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Datos de Chris Brown Nombre Verdadero: Christopher Maurice BrownNombre Artístico: Chris BrownDonde Nació: Virginia, Estados UnidosFecha de Nacimiento: 05 de mayo de 1989Edad: 35Nacionalidad: EstadounidenseGénero(s): R&B, pop, hip hopActividad: 2004 - ActualidadInstrumentos: VozOcupación: Cantante, bailarín, rapero, actor, productor discográficoDisquera(s): Jive, Zomba, RCA, Zone 4Cónyuge/Pareja: Rihanna, Karrueche Tran, Nia Guzman-Amey, Ammika HarrisPadres: Joyce Hawkins, Clinton BrownHijos: Royalty, AekoTipo de voz: ContratenorPágina Oficial: www.chrisbrownworld.comRedes Sociales:Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, YouTube .'
'. ¿Quién es Chris Brown? Christopher Maurice Brown, mejor conocido como Chris Brown, es un cantante estadounidense. Nació el 5 de mayo de 1989 en Virginia, Estados Unidos. Su primer álbum alcanzó fama, posicionándose en el número uno en el Billboard Hot 100 de su país. Niñez, Juventud y Vida Familiar Chris Brown nació en una localidad de Virginia. Es hijo de Joyce Hawkins y Clinton Brown, un oficial de correcciones en una prisión local. Tiene una hermana mayor, Lytrell Bundy. Aprendió a cantar y a bailar desde joven, participando en el coro de la Iglesia la que asistía y en algunos eventos de talentos locales. Fue apoyado por su mamá, quien al notar capacidades musicales, comenzó a buscarle oportunidades. Inicios de Chris Brown en la Música Cuando Chris Brown tenía trece años de edad, fue descubierto por un equipo de producción que se encontraba en la búsqueda de nuevos talentos. En 2004, viajó a Nueva York, Estados Unidos, para una audición, Tina Davis, agente de la discográfica Island Def Jam Records, lo llevó a la compañía Ver BiograFia Completa

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Remember Me Feat Tyga - Chris Brown 1 04:16

Chris Brown - Remember Me Feat Tyga Lyrics

Girl, you know we got the time
Got that pussy on my mind
Later on, what are we doin'?
I know you're ready, show that ass
Girl, you lookin' so bad
Gettin' horny watchin' you do it
Girl, I wanna kiss it
While you kissin' your girlfriends
I wanna see a whole lot of lickin', that's a memory
Yeah, bet I make that pussy remember me (hah, look)

I be bangin' 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
A-a-all that ass, don't let it go to waste
All this Hennessy, this liquor, 'bout to penetrate
While I'm pushin' Lamborghini's on the interstate
I long-dick her, I'ma 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

Girl, you know we got the time
Got that pussy on my mind
Later on, what are we doin'?
I know you're ready, show that ass
Girl, you lookin' so bad
Gettin' horny watchin' you do it (oh, babe)
Girl, I wanna kiss it (yeah, yeah)
While you kissin' your girlfriends
I wanna see a whole lot of lickin', that's a memory
Yeah, bet I make that pussy remember me

Bow your head to a king, nigga
Dream's house, my dream's 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 willin'
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'd rather do number sixty-nine
High notes, it's prime time
On the couch, hit it from behind
Hit you with that large stroke
Now she fiendin' 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 your tongue taste
So high, no ceilin' space
Numb to it, can't feel her face
Yeah, she numb to it, can't feel her face

Girl, you know we (yeah)
Girl, you know we got the time
Got that pussy on my mind
Later on, what are we doin'? (I know)
I know you're ready, show that ass
Girl, you lookin' so bad
Gettin' horny watchin' you do it
Girl, I wanna kiss it (I wanna kiss it right there)
While you kissin' your girlfriends (oh-woah)
I wanna see a whole lot of lickin', that's a memory (I bet I)
Yeah, bet I make that pussy remember me

Blowin' up the line on my cellular
She wanna lock a nigga down on the regular
Talkin' 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 try to fuck my bitch
Then it's off with his head, how kings do it
My ring's ruby
Red bandana, I stay whoopin'
Got too many cribs, I stay movin'
Three Lambos, I stay coupin'
Ha, but you don't hear me though
Virginia to the Westside
Car foreign, the girl sit on the left side
Smokin' weed on the plane, that's the best high
She gotta sign the waiver 'fore I let her fly
Helipad on the boat
Chillin' in the south of France, Saint-Tropez, Nice, Monaco
But nothin' compares to what's in my pants
Girl, stop playin'

Oh-oh, babe
Girl, you know we got the time (we go the time, so later on, what are we doing?)
Got that pussy on my mind
Later on, what are we doin'? (oh-oh)
I know you're ready, show that ass (gettin' horny, babe)
Girl, you lookin' so bad
Gettin' horny watchin' you do it
Girl, I wanna kiss it (I wanna lick, lick, lick right there, right there)
While you kissin' your girlfriends (baby)
I wanna see a whole lot of lickin', that's a memory (whole lot)
Yeah, bet I make that pussy remember me