad bitches in it, 'bout to fuck it up (Ayy)
And we takin' shit over just to sum it up, sum it up
Yeah, I need my commas, lil' bitch
I ain't playin', man, I put that on my mama and shit
24 on the jersey, just for mama and shit
Vince Carter on that beat, I broke my arm through the rim
It's your birthday, put your hands in the air, it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a fuck 'cause that's your birthday
You should be throwin' that back in the first place
It's Breezy, I know you heard of me
Ooh, yeah
Pinky ring worth 'bout two-fifty (Ooh, ayy)
Two-tone my Lambo', that's drippy (Ooh, ayy)
Bottle after bottle, now she tipsy (Ooh)
Can't trust these hoes 'cause they iffy (Ooh, ayy)
I know that your best friend gon' slide now (Ooh, ayy)
Party at my house, that's a vibe now (Ooh, ayy)
Pullin' all these hoes like LeBron now (Ooh)
She spinnin' off the top, that's a freestyle
I'm about to turn it up a hundred degrees
Got my baby goin' up, fly overseas
I don't know where your girl is, she missin'
I'm a bad boy like a Detroit Piston
Nigga, I might smash on your bitch, Mitch Richmond
Cookin' up that hot shit, yeah, we in the kitchen
You been workin' out, girl, lookin' real fancy
The way you make it clap, tonight I might care for you
It's your birthday, put your hands in the air, it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a fuck 'cause that's your birthday
You should be throwin' that back in the first place
It's Breezy, I know you heard of me
Ooh, yeah (Ooh, ayy)
Pinky ring worth 'bout two-fifty (Ooh, ayy)
Two-tone my Lambo', that's drippy (Ooh, ayy)
Bottle after bottle, now she tipsy (Ooh)
Can't trust these hoes 'cause they iffy (Ooh, ayy)
I know that your best friend gon' slide now (Ooh, ayy)
Party at my house, that's a vibe now (Ooh, ayy)
Pullin' all these hoes like LeBron now (Ooh)
She spinnin' off the top, that's a freestyle
Yeah, let's play, your body makes me feel a way
Just make it shake, I want you to put it all in my face
Make it nasty
Bad bitch (Bad), walked in (Walked), her friends locked in (Yeah)
Top ten (Woah), toxic I am, yes, ma'am (Yeah-yeah)
And if they hatin' on you, I might have to kick them out 'cause
It's your birthday (It's your birthday), put your hands in the air, it's your birthday (Birthday)
And you know we don't give a fuck 'cause that's your birthday (Birthday, yeah)
You should be throwin' that back in the first place (First)
It's Breezy, I know you heard of me
Ooh, yeah
Pinky ring worth 'bout two-fifty (Two-fifty, oh, ayy)
Two-tone my Lambo', that's drippy (Yeah-yeah, I did that, ooh, ayy)
Bottle after bottle, now she tipsy (Tipsy, yeah)
Can't trust these hoes 'cause they iffy (Ooh, ayy)
I know that your best friend gon' slide now (I know, ooh, ayy)
Party at my house, that's a vibe now (Vibe, ooh, ayy)
Pullin' all these hoes like LeBron now (Ooh)
She spinnin' off the top, that's a freestyle (Freestyle)
Pinky ring worth 'bout two-fifty (Ooh, ayy)
Two-tone my Lambo', that's drippy (Ooh, ayy)
Bottle after bottle, now she tipsy (Ooh)
Can't trust these hoes 'cause they iffy (Ooh, ayy)
I know that your best friend gon' slide now (Ooh, ayy)
Party at my house, that's a vibe now (Ooh, ayy)
Pullin' all these hoes like LeBron now (Ooh)
She spinnin' off the top, that's a freestyle
Ayy, I'm 'bout to run it up
I'm 'bout to pull up in that motherfuckin' Bentley truck (Ayy)
Got some bad bitches in it, 'bout to fuck it up (Ayy)
And we takin' shit over just to sum it up, sum it up
Yeah, I need my commas, lil' bitch
I ain't playin', man, I put that on my mama and shit
24 on the jersey, just for mama and shit
Vince Carter on that beat, I broke my arm through the rim
It's your birthday, put your hands in the air, it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a fuck 'cause that's your birthday
You should be throwin' that back in the first place
It's Breezy, I know you heard of me
Ooh, yeah
Pinky ring worth 'bout two-fifty (Ooh, ayy)
Two-tone my Lambo', that's drippy (Ooh, ayy)
Bottle after bottle, now she tipsy (Ooh)
Can't trust these hoes 'cause they iffy (Ooh, ayy)
I know that your best friend gon' slide now (Ooh, ayy)
Party at my house, that's a vibe now (Ooh, ayy)
Pullin' all these hoes like LeBron now (Ooh)
She spinnin' off the top, that's a freestyle
I'm about to turn it up a hundred degrees
Got my baby goin' up, fly overseas
I don't know where your girl is, she missin'
I'm a bad boy like a Detroit Piston
Nigga, I might smash on your bitch, Mitch Richmond
Cookin' up that hot shit, yeah, we in the kitchen
You been workin' out, girl, lookin' real fancy
The way you make it clap, tonight I might care for you
It's your birthday, put your hands in the air, it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a fuck 'cause that's your birthday
You should be throwin' that back in the first place
It's Breezy, I know you heard of me
Ooh, yeah (Ooh, ayy)
Pinky ring worth 'bout two-fifty (Ooh, ayy)
Two-tone my Lambo', that's drippy (Ooh, ayy)
Bottle after bottle, now she tipsy (Ooh)
Can't trust these hoes 'cause they iffy (Ooh, ayy)
I know that your best friend gon' slide now (Ooh, ayy)
Party at my house, that's a vibe now (Ooh, ayy)
Pullin' all these hoes like LeBron now (Ooh)
She spinnin' off the top, that's a freestyle
Yeah, let's play, your body makes me feel a way
Just make it shake, I want you to put it all in my face
Make it nasty
Bad bitch (Bad), walked in (Walked), her friends locked in (Yeah)
Top ten (Woah), toxic I am, yes, ma'am (Yeah-yeah)
And if they hatin' on you, I might have to kick them out 'cause
It's your birthday (It's your birthday), put your hands in the air, it's your birthday (Birthday)
And you know we don't give a fuck 'cause that's your birthday (Birthday, yeah)
You should be throwin' that back in the first place (First)
It's Breezy, I know you heard of me
Ooh, yeah
Pinky ring worth 'bout two-fifty (Two-fifty, oh, ayy)
Two-tone my Lambo', that's drippy (Yeah-yeah, I did that, ooh, ayy)
Bottle after bottle, now she tipsy (Tipsy, yeah)
Can't trust these hoes 'cause they iffy (Ooh, ayy)
I know that your best friend gon' slide now (I know, ooh, ayy)
Party at my house, that's a vibe now (Vibe, ooh, ayy)
Pullin' all these hoes like LeBron now (Ooh)
She spinnin' off the top, that's a freestyle (Freestyle)
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