Let the Blunt Go

Lyrics

[Intro] (League of Starz) (Sorry Jaynari) [Verse 1: Chris Brown] Gold chains, gold chains Gettin' money, gon' and watch these hoes change I'm in the party, got these bitches off of molly and they rollin' Bitches poppin' pills like it's for pain In their eyes, I'm the shit Molly probably fantasizin' all about my dick Only one real nigga, take a pic And all you haters, I'ma take your bitch [Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown] Every nigga in the club see the same ho With the same friends, all they do is change clothes Try to bowl and these pussies say their lane closed If you fuckin' for your rent, you a lame ho Oops, yeah, I said that Half of y'all niggas in here frontin', where your bread at? I-I-I-I, gon' stutter rap Thought so, can't do it like this, broke nigga [Chorus: Chris Brown] If say you got to work, why you in the club, ho? Hell no, you can't smoke my drugs, so Now you in the club tryna fuck, no love, ho How you do that there? Bitch, let the blunt go Say you got to work, why you in the club, ho? Hell no, you can't smoke my drugs, so Now you in the club tryna fuck, no love, ho How you do that there? Bitch, let the blunt go [Verse 2: Chris Brown] Too many cars, a parade when I pull up Glass jaw, catch a fade, that's a chin up If you ain't lookin', I'ma eat your ho for dinner She said that she a virgin, but I fucked her in Virginia, haha I ate her at the Supper Club Bad bitches at Greystone, but they just some runner ups Now every nigga in here seein' if you tryna fuck And every nigga in here schemin', gon' try your luck Ha, I'm A-1 No steak sauce, nigga, they spray dumb It's like ratatatat cross your baseball cap A couple holes in your face like Jason [Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown] Every nigga in the club see the same ho With the same friends, all they do is change clothes Try to bowl and these pussies say their lane closed If you fuckin' for your rent, you a lame ho Oops, yeah, I said that Half of y'all niggas in here frontin', where your bread at? I-I-I-I, gon' stutter rap Thought so, can't do it like this, broke nigga [Chorus: Chris Brown, Problem] If say you got to work, why you in the club, ho? Hell no, you can't smoke my drugs, so Now you in the club tryna fuck, no love, ho How you do that there? Bitch, let the blunt go Say you got to work, why you in the club, ho? Hell no, you can't smoke my drugs, so (Diamond) Now you in the club tryna fuck, no love, ho (What?) How you do that there? (Problem) Bitch, let the blunt go (Huh?) [Verse 3: Problem] Oh, yeah, be that boy chachi Blowin' bomb, kamikaze, hella rocky You gettin' sloppin' toppy from your papi Tell him knock me Oh, shit, your man on there's off a show Drop me like a bad habit A rare hater, tough shit Don't motherfuckin' work like a broke gadget (Nope) Pretty boy with him, so savage He eat these pussies 'round me before toe taggin' on my mind (What?) [Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown] Every nigga in the club see the same ho With the same friends, all they do is change clothes Try to bowl and these pussies say their lane closed If you fuckin' for your rent, you a lame ho Oops, yeah, I said that Half of y'all niggas in here frontin', where your bread at? I-I-I-I, gon' stutter rap Thought so, can't do it like this, broke nigga [Chorus: Chris Brown] If say you got to work, why you in the club, ho? Hell no, you can't smoke my drugs, so Now you in the club tryna fuck, no love, ho How you do that there? Bitch, let the blunt go Say you got to work, why you in the club, ho? Hell no, you can't smoke my drugs, so Now you in the club tryna fuck, no love, ho How you do that there? Bitch, let the blunt go