Side Bitch

Lyrics

[Intro] (The Mob Group) [Chorus: Chris Brown] You ain't nothin' but trouble, yeah, yeah Girl, that's why you my side bitch Give your ass to all them niggas I just wanna fuck, no love Say you love me, bitch, you lyin' Give your ass to all them niggas She sexy, I want that I know she been leadin' me on He gave her a bottle of Rosé Watch that bitch turn off her phone She sneaky, can't believe Anythin' that come out her lips (Lips) Girl, that's why you my side bitch That's why you my side bitch [Verse 1: Chris Brown] Look, I'm takin' shots of D'USSÉ Te-Tellin' me you love me, better watch what you say Bi-Bitch, you a bird, I got a flock of groupies Lo-Lo-Lookin' for the money, bitch, I ball, I'm too paid What you, what you mean I ain't never committin'? Every nigga in LA done hit it I ain't throwin' no shade, lil' mama got amazin' titties Big booty but her brain is missin' Let me paint the picture Said she, said she couldn't see me tonight Had to go to work, had to get her weight up (Weight up) Fo-Fo-Forty-five minutes later, seen the bitch in the club with another nigga laid up (Laid up) With her triflin' ass, I guess this ho all about her paper I'm-I'm-I'ma do me I-I-I told her don't do me no favors (Favors) Thinkin' 'bout wildin' out Then the DJ startin' shoutin' me out Yeah, I'm finna send my niggas to the bitch crib While she fuckin' my niggas, run in the house Huh, I need to cool down, nigga Call myself Brown, you that nigga Get up off that mob shit (The Mob Group) A nigga really can't be mad about a side bitch, ha [Chorus: Chris Brown] You ain't nothin' but trouble, yeah, yeah Girl, that's why you my side bitch Give your ass to all them niggas I just wanna fuck, no love Say you love me, bitch, you lyin' Give your ass to all them niggas She sexy, I want that I know she been leadin' me on He gave her a bottle of Rosé Watch that bitch turn off her phone She sneaky, can't believe Anythin' that come out her lips (Lips) Girl, that's why you my side bitch That's why you my side bitch [Verse 2: Ray J] I-I-I got a lot of freaky reasons (Oh) Why-Why I call you my side chick (I-I-I call you my side chick, side chick) I-I fuck you every other season (Si-Si-Side chick, oh, yeah) Ba-Ba-Baby, you too much trouble for a nigga to be in (Si-Si-Side chick) That pussy feel so good A fucked up position for a nigga to be in (So fucked up, yeah) She got so much motivation, my side bitch Pu-Pu-Pussy good and hella tight A fucked up position for a nigga to be in (Ooh) Girl, we be fuckin' this bitch 'til she hate it Bo-Bottom bitches kinda crazy To-To-Too much trouble for a nigga to be in Si-Si-Side bitch tryna have my babies [Chorus: Chris Brown, Ray J, Chris Brown & Ray J] You ain't nothin' but trouble, yeah, yeah (Ooh, woah) Girl, that's why you my side bitch (Th-Th-That's why you my side chick, baby) Give your ass to all them niggas (All my niggas) I just wanna fuck, no love (Ooh) Say you love me, bitch, you lyin' Give your ass to all them niggas (Ooh, wanna let the homies get it) She sexy, I want that And I know she been leadin' me on He gave her a bottle of Rosé (Ooh) Watch that bitch turn off her phone She sneaky, can't believe Anythin' that come' out her lips (Can't believe anythin' this bitch talkin' 'bout) Girl, that's why you my side bitch (Ooh) That's why you my side bitch [Outro: Ray J] Yeah, ooh That's why That's why That's why (That's why) (The Mob Group)