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Tyga

"b*tches N Marijuana"

[Hook: Chris Brown]
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Peel any girl that I wanna, got b*tches and marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you a problem
Peel any girl that I wanna, got b*tches and marijuana
I got 'em, I got 'em
Ooh, she dance, she don't do it for free
I got 'em, I got 'em
Got b*tches and marijuana

[Verse 1: Tyga]
T-ballin', globetrotter
Got a bunch of pre-rolls and a gold lighter
Think you on fire? You gon' need more fire
I tell her that's all you get like Street Fighter
Nah, walk with me, yeah, talk to me
That body cold, chess game like a pawn to me
She wanna ride with me, kick it and vibe with me
I got that long clip, fall asleep to the movie
Motherf*ckin' goonies, Cartier rubies
Coupe, no top, yeah I took off the Kufi
I'm high, I'm woozie, D'usse, I'm doosing
I might just be right with my b*tch in Jacuzzi
Right, n*gga, gettin' right, n*gga
I'mma knock that pus*y out, fight night n*gga
I'mma light it up, pass it to the right n*gga
All b*tches at the crib, don't invite n*ggas, yeah

[Hook: Chris Brown]
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Peel any girl that I wanna, got b*tches and marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you a problem
(you a problem)
Peel any girl that I wanna, got b*tches and marijuana
I got 'em, I got 'em
Ooh, she dance, she don't do it for free
I got 'em, I got 'em
Got b*tches and marijuana

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Pull up, got the fat sack
With some clean motherf*ckers, no hood rats
Yeah we suited and booted, you know your b*tch 'bout to toot it
She want love from a n*gga, that's a heart attack, yack
Loud pack, give me all of that
Don't be sending naked pics cause my phone tapped
Black mask, duffel bag and a hundred racks
I don't snitch but I could show you where the money at
Me n*gga
It's right here
Got girls and they all on my lap, they with me n*gga
Hell yeah
You see the Lambo parked in the trap, that's me n*gga
I own it while you living on a lease n*gga
I'm known to keep my b*tches on a leash n*gga
I smoke it by the pound, what you talking 'bout?
I di*k your b*tch down then I walk it out

[Hook: Chris Brown]
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Peel any girl that I wanna, got b*tches and marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you a problem
Peel any girl that I wanna, got b*tches and marijuana
I got 'em, I got 'em
Ooh, she dance, she don't do it for free
I got 'em, I got 'em
Got b*tches and marijuana

[Verse 3: ScHoolboy Q]
Grimy n*gga way too groovy for tHe Grammys
Overseas collecting panties, poppin' Xanies
Young n*gga, Hundred grand for tHe gram
Hot damn
Hit tHe curb witH tHe Benz, swerve
Rollie do no ticky, do tHe blingy,
I spending Hundreds, all tHe fifties
Word around tHe city I'm tHat n*ggy, but tHis montH I made a milli
AnotHer montH, anotHer milli, man tHat sh*t be gettin' silly
Man, b*tch you looking silly
UH, wHy you broke? Go get a cHeck
UH, and wHen you fly, wHo need a jet?
SHe wanna move out to tHe west
SHe want tHem diamonds on Her neck
And palm trees in tHe yard, wanna be's witH a star, HuH?
And get tHe keys to tHe car HuH
And wanna lick on every scar HuH
My money good, sh*t we buying off tHe bar rigHt now
RigHt now
WHo got tHe weed rigHt now, rigHt now?

[Hook: Chris Brown]
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Peel any girl that I wanna, got b*tches and marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you a problem
Peel any girl that I wanna, got b*tches and marijuana
I got 'em, I got 'em
Ooh, she dance, she don't do it for free
I got 'em, I got 'em
Got b*tches and marijuana

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