That Nigga

Lyrics

[Intro] (League of Starz) (Sorry Jaynari) [Verse 1: Chris Brown] Ha, Franck Muller, the face like a computer (Yeah) Poppin' them bottles, sprayin' the Ace like Aruga You got beef, I got shooters (Yeah) And your bitch about to give me brain, watch me school her, listen Let me lick it, put it out, make it pop, pop I'ma cuff the pussy, she think she fucked a cop (Ha) And then I put it back in, make her back bend And then I fuck her girlfriend like what's happenin'? Haha, oh, baby, for sure, baby Tell that blockin' ass bitch, let go, baby Fuck her, just do you and do me Haha, bitch mad 'cause she ugly (Yeah) You know, I be ballin' like a bitch Made my own condoms 'cause these bitches on my dick (Huh) Pluto, I be higher than a bitch (Yeah) You know, flyer than a bitch, my car like a spaceship (Yeah) [Chorus: Chris Brown, Kid Red] That nigga, that nigga Everybody know I'm that nigga (You know) All this money lookin' like a fat nigga (Fat) And I bought them killers, better back, back, nigga (Stay, baow) Back, back, nigga (Brah!) And I bought them killers, better back, back, nigga (Wow, baow) That nigga, that nigga (Bag that nigga, ayy) Everybody know I'm that nigga (Oh) [Verse 2: Kid Red] I'm a player, somebody grab my uniform The bitch head on point like a unicorn I really keep it G, I went to school for the bitches I'm about to fuck you at the locker, tryna kiss her You just talk to 'em, I take 'em home for detention Just another sex victim that I never call or mention Gotta keep it pimpin', sorry, that's your sister But I'm on a mission, tell that ho to keep her distance Look, I keep a couple hoes in the studio Rollin' with my wolves with them nines like Rubio Hoes stop and stare 'cause my pinky glare Got a hood bitch that let me fuck her on the stairs She say she needs some J's, so I cop a couple pairs I got a private Lear that'll take her everywhere though Where your bitch at? She with me, nigga Kid Red, I'm in the streets, nigga [Chorus: Chris Brown] That nigga, that nigga Everybody know I'm that nigga (You know) All this money lookin' like a fat nigga (Fat) And I bought them killers, better back, back, nigga (Stay, baow) Back, back, nigga (Brah!) And I bought them killers, better back, back, nigga (Wow, baow) That nigga, that nigga Everybody know I'm that nigga [Verse 3: Chris Brown] Everybody know I'm that nigga I'm about to take that ho from that nigga Ha, here we go, I'm that nigga "Fuck you, Chris," hatin' ass nigga She 'bout to pop the pills, I just bought the roll up Put the dick up on her head, that's a weight up on her shoulders I ain't fuckin' ratchet pussy 'cause that shit is like Ebola In the club, I'm like, "Hold up" Fuck a club soda, need the Ace, I spray it on her face She fuck with broke niggas, old nigga made her pay I told her, "I'ma buy the bar 'long as I can get a taste" Then she bend that ass over and I grabbed her by the waist, told her drop it for me Damn, that ass sick, I got a doctor for it My dick got her singin' high, opera on her Her boyfriend start to trip, niggas pop up on him Like blocka, blocka, body bag 'cause I'm [Chorus: Chris Brown] That nigga, that nigga Everybody know I'm that nigga (You know) All this money lookin' like a fat nigga (Fat) And I bought them killers, better back, back, nigga (Stay, baow) Back, back, nigga (Brah!) And I bought them killers, better back, back, nigga (Wow, baow) That nigga, that nigga Everybody know I'm that nigga