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[Verse 1: Chris
in a bucket full of ice (yeah)
Better room, vroom, hear the Lambo (celebrate)
Bitch, better that I'm a sniper (yeah)
You know I'm 'bout to take you from man though (celebrate)
Pop up with the at artificial niggas actin' like bitches
It started up a epidemic
They don't make a difference, nigga we winnin', I'm plenty
Hunnid million platinum, it, you ain't gotta listen (celebrate)
You better down to me
Feel the dick, bitch, up your mouth for me
Now choke, talk to the dick,
I'm dope, bitch, comin' like Eenie Meenie Mo (celebrate)
I don't when I lose (I don't)
If I buy her them shoes, I don't like those (regulate)
Do that I want to
Think I'm gon' dance on the like Michael (elevate)

[Verse 2: Joyner & Chris Brown]
I'm drivin', I'm moonwalkin' in the sky with some shooters
We jump of the Buick, you duck and hide from the Rugers
A couple choppers, in the guitar with the music
Guess I'm and I use it, get stuck inside of the cubics
I never lie, but the truth is I'm fuckin' tired of these
And all my life want the food when it's time and the juice
But I'd rather die than to lose, it's a matter of 'fore I lose it
And strategize with the
in the trap like a boss, ooh
Ho, you know I'm drippin' the sauce, ooh
Pretty, with a full of scars
All they did was build me up, try to me apart
They ain't ever wanna (celebrate) like you have a
Call the doctor, heard the chopper make 'em do the
All you niggas sweet as candy, chocolate chip and Now and
Jolly Rancher, Snickers, and watermelon flavored
Get the paper, (celebrate) on the corner
Heard you niggas got the juice, but I got
Got a Spanish bitch, I call her maricona
Lucas, bitch, I'm hotter than a fuckin' sauna
Yeah, I you niggas (elevate)
All you new don't do it for me, look (woah)
Bitch I'm a professor, you a student to me,
shades on, like you cooler than me, wait (ayy)
All we do is win, you a to me
Rappers talk about battle me (Joyner)
You can't give me neck with a full of cavities
of lil' niggas tried grabbin' me (grabbin' me)
Five foot five, boy, you like half of me
You don't see the other side of me (yeah)
Hard to make 'em happy, all these stay mad at me
I just might her out to Applebee's (Applebee's)
Give her dick and a strawberry daiquiri

3: Chris Brown & Joyner Lucas]
Order Cheesecake Factory, bubblin', why you
What you utter? Stop stutterin', what you spend? Let me it
Lime green 'rari, two twins, 'em double mints
If all you pussy niggas my kids, I'm in trouble
Shut up 'fore I spank you for up
Now I'm wakin' up in cabanas, you bad as fuck
And all gorillas don't want bananas 'less your is tucked
You wiggity-wack with the strap, you cross Chris, make you
I criss-cross with the pump, no bricks in the trunk
Leave shit for the chumps, I still get what I want
wanna believe in my mind, but you believe in my dump
I'm takin' a for my side, could give a fuck 'bout they owners
look at my eyes, you 'bout to give me my bonus
And every record, that's a hit, I record it (celebrate)
And e'ry motherfuckin' snitch up in this bitch, they it (celebrate)
You paid your way for this and can't even afford it
mil', look at me now (celebrate)
And all these bad can't keep their feet down (elevate)
You don't really see Brown
Need to stop all that shit talkin', put the down
Joyner, I really feel these niggas
Hol' up, I ain't gotta pay to kill these
Time is money, need to fuck around and these niggas
Vet, so I'm finna good will niggas (celebrate)
I'ma show these niggas, I should grill these
flex, Fresh Prince, Uncle Phil these niggas
Oh shit, I'm the shit, you smell me, nigga
ribs, yeah, you don't want no real beef, nigga
I say As-salāmu ʿalaykum when I tear some bacon
Ho, you actin' like a pig, you fuckin' filthy,
Now the police tryna lock me in the prison, said, I'm
I said, Da da da da da, come and kill me,

4: Joyner Lucas, Chris Brown & Both]
They must have that I'm psycho (jheeze)
Oh, you want Say no more
your fuckin' block into a light show (Joyner)
You better be sure, better be
I'm the realest nigga that I
And I'm so bored, I switch cars
I a lotta money on Geico (jheeze)
The neighbors knockin' on my door, the fuck you want?
Bitch, I'm (jheeze)
Listen, nigga, your business, I'm so sick of niggas
Tellin' me how I livin' my life (Joyner)
Sick of bumpin' shoulders now I'm runnin'
motherfucker who ain't wanna get in my ride
I was watchin', you was
never had the shit in my size
Now I'm poppin', I'm
And your bitch keep my line
It's complicated, fuckin' up with my bitch
it to the side bitch at the same damn time
Puttin' my in it, never wastin' it
I'ma lay in it, hit it, hit it one time
And proceed and play with the pussy
You know I don't keep my on a hoodie
But I keep a Uzi, it's a doozie, make a movie if actin'
So (celebrate)