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Chris Brown - Dat Night Lyrics

Dat Night Song Lyrics
Dat Night by Chris Brown [Intro: Trey Songz & Young Thug]
Yup!
Ay, I f**ked round and made them niggas
God damn open ’em all up tonight, know what I mean
Breezy!
I swear to God
Trigga
Matter of fact, ay, ay call the sheriff, man
[Bridge: Trey Songz]
All my b**ches, all my b**ches
All my b**ches with the sh*t when I be in Chicago
LA, New York and Miami, pussy everywhere I go
All my b**ches with the sh*t when I be in Chicago
LA, New York and Miami, pussy everywhere I go
[Hook: Chris Brown]
All my b**ches with the sh*t when I’m in Chicago
LA, New York and Miami, pussy everywhere I go
I know what it is, we know you the sh*t
Know who got them bricks, know who hittin’ licks
Get this money blindfolded
All my b**ches with the sh*t when I’m in Chicago
Shakin’ that ass naked with a friend and they miny moe
All my b**ches lit, all my b**ches with the sh*t
All my b**ches scammers but they hold a hammer
And split your sh*t, boy
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Damn, f**k the situation, f**k them b**ches hatin’
f**k a pillow talkin’ nigga that be instigatin’
Frustrated, now I know why they all hate me
I f**k these b**ches and they know that I make pretty babies
Detroit got me back on my back f**kin’ black b**ches
Tippin’ 4 and I’m pourin’ 4 of Actavis
She know every time I turn up, I keep f**kin’ up mattresses
Tryna ask me why I don’t nut
Percocet make the dick like a magician
Funny ass nigga, why we laugh different?
Cause I cash different
I’m tryna get my b**ches, huh
You gotta pay for that last minute, b**ch
[Hook: Chris Brown]
All my b**ches with the sh*t when I’m in Chicago
LA, New York and Miami, pussy everywhere I go
I know what it is, we know you the sh*t
Know who got them bricks, know who hittin’ licks
Get this money blindfolded
All my b**ches with the sh*t when I’m in Chicago
Shakin’ that ass naked with a friend and they miny moe
All my b**ches lit, all my b**ches with the sh*t
All my b**ches scammers but they hold a hammer
And split your sh*t, boy
[Verse 2: Trey Songz]
All my b**ches with the sh*t when I be in Toronto
I can get the pussy eyes closed with a blindfold
It’s a war zone, nigga, we be in Chicago
Lot of mamas cry, niggas die in Chicago
Know some Bloods ’cause nigga livin’ in LA
It’s a lot of things ain’t forgiven in LA
Know I’m from the third, I be reppin’ that VA
You ain’t got the money, you can never beat the case
f**k the judge, f**k feds nigga, tryna get up off that poor
Niggas say they tryna eat, can’t get sh*t up off my fork
I hopped off the porch, hopped in the Porsche
Then hopped in the Benz, I f**ked all her friends, yeah
[Hook: Chris Brown & Trey Songz]
All my b**ches with the sh*t when I’m in Chicago
LA, New York and Miami, pussy everywhere I go
I know what it is, we know you the sh*t
Know who got them bricks, know who hittin’ licks
Get this money blindfolded
All my b**ches with the sh*t when I’m in Chicago
Shakin’ that ass naked with a friend and they miny moe
All my b**ches lit, all my b**ches with the sh*t
All my b**ches scammers but they hold a hammer
And split your sh*t, boy
[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Ay, make her suck dick on the patio
I might eat that b**ch up like some ravioli
I get a rush in designer zone
Why a young nigga tellin’ they telly tellies
I f**k her good, I don’t tell them nothin’
Nut in her hair, make it good and fussy
I get it in with a bigger budget
And the inside my car look like peanut butter
Trap it when you walk baby
I done came from rags to riches, did all baby
When we done, she say it’s hard to walk, yeah yeah
f**k her in the light, I don’t do nothin’ dark, yeah yeah
f**k you thought, red bottoms bleed when we walk, uh
Put my food in ya drawers
Bedroom dim like walls
Young rain teach her how to chopper, yeah
Attached to my lights like moths, yeah
Favorite colour red, hot sauce, yeah
Wanna see me dead can you drop me, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Hook: Chris Brown & Young Thug]
All my b**ches with the sh*t when I’m in Chicago
LA, New York and Miami, pussy everywhere I go
I know what it is, we know you the sh*t
Know who got them bricks, know who hittin’ licks
Get this money blindfolded
All my b**ches with the sh*t when I’m in Chicago
Shakin’ that ass naked with a friend and they miny moe
All my b**ches lit, all my b**ches with the sh*t
All my b**ches scammers but they hold a hammer
And split your sh*t, boy