Album Name

Indigo (Extended)

Artist

Chris Brown

Genre

R&B/Soul

Release Date

2019.10.04

Release Agency

Sony Music

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Everything foreign nigga
Ooh
Bougie shit tell 'em
back back Back back
Runnin' around with the rat pack
Huh
That ass too fat
tell her back back What
Ain't doing no talkin
the choppa got kick back Blat
Ooh ooh
She won't be my boo My boo
I was broke now I got bitches
in my coupe Huh
Me and Breezy 50 hoes
by the group By the group
That's yo' bitch
she told a lie
ain't told the truth ooh
Ain't told the truth
I get her gone
Fuck her once she won't pick up
the phone What
I send her home Home
Give me the dome give me the dome
High-y high-y high
I'ma fly I'ma flatline
Outy when I drive
Bring me up bitch on both sides
Broke niggas always minus
wearin' designer
See me I beat it out the line
and it'll fuck ya spine up
High-y high-y high
Yeah baby flatline
Outy when I drive flatline
High-y high-y high
Yeah baby flatline
Outy when I drive
Bitch on both sides
When I do the dash bitch
I swear that they mouth wide
Hunnids countin' cash in a pair
of them off-whites
You need to bring
your ass over here
If your nigga wanna fight
bitch come outside
I'm off this Hennessy
too many shots
Don't give a fuck
Ain't no excuses
for bein' belligerent
just give me the bottle
Stop thinkin' about it
'til I'm on the floor
Switchin' lanes
caught in the paint
off the backboard
Ain't no way I'ma change
pussy got me goin'
High-y high-y high
I'ma fly I'ma flatline
Outy when I drive
Bring me up bitch on both sides
Broke niggas always minus
wearin' designer
See me I beat it out the line
and it'll fuck ya spine up
High-y high-y high
Yeah baby flatline
Outy when I drive flatline
High-y high-y high
Yeah baby flatline
Outy when I drive
Bitch on both sides
I say vroom vroom
808s gon' make your body shake
Look bitch boom boom
And when I get you
I'll knock that pussy
to the moon moon
If he trippin' grab that Smith
And I'ma knock his brain loose
Do what you do
These hatin' niggas got it bad
Nigga talkin' tough
into my lil' condo
and shot his ass
And if you mention me
then you gon' end up
in a body bag
Lil' mama
I ain't tryna fuck you
you ain't got a lot of ass
I need a lot of that yeah-yeah
High-y high-y high
I'ma fly I'ma flatline
Outy when I drive
Bring me up bitch on both sides
Broke niggas always minus
wearin' designer
See me I beat it out the line
and it'll fuck ya spine up
High-y high-y high
Yeah baby flatline
Outy when I drive flatline
High-y high-y high
Yeah baby flatline
Outy when I drive
Bitch on both sides

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Don't play me to the left no
'Fore I pull up
with that thing on me
I'm shootin' aimin' for the neck
And ain't nobody finna bang on me
Ayy I just check
my bank account
I'm goin' dumb as fuck
I point her
in the right direction
tell her Run it up
I put her in the Louis line
nigga one-to-ones
But we don't fight
I take this 40 off my waist
just like a tummy tuck
I don't speak much
unless it's money so
If they don't know me personal
then I don't take it personal
They love you when you wins
high let you know Let you know
But when your wins low
they treat you like a Urkel
I learn that family don't
always matter Yeah whoa
I send these shots around your
dome now you silent
Yeah-yeah yeah-yeah
Ayy I'm just tryna buy me
a big place Big place
I'm just tryna buy me a lawyer
help me beat the case
I'm just tryna fuck you
let you lead the way The way
And if we can't make it
to the bed do it on the way
Don't play me to the left no
'Fore I pull up
with that thing on me
I'm shootin'
aimin' for the neck oh
And ain't nobody finna bang on me
I got your bitch
she coming over Woo
She gon' bring her friend too
Woo
They gon' pop and bend it over
Woo
Like that pussy brand new
Get her an Uber when it's over
Fuck that just hop up
in the coupe
What you gon' do
'Cause you can't really
put the blame on us
If there's a problem
I'ma pop up
I'ma shoot out the roof
You need to stop it 'fore
I make your mama
really miss you
Ain't throwin' spirals
really big bullets
and a couple missiles
I hit your bitch up
that Friday
and I told her to choose
She told me
Yeah we on for the nightcap
I know your nigga won't like that
Get his cap killed
in his life jack'
That's why I don't take a day off
Hustle like every day
is the Playoffs
Damn right we fuckin' winnin'
Don't like me
fuck your feelings Feelings
Money up to the ceilin' Ceilin'
Smoke weed I'm up there
with it There with it
Like murder make a killin'
See murder for no limit
White people in my business
Black women give me kisses
With all these snitches it
ain't safe no more No more
Niggas sayin' names
and they showin' up
to court Court
I'ma take a shot have one before
Before I light this bitch up
and shoot it off the backboard
You got me fucked up
Don't play me to the left no
'Fore I pull up
with that thing on me
I'm shootin'
aimin' for the neck oh
And ain't nobody finna bang on me
I got your bitch
she coming over Woo
She gon' bring
her friend too Woo
They gon' pop
and bend it over Woo
Like that pussy brand new
Get her an Uber when it's over
Fuck that just hop up
in the coupe
What you gon' do
'Cause you can't really
put the blame on us
Ooh huh huh huh
I might slide in it Slide in it
I like bad bitches Bad
Bentley 350s Skrrt
I got three with me Ooh
It's a blame game Blame game
Let my chains swang Swang
I don't know her name What
All these hoes the same Yeah
She want Chanel on her Chanel
Birkin bags she was rackin'
sale on 'em Ooh
I got the nail on her
Fuckin' friends
and she think I'ma tell her Ooh
In my coupe I got two
Niggas mad I got the juice
I'ma smash on your boo Smash
I got cash on me too
She won't play me to the left
I'm a rich nigga to death Death
She gon' pull up with the neck
Boss up for a check Check
Know he want her
She got red bottoms on her
On her
If I fuck her two times
she a goner Huh
Don't play me to the left no
'Fore I pull up
with that thing on me
I'm shootin'
aimin' for the neck oh
And ain't nobody finna bang on me
I got your bitch she coming over
She gon' bring her friend too
They gon' pop and bend it over
Like that pussy brand new
Get her an Uber when it's over
Fuck that just hop up
in the coupe
What you gon' do
'Cause you can't really
put the blame on us