Niggas In Paris (Remix)

[T-Pain]

It's your turn Chris

Lets go baby

I said let's go,



[Chris Brown]

Look, I just came to get rid of every n*gga

To murder every rapper, watch a n*gga come up outta me

I'm stuntin' hard on these muthaf*ckas

Flying on the VMA's. Evel Knievel, the n*gga proud of me

I'm drinking this shit til 5 in the morning

Your girls number 1 pick, call me Mr Lottery

I let a hater n*gga die, POW, like it's suicide

I ain't giving no more f*ckin' apologies

Stunt so hard, that shit crazy

Ain't shit free, f*ck you pay me

Heron flow from the 80′s, my chain on me like we made it

My Kinfolk got 10 hoes, 5 whites, 2 blacks like 3 Asians

My Benzo got damn hoe, n*gga take this shit I'm too faded

Go 'head and bring yo crown over

Ass kisser, brown noser, f*ck yo luck, I smoke clovers

I'm partying with boat owners

Marilyn Monroe hoes all on us

Rookie tryna get ya signing bonus

N*gga look at my chain man, I paint ya face, you a clown homie

Not tryna throw subliminal, my Porsche got 4?

Even if it's just 10 of y'all

I put in the old school and you pin up dolls, yes

That shit crazy, don't you play me

You tryna get on this bus, b*tch sign this waiver

Hol' up, hol' up, gimme that Chardonnay and that Marvin Gaye shit

But hol' up, my conversation too complicated, this b*tch too basic

You ain't no groupie girl and you know that I won't say shit

You got skeletons in your closet

I got aliens in my basement