Banjo Lyrics

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Man, don't play with the p**** like a banjo
Man, don't play with the p**** like a banjo
Man, don't play with the p**** like a banjo
And all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Pull up, n**** creeping
Colder than a m***********
Guess it's ho season (b****)
Shorty got that a**, baby girl it's nice to meet you
With these lights off, give a f*** about your features
I'm tryna f***
If it's one on one gimme that eye soap
But if it's two of ya'll I'ma let the dice roll
It's the weekend, I could tell you been freaking
Cause you popping Miley Cyrus and you twerking with your eyes closed
Go figure, skinny n**** with a suit on
Bunch of bad b******
Yeah, they like me n****, who don't?
Drop top, everything
We party like the roof gone
A n**** got a problem, blaka-blaka, then we move on (blap)
Tell 'em hold that
If you looking for liquor, better lick up
My liquor zing and you know that
b****** looking for a sponsorship, cha-ching, cause I sponsor s***
b**** I throw racks
f***** up, got me dancing on the floor
Tryna dance in that p****, tell me when to go
I'm tore up, feeling like I'm 'bout to throw up
One night with me this b**** about to blow up

[Hook: Chris Brown x2]
[Verse 2: Tyga]
Ain't s*** but model b****** over here
I'm a n**** with money b****
Let's make that clear
You here with a Elf ear
Hoes in stock over here
And the price going up by the year
It's a good year, baby
On my blimp s***
You too defensive and sensitive
That's on some mental s***
No sense in lingering
Can't count on you n***** man, only count Benjamins
He my closest friend
My wrist a wrist
Ice the b****
Like it's sprained and s***
I'm the n****, n****
Yes he is, the flyest with three yes' [?]
I take that p**** and ransom it
When I hit the block, better have your banger
She fold it close, we ain't gon' ever hang
[Hook: Chris Brown x2]

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
She was bomb but she wanted me to pay for it
Alley-oop b****, you know a n**** play w****s
I play with p****, girl you know that I'm a playboy
Clap, clap, clap then she make that booty make noise
She make that a** wobble like a monster
Twerk something, hurt something
d***, I'ma need a doctor
A b**** with some real hair straight up out the projects
And she turn her phone off from all them n***** she be dodging
[?] head
She don't give a f*** about nothing but her bread
But when I dance in that p**** do the running man
While all these other n***** f****** with [?]
I'm throwing all of this money and I'm advancing these strippers
I got my hand on the p**** she got her hand on my zipper
She started going to work my s*** got hard as a missile
Then she say she got a twin, I started f****** her sister

[Hook: Chris Brown]
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