No Such Thing By Chris Brown
[HoodyBaby]
Fat fly ***, real drink sipper
Hundred thou’ in Vegas with a hundred bad ***
Stars in the Wraith, you can see the Big Dipper
Ice in my face, you can see the big picture
I’m HoodyBaby, that’s my ***
Think I’m thinkin’ ’bout a ***, but I’m thinkin’ bout the brick
And if you comin’ by yourself, I’ma dip
‘Cause only two *** satisfy my ***
No such thing as too many drinks
Follow me, and I’ma turn you out
Put that *** in my face now
Yeah, we ’bout to go twelve rounds now
Now let me touch it
Let me rub it
Lately been spendin’ money like, “*** it”
I never trust her, but go on, bust it
Bend it over, shake somethin’, don’t cuff it
I want you, you, and her, that’s the liquor talkin’
Come off them shoes and that purse, that’s my niggas talkin’
I’m super smooth off them Perc’s, got me moonwalkin’
Got my hand up her skirt, she screamin’ out, “Ooh, papi”
I ain’t with the actin’, save the cappin’ for a sucker
Hop up on my ***, lick the tip, I need a nasty muhfucka
A bad *** that get her back from her mama
I’ma need a stack, she gon’ throw it back, show me somethin’
No such thing as too many drinks
Follow me, and I’ma turn you out
Put that *** in my face now
Yeah, we ’bout to go twelve rounds now
Now let me touch it
Let me rub it
Lately been spendin’ money like, “*** it”
I never trust her, but go on, bust it
Bend it over, shake somethin’, don’t cuff it