That Nigga

[Intro]

(League of Starz)

(Sorry Jaynari)

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]

Ha, Franck Muller, the face like a computer (Yeah)

Poppin' them bottles, sprayin' the Ace like Aruga

You got beef, I got shooters (Yeah)

And your bitch about to give me brain, watch me school her, listen

Let me lick it, put it out, make it pop, pop

I'ma cuff the pussy, she think she fucked a cop (Ha)

And then I put it back in, make her back bend

And then I fuck her girlfriend like what's happenin'?

Haha, oh, baby, for sure, baby

Tell that blockin' ass bitch, let go, baby

Fuck her, just do you and do me

Haha, bitch mad 'cause she ugly (Yeah)

You know, I be ballin' like a bitch

Made my own condoms 'cause these bitches on my dick (Huh)

Pluto, I be higher than a bitch (Yeah)

You know, flyer than a bitch, my car like a spaceship (Yeah)

[Chorus: Chris Brown, Kid Red]

That nigga, that nigga

Everybody know I'm that nigga (You know)

All this money lookin' like a fat nigga (Fat)

And I bought them killers, better back, back, nigga (Stay, baow)

Back, back, nigga (Brah!)

And I bought them killers, better back, back, nigga (Wow, baow)

That nigga, that nigga (Bag that nigga, ayy)

Everybody know I'm that nigga (Oh)

[Verse 2: Kid Red]

I'm a player, somebody grab my uniform

The bitch head on point like a unicorn

I really keep it G, I went to school for the bitches

I'm about to fuck you at the locker, tryna kiss her

You just talk to 'em, I take 'em home for detention

Just another sex victim that I never call or mention

Gotta keep it pimpin', sorry, that's your sister

But I'm on a mission, tell that ho to keep her distance

Look, I keep a couple hoes in the studio

Rollin' with my wolves with them nines like Rubio

Hoes stop and stare 'cause my pinky glare

Got a hood bitch that let me fuck her on the stairs

She say she needs some J's, so I cop a couple pairs

I got a private Lear that'll take her everywhere though

Where your bitch at? She with me, nigga

Kid Red, I'm in the streets, nigga

[Chorus: Chris Brown]

That nigga, that nigga

Everybody know I'm that nigga (You know)

All this money lookin' like a fat nigga (Fat)

And I bought them killers, better back, back, nigga (Stay, baow)

Back, back, nigga (Brah!)

And I bought them killers, better back, back, nigga (Wow, baow)

That nigga, that nigga

Everybody know I'm that nigga

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]

Everybody know I'm that nigga

I'm about to take that ho from that nigga

Ha, here we go, I'm that nigga

"Fuck you, Chris," hatin' ass nigga

She 'bout to pop the pills, I just bought the roll up

Put the dick up on her head, that's a weight up on her shoulders

I ain't fuckin' ratchet pussy 'cause that shit is like Ebola

In the club, I'm like, "Hold up"

Fuck a club soda, need the Ace, I spray it on her face

She fuck with broke niggas, old nigga made her pay

I told her, "I'ma buy the bar 'long as I can get a taste"

Then she bend that ass over and I grabbed her by the waist, told her drop it for me

Damn, that ass sick, I got a doctor for it

My dick got her singin' high, opera on her

Her boyfriend start to trip, niggas pop up on him

Like blocka, blocka, body bag 'cause I'm

[Chorus: Chris Brown]

That nigga, that nigga

Everybody know I'm that nigga (You know)

All this money lookin' like a fat nigga (Fat)

And I bought them killers, better back, back, nigga (Stay, baow)

Back, back, nigga (Brah!)

And I bought them killers, better back, back, nigga (Wow, baow)

That nigga, that nigga

Everybody know I'm that nigga