Video Socialize de Chris Brown 2024 Cristiana Lyrics

Chris Brown - Socialize Lyrics

Socialize Lyrics[Intro: Chris Brown]
Oh-woah
Yeah
Look

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Actin' all sadity when a nigga in your city
Fame goin' to her head, thankful I ain't buy them titties
And I don't pillow talk with a ho, that's a no no
In the mornin', Shade Room, she be tellin' all your business
And now I got a couple chickens that I'm flyin' out the coop
Got some niggas that can fight, got some killers that can shoot
And bitches all on my 'Gram, I'm tryna make a hundred million
Got bitches on top of bitches, I'm stackin' 'em to the ceilin' (Baby, baby)
Always a nigga tryna hate on me
And every time we pull a burner on 'em, they want peace
Bad bitches see the ice, they wanna skate on me
I hit the G with my D, now she won't leave
But I don't trip, I just let her stay and sip codeine
You know she can give me head, but she can't smoke my weed
In that penthouse suite, I'm the man with the models
And we don't fuck with you, nigga, we know you tell on your partners, ow!
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
We always fussin' and arguin', then we kiss and make up
And every time I go out with my homies, I'ma have the party lit, goin' way up
But why you actin' so surprised?
I gave you my heart, girl, I put it right in front of you
Told some lies
Now we in the club tryna socialize

[Verse 2: YoungBlacc]
Look, look
Now these bitches wanna show's up
'Cause they see me on the road and I'm jewelled up
And all these bitches on my line like they know us
But I don't want your pussy, I'ma let the crew fuck you up
She so with it, my bitch bad, she gon' get it
Her lil' sister, she thick now, need those digits
This money comin' so quick now, need more spinach
We turn a bitch to a bust down if Chris hit it
And I ain't never 'bout to save no bitch
But if she bringin' back money, we gon' all get rich
I need a new whip, new chain, talkin' 'bout the rap game
Keep a bitch ten toes down, I'm speakin' facts, mane
And you won't ever 'bout to break my niggas
And all this money, I'm about to fresh to death my bitches
This the West Coast trap game, hit 'em on the crack cane
Spendin' young money and shit, call me Mack Maine
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We always fussin' and arguin' (Woah, yeah), then we kiss and make up (Oh)
And every time I go out with my homies, I'ma have the party lit, goin' way up (Yeah)
But why you actin' so surprised? (Oh, baby)
I gave you my heart (Yeah), girl, I put it right in front of you (You)
Told some lies (Now we)
Now we in the club (Yeah) tryna socialize (Look)

[Verse 3: Young Lo, Chris Brown, Young Lo & Chris Brown]
'Fore she used to be a solid bitch, but now she fuckin' with my tolerance (Yeow!)
Like I ain't the nigga that's bringin' dollars in (Ow!)
Took her from that regular life to livin' extravagant
Now you wanna flex on a nigga like you the baddest bitch (Ow!)
OHB, that's outta here, bitch, I got some new freaks
Porsche 911, sittin' pretty on them new feet
Too geeked, fucked for a hour, then let the crew skeet (Oh)
Cosey got four on the way while I got two suites
Black nigga in white linen with white women
And I ain't trippin', I like women that like women
Ooh, baby, they all losers, we like winnin'
If I kill the pussy, baby, that's a life sentence
Greenlight, yeah, that's night vision (Woo!)
Hi-Tech, yeah, I like sippin' (Woo!)
Sold dope for them gold ropes, I like pitchin' (Woo!)
Whippin' the block in four pots (Ah!), this my kitchen
Fuck with us (Oh)
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
We always fussin' and arguin' (Yeah), then we kiss and make up (Oh, no, no, no)
And every time I go out with my homies (Yeah), I'ma have the party lit, goin' way up (Why)
But why you actin' so surprised?
I gave you my heart, girl, I put it right in front of you
Told some lies
Now we in the club (Yeah) tryna socialize

[Verse 4: Kevin Gates, Chris Brown]
Big buck, bitch teeth crooked, I ain't let her suck it (Uh-huh)
And I ain't payin' for the Uber, never told her that I love her (Fuck out)
Kick her out mad every night, she go and get her brother (Yeah)
Locked up with the reds, you know I watched a nigga fuck her
Dawg, I go hard, I am all of the above
Shoulder playin' slingin' rods, I am all of the above (Bop-bop)
I be solo in the game, I be whippin' up in Ranges
Name's holdin' weight, kickin' fly conversation
Took a plane when it came, I ain't doin' no complainin'
He don't wanna front it, I'ma take it when I'm aimin' (Give it up)
I move real cool, handle business like a gangster
Like shoes on the 'Vette, that's a Lamb' to the jakes
I be workin' out, wearin' slay ups doin' reps
Like the bench press, killer stayin' in your chest (Boom-boom-boom)
No one came in, flip it for another set
Street certified, real nigga with respect (Ooh)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
We always fussin' and arguin' (Fussin' and arguin'), then we kiss and make up
And every time I go out with my homies, I'ma have the party lit, goin' way up (Ooh)
But why you actin' so surprised?
I gave you my heart (My heart), girl, I put it right in front of you (My heart)
Told some lies
Now we in the club (Ooh) tryna socialize2