(feat. Big Boi)

[Intro:]
Chris Brown
Big Boi
Yea

[Big Boi Rap]
Oh she’s mine
And see god knew she was mine
The day I seen that guy
The big mouth bass
On the line
It’s time for me to retrieve her
And go git her like a wild reciever
But we dn’t play no ball
See when we come through
We babygirl gon’ make it ball

[Verse 1: (Chris Brown)]
On the real we need to nip this in the budd
Cause we kept it real with everyone
So tell me why they hatin (everybody’s hatin)
It feels like they just waitin (for us to grow apart)
Yeayee
It’s just hard for me to do
But baby if I’m your man
I guess I gotta be your man
These men just gotta understand
Little girl, with curves and hips, luscious lips
Girl I can’t front now
I’m nervous

[Chorus:]
I’m like hold up
Wait, wait a minute
I’m genuine with it
I ain’t tryna put no pimpin in it
I’m like hold up
Can I talk to her
Hold up
Can I take her out
Hold up, uh
That’s why I gotta tell you

[Verse 2: (Chris Brown)]
Now a days is so crazy
Out here
You’d wanna be cuttin me
If your daughter struts with me
Lucky me, and you’d be lucky too
No entourage, no crew
Just me ridin with my boo
I got her
But don’t think I’m replacin you

Girl know you know what I do
And I know you made your mind up
It’ll take days and days, and decades to find anOther
Dude that’s gonna walk in my shoes
And girl keep it one with you
As long if you do the usual

[Chorus:]
I’m like hold up
Wait, wait a minute
I’m genuine with it
I ain’t tryna put no pimpin in it
I’m like hold up
Can I talk to her
Hold up
Can I take her out
Hold up, uh
That’s why I gotta tell you

Now baby please
Hang up the phOne
Cause I’m talkin to your father
Mrs Jones, Mr Jones
I’ve been talkin to your daughter
And she like me
She told me she like me
And I really like her
She gon’ be my wifey
I say baby please
Hang up the phone
Cause I’m talkin to your father
Mrs Jones, Mr Jones
I’ve been talkin to your daughter
And she like me
He told me she like me
And I really like her
She gon be my wifey

[Chorus:]
I’m like hold up
Wait, wait a minute
I’m genuine with it
I ain’t tryna put no pimpin in it
I’m like hold up
Can I talk to her
Hold up
Can I take her out
Hold up, uh
That’s why I gotta tell you

[Big Boi Rap]
Now is the time for me to come clean
Now is the time for us to turn that yellow light to green light
And proceed us together, be more better like lemon pepper on your wings
And you’ll never find another fella that’s betta than your king
I ming go sing gon’ talk about goods
Who playin
But we can’t have no picket fence cause we got acres & acres of land
The haters are takin it mad
That we can handle these fakers for class
Mannerisms on that C.O. five and a half on they ass
Girl buy, give it a try, give yo boy a chance
Ever since you landed in myspace it seems like I’m yours again
My top friend, rock them
We don’t need no all day hits
Pop them
Put ol’ Google on a boss back

[Chorus:]
I’m like hold up
Wait, wait a minute
I’m genuine with it
I ain’t tryna put no pimpin in it
I’m like hold up
Can I talk to her
Hold up
Can I take her out
Hold up, uh
That’s why I gotta tell you

I’m like hold up
Wait, wait a minute
I’m genuine with it
I ain’t tryna put no pimpin in it
I’m like hold up
Can I talk to her
Hold up
Can I take her out
Hold up, uh
That’s why I gotta tell you
Baby please
And she like me
And I really like her
Baby please
She gon’ be my wifey
Baby please

[Intro (Spoken) Lil Wayne]
What it is, Folk.
This right here is the 16 year old phenome, Chris Breezy.
Me, myself, I’m the 23 yr. old CEO

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Young Carter, I’m harder then them other boys.
I ain’t even fronting, baby I can take a summer off.
I can break a woman off.
I can take the stomach off, one of my trucks.
Now I’m riding in the goods.
Line it on up, guarantee you get served.
Lil’ Chris, said run it,
So I ran and told her.
I’m a cash money young’n,
Bird-man junior.
Just a president, looking for a minor occurrence.

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
The young boy just turned 16 and I got
6 4’s and hot bikes that I rock.
Keep 3 or 4 sweeties on my clock,
But all that swinging in that bikini just make him dizzy.
Slow all the traffic down to a complete stop,
‘Cause you speaking that slang that I talk.
That sassy tempo with that walk,
May be the reason that all this teenies may never see me.

[Chorus (x2):]
Momma you may be 3 years older but you hot (gimme that)
You be talking like you like what I got (gimme that)
I know you like it how I lean in the ‘lac,
You could be in the back saying (gimme, gimme, gimme)

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Ma, take a break, let me explain to you,
What ya body got a young boy ready to do.
If you take a chance, and let me put them things on you,
I could show you why I make them straight A’s in school.
I’m a HUSTLA!
Trust my frame and age.
Got you thinking that I’m just too young to turn your page.
I can PICTURE!
Us switching lanes in the coupe
With you on the phone screaming my name.
(Chris!)

[Chorus (x2):]
Momma you may be 3 years older but you hot (gimme that)
You be talking like you like what I got (gimme that)
I know you like it how I lean in the ‘lac,
You could be in the back saying (gimme, gimme, gimme)

[Breakdown:]
Wa-womp, womp, Wa-womp, womp, Wa-womp, womp, Wa-womp
Girl you serious and I been watching you. (Y’all ready)
Wa-womp, womp, Wa-womp, womp, Wa-womp, womp, Wa-womp
This’s what your body’s saying
Wa-womp, womp, Wa-womp, womp, Wa-womp, womp, Wa-womp (yeahhhhh) (Y’all ready)
Wo-womp, womp, Wo-womp, womp, Wo-womp, womp, Wo-womp
(Get e’m)
Okay

[Verse 4: Lil’ Wayne]
Weezy-baby, baby what it do, I’m try to holla at you.
I ain’t upset, but I’ll blind you if I smile at you.
You rock’n wit young Chris and the best rapper.
So leave your phone, bring your friends, let the rest happen.
A lil’ patron, a lil’ hen, I’m on Cavalli Vodka.
I’m in Cavalli jeans, got on Cavalli boxers.
I’m fresher than a newborn.
And um:I can work you out like a futon.
And um:you can leave your birthday suit on,
I’ma leave my boots on.
I’ma leave my jewels on.
Never know what you want.
I’ma leave that tool on.
Never know who home.
I learned that from a Biggy song.
On to a new one.
Some like a redbone.
Ohh I think she like me, she got me on a ringtone.
And I told her, “Get yours, girl and don’t you stop.”
Now gimme that funk, that gushy stuff.
(OH!)

[Chorus (x2):]
Momma you may be 3 years older but you hot (gimme that)
You be talking like you like what I got (gimme that)
I know you like it how I lean in the ‘lac,
You could be in the back saying (gimme, gimme, gimme)

[Outro (Spoken) Chris Brown]
V.A.
Yeah ha,
Yeah ma don’t be frontin’ like you don’t know what’s goin’ on
Aight, yeah

(Verse 1)
I was at the mall on some back to school
Tryna cop me a couple pairs of shoes
And then I looked to my left
And I lost my breath ’cause this girl was so fresh
Really wasn’t tryna intrude
But she looked like the type I was into
And I wanted to holla she was with her mama
Felt like a catch 22
I shoulda step to her, I shoulda step to her
Any disrespect to her
But I thought she would like
If I kept it polite
So I stepped and this is what I said to her

(Chorus)
Excuse me mamma (hey)
Your daughters fine (your daughter’s fine)
And If I could I’d like a moment of her time (a moment of her time)
While I was shopping and I saw her walking by
So can I get her number and I’ll give her mine?

(Verse 2)
Wishin I could catch her by herself
Waitin til she wasn’t with nobody else
Now every time I saw her
I was tryin to call her
And she was busy checkin for the sales
Part of me was like just let it go
The other part of me was like let her know
But I will never get this chance
My life again gotta man up and tell her so

(Hook)
How should I step to her? How should I step to her?
Any disrespect to her
But I thought she would like
If I kept it polite
So I stepped and this is what I said

(chorus)
Excuse me mamma (hey)
Your daughters fine (so fine, so finee, so fine)
And If I could I’d like a moment of her time
While I was shopping and I saw her walking by
So can I get her number and I’ll give her mine?

(Breakdown)
Baby don’t u know that u
Got me all up in the wrong store
Now the malls bout to close
Crazy , but I followed you
’cause I just couldn’t take it no more
No disrespect to your mama but I need that
Number baby yeaa

(chorus x2)
Excuse me mamma (hey)
Your daughters fine
And If I could I’d like a moment of her time
While I was shopping and I saw her walking by
So can I get her number and I’ll give her mine?
Excuse me mamma (hey)
Your daughters fine (your daughter’s fine)
And If I could I’d like a moment of her time
While I was shopping and I saw her walking by
So can I get her number and I’ll give her mine?

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