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    [Chris Brown & Tyga]
    Girl, you know we got the time
    Got that pussy on my mind, later on, what are we doing?
    I know you're ready, show that ass
    Girl, you looking so bad, getting horny
    Watching you do it
    Girl, I wanna kiss it
    While you kissing your girlfriends
    I wanna see a whole lot of licking, that's a memory
    Yeah, bet I make that pussy remember me

    [Chris Brown]
    Ha, look, I be banging all on that beat
    808, she got the bass when her booty shake
    She got her friends with her and they a sight to see
    All that ass, don't let it go to waste
    All this Hennessy, this liquor, 'bout to penetrate
    While I'm pushing Lamborghini's on the interstate
    I long-dick her, I'mma go for hours
    You minute-made like lemonade
    I'm fresh as fuck in these Margielas
    I skate past, a nigga better than veterans
    Bipolar cold, give me the medicine
    My chain too bright, no Thomas Edison
    When I pull it out, bitch nervous
    Better ride this wave, bitch, surf it
    Girl, you better keep them legs open
    Only thing you close is these curtains
    And she only got time for a nigga if I take her out to eat
    A nigga really gotta motivate
    Man, that's too much work for the pussy
    I don't work for the pussy, nigga really don't communicate
    Ha, I'd rather lick it like a dinner plate
    I'd rather keep my money in a safe
    Ha, bitch, I ain't got time to play
    I need it now, not a minute late, ha

    [Chris Brown & Tyga]
    Girl, you know we got the time
    Got that pussy on my mind, later on, what are we doing?
    I know you're ready, show that ass
    Girl, you looking so bad, getting horny
    Watching you do it
    Girl, I wanna kiss it
    While you kissing your girlfriends
    I wanna see a whole lot of licking, that's a memory
    Yeah, bet I make that pussy remember me

    [Tyga]
    Bow your head to a king, nigga
    Dreams house, my dreams bigger
    Got a deck of cards if my heart switch up
    Ace of spades, her eyes lit up
    Diamonds glitter in my car, thriller
    She pray for me, that's God willing
    I'm hard to break, my bars prison
    Her new name, Ass-Zilla
    She love a nigga and that pussy tight
    Come through, fuck you all night
    Some foreplay, that's all right
    But she rather do number 69
    High notes, it's prime time
    On a couch, hit it from behind
    Hit you with that large stroke
    Now she fiending for that good dope, yeah
    Ha, that's my bae, she cook and clean, I got it made
    Handcuff like she a slave, touch ya
    Let ya tongue taste
    So high, no ceiling space, numb to it
    Can't feel her face
    Yeah, she numb to it, can't feel her face

    [Chris Brown & Tyga]
    Girl, you know we got the time
    Got that pussy on my mind, later on, what are we doing?
    I know you're ready, show that ass
    Girl, you looking so bad, getting horny
    Watching you do it
    Girl, I wanna kiss it
    While you kissing your girlfriends
    I wanna see a whole lot of licking, that's a memory
    Yeah, bet I make that pussy remember me

    [Chris Brown]
    Blowing up the line on my cellular
    She wanna lock a nigga down, on the regular
    Talking crazy to me like she own the dick
    But I don't trust her as far as I can throw the bitch, ha
    Momma told me to find a keeper
    But I switch like designer sneakers
    A girl with the finest features
    Every nigga wanna talk to her
    But I got her first, finders keepers
    Violins in the back, is my theme music
    Her ass on my mind, I dream booty
    Any nigga tryna fuck my bitch
    Then it's off with his head, how kings do it
    My rings ruby, red bandana
    I stay wooping
    Got too many cribs, I stay moving
    Three Lambos, I stay couping
    Ha, but you don't hear me though
    Virginia to the Westside
    Car foreign, the girl sit on the left side
    Smoking weed on the plane, that's the best high
    She gotta sign the waiver 'fore I let her fly
    Helipad on the boat
    Chilling in the South of France, Saint-Tropez, Nice, Monaco
    But nothing compare to what's in my pants
    Girl, stop playing

    [Chris Brown & Tyga]
    Girl, you know we got the time
    Got that pussy on my mind, later on, what are we doing?
    I know you're ready, show that ass
    Girl, you looking so bad, getting horny
    Watching you do it
    Girl, I wanna kiss it
    While you kissing your girlfriends
    I wanna see a whole lot of licking, that's a memory
    Yeah, bet I make that pussy remember me

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