Chris Brown Ayo Lyrics
Ayo by Chris Brown
Hook:
Ayo, all my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like ayo, I'mma take her ass down bring her friend around
Like ayo, I'm a bouche ass nigga left the roof at home
We popping like ayo,ayo but don't be acting like we need you
Tyga:
Ahhh ayye babe this my new shit
I'm the black (?) with the roof missing
If it don't make dollars it don't make sense
(?) Wake up like I gotta get it and I got a engine with a trunk space
I get money three ways , fucking bitches three ways
7 different foreigns plus she no hable, but I make that bitch walk with some cheesecake
I'm the coldest nigga, icy
Looking in the mirror like I wish I could be me
She too into me, I'm more in to money
My hobby is her body, her pussy is monogamy
I'mma eat it, I don't lie hold my dick I'm conceited
Told her she's my wife for the weekend, but don't be acting like I need you
Cause we poppin' like ..
(Hook)
Chris Brown:
I'm in a rolls, you don't roll right
My chain shine brighter than a strobe light
I'm tryna fuck CoCo, this don't concern Ice
If I motorboat, she going to motorbike
A nigga ain't worried about nothin'
Rehabilitation just got me worried about fucking
Money, decision-making only worried about stunting
She worried about me, her nigga worried about cuffing
I wanna see her body, body
She said get inside of me
I wanna feel you baby (yeahhhh)
Just bring the animal right out of me
We loving, she love it
See when I go down on her
We fucking, she thugging
We getting louddd
Cause we poppin' like ..
(Hook)
Look, Look
Chris Brown:
Now I can spot your bitch from a mile away
Valentine in that pussy, it's a holiday
Tyga:
You losing money, I windmill Dr. J
She going to follow my lead, Simon Sez
Chris Brown:
Paper, paper I'm riding scrapers in California
Car smelling like ammonia, and stank on us
Tyga:
Never been an outcast that stank on ya
From the ghetto but my bitch like (?)
Chris Brown:
We in the hood, tatted like a Mexican
Car too fast, give a fuck about pedestrians
Tyga:
And my section more niggas , less lesbians
Chris Brown:
Got your bitch, I'm that niggaaaa
(Hook)
Outro:
This that fly shit, King shit only
Drop top, no roof
Ayo, all my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like ayo, I'mma take her ass down bring her friend around
Like ayo, I'm a bouche ass nigga left the roof at home
We popping like ayo,ayo but don't be acting like we need you
Tyga:
Ahhh ayye babe this my new shit
I'm the black (?) with the roof missing
If it don't make dollars it don't make sense
(?) Wake up like I gotta get it and I got a engine with a trunk space
I get money three ways , fucking bitches three ways
7 different foreigns plus she no hable, but I make that bitch walk with some cheesecake
I'm the coldest nigga, icy
Looking in the mirror like I wish I could be me
She too into me, I'm more in to money
My hobby is her body, her pussy is monogamy
I'mma eat it, I don't lie hold my dick I'm conceited
Told her she's my wife for the weekend, but don't be acting like I need you
Cause we poppin' like ..
(Hook)
Chris Brown:
I'm in a rolls, you don't roll right
My chain shine brighter than a strobe light
I'm tryna fuck CoCo, this don't concern Ice
If I motorboat, she going to motorbike
A nigga ain't worried about nothin'
Rehabilitation just got me worried about fucking
Money, decision-making only worried about stunting
She worried about me, her nigga worried about cuffing
I wanna see her body, body
She said get inside of me
I wanna feel you baby (yeahhhh)
Just bring the animal right out of me
We loving, she love it
See when I go down on her
We fucking, she thugging
We getting louddd
Cause we poppin' like ..
(Hook)
Look, Look
Chris Brown:
Now I can spot your bitch from a mile away
Valentine in that pussy, it's a holiday
Tyga:
You losing money, I windmill Dr. J
She going to follow my lead, Simon Sez
Chris Brown:
Paper, paper I'm riding scrapers in California
Car smelling like ammonia, and stank on us
Tyga:
Never been an outcast that stank on ya
From the ghetto but my bitch like (?)
Chris Brown:
We in the hood, tatted like a Mexican
Car too fast, give a fuck about pedestrians
Tyga:
And my section more niggas , less lesbians
Chris Brown:
Got your bitch, I'm that niggaaaa
(Hook)
Outro:
This that fly shit, King shit only
Drop top, no roof