Stranger Things (Explicit)

Stranger Things (Explicit) - Joyner Lucas/Chris Brown

Written by：Chris Brown/Joyner Lucas

Chris Brown：

Bottles and a bucket full of ice yeah

Better make room vroom hear the Lambo celebrate

B**ch better believe that I'ma sniper yeah

You know I'm about to take you from your man though so celebrate

Pop up with the ch**per

And artificial n**gas acting like b**ches it done started up a epidemic

It don't make a difference n**ga we winning I'm plenty grinning

A hundred million platinum f**king you ain't got to listen celebrate

You better step down to me

Feel the d**k b**ch open up your mouth for me

Now choke talk to the d**k honestly

I'm d**e b**ch coming like Eenie Meenie Miney mo celebrate

I don't like when I lose if I don't buy her 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

Joyner Lucas/Chris Brown：

While I'm driving I'm moonwalking 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**king 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**gas 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**gas got the juice but I got Corona

Got a little Spanish b**ch that I call my maricona

Joyner Lucas b**ch I'm hotter than a f**king sauna

Yeah I make you n**gas elevate

All you new n**gas don't do it for me look

B**ch 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 n**k with a mouth full of cavities

Bunch of lil' n**gas tried grabbing me grabbing me

Five foot five boy you n**gas like half of me

You don't wanna see the other side of me yeah

Hard to make 'em happy all these b**ches stay mad at me

I just might take her around to Applebee's Applebee's

Give her long d**k and a strawberry daiquiri

Chris Brown/Joyner Lucas:

All the Cheesecake Factory bubbling why your mumbling

Watch you utter stop stuttering

What you spend Let me double it

Nah

Lime green 'Rari two twins call 'em double mints

If all you p**sy n**gas my kids are in trouble then

Shut up before I spank you for acting up

Now I'm waking up in cabanas cause 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 bricks in the trunk

Leave that sh*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

Ni**a look at my eyes you 'bout to give me my bonus

And every motherf**king record is a hit if I record it celebrate

And every motherf**king snitch up in this b**ch 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**ches can't keep their feet down elevate

You don't really wanna see Brown

Need to stop all that sh*t talking put the seat down

Joyner I don't really feel these n**gas

Hol' up I ain't gotta pay to kill these n**gas

Time is money need to f**k around and bill these n**gas

Vet so I'm finna good will these n**gas

I'ma kill these n**gas

I should grill these n**gas

Take flex Fresh Prince Uncle Phil these n**gas

Oh sh*t I'm the sh*t you could smell me n**ga

Break ribs yeah you don't want no real beef n**ga

I say As salāmu 'alaykum when I tear apart the bacon

Hoe you acting like a pig you f**king filthy n**ga

Now the police tryna locking up in the prison said I'm guilty

I said da da da da da come and kill me n**ga

Joyner Lucas/Chris Brown：

They must've forgotten I'm pyscho

Oh you want war

Say no more

Turn your f**king block into a light show Joyner

You better be sure better be sure

I'm the realest n**ga 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**ch I'm Irak

Listen n**ga mind your business

I'm so sick of n**gas telling me how I've been living my life

Sick of rubbing shoulders

Now I'm running over every motherf**ker who ain't wanna get in my ride

I was watching you was shopping

Ain't never had the sh*t in my side

Now I'm popping I'm popping your b**ch keed**np hitting my line

It's complicated keep f**king up with my main

B**ch giving it to the side b**ch 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**sy

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