Chris Brown Who This Lyrics
Who This by Chris Brown
[Verse 1] Attention, my baby's coming over I'mma need everyone to go Take what you need and get to stepping No you don't need to wait up Traffic, I hear it's kinda crazy More time for me to clean up She might be feeling something shady Really, seriously you need to hurry up If you only knew about the way she drive You would understand, I ain't fucking around If she come through the front door, you gotta hide Gotta hide, she be like
[Hook] Who this bitch all up in my house? Why she hiding behind the couch? Hold on, no nigga, we don't know nigga, don't get up Fuck around and I'mma lay you out And she like who this bitch all up in my house? Why she hiding behind the couch? Hold on, no nigga, we don't know nigga, don't get up Fuck around and I'mma lay you out, she like Who this? Who this is? Who this? Who this is? Who this? Who this is, yeah? Who this? Who this is, yeah?
[Verse 2] Jump, jump, jump out the way, hey, jump, jump out the place Hey, if she wanna play, pointing at me, I might catch a case Baby I don't know what's wrong, that's the whole reason I'm singing this song Can we all get along, get along, get along? I know you tripping and pointing the finger What if I told you that this was my sister stuffed in the closet? Hey, body addict, why you tryna stall her So that she can get away? What she say?
[Hook] Who this bitch all up in my house? Why she hiding behind the couch? Hold on, no nigga, we don't know nigga, don't get up Fuck around and I'mma lay you out Who's this bitch all up in my house? Why she hiding behind the couch? Hold on, no nigga, we don't know nigga, don't get up Fuck around and I'mma lay you out, she like Who this? Who this is? Who this? Who this is? Who this? Who this is, yeah? Who this? Who this is, yeah?
[Verse 3] Know the record but different me, can't even play like I'm innocent Every night I fuck a different bitch, I'll admit you the one, ain't many different You fucking niggas for fame, bitches hearting on my Instagram I see that look on her face, know she gon' fuck her up, she going insane I'm under pressure, came in this bitch, she gon' leave in a stretcher I shouldn't have let her, I shoulda known better, she gon' teach me a lesson She in there working with the .45 with the compressor Don't pull it, don't pull it, don't pull it, blood all over the wall and dresser And if I had the chance would I save her life? If I never cheated, she wouldn't have died I don't see no soul, only hear her cry Yeah you really thinking that I'm dead wrong
[Hook] Who this bitch all up in my house? Why she hiding behind the couch? Hold on, no nigga, we don't know nigga, don't get up Fuck around and I'mma lay you out And she like who's this bitch all up in my house? Why she hiding behind the couch? Hold on, no nigga, we don't know nigga, don't get up Fuck around and I'mma lay you out, she like Who this? Who this is? Who this? Who this is? Who this? Who this is, yeah? Who this? Who this is, yeah?
[Hook] Who this bitch all up in my house? Why she hiding behind the couch? Hold on, no nigga, we don't know nigga, don't get up Fuck around and I'mma lay you out And she like who this bitch all up in my house? Why she hiding behind the couch? Hold on, no nigga, we don't know nigga, don't get up Fuck around and I'mma lay you out, she like Who this? Who this is? Who this? Who this is? Who this? Who this is, yeah? Who this? Who this is, yeah?
[Verse 2] Jump, jump, jump out the way, hey, jump, jump out the place Hey, if she wanna play, pointing at me, I might catch a case Baby I don't know what's wrong, that's the whole reason I'm singing this song Can we all get along, get along, get along? I know you tripping and pointing the finger What if I told you that this was my sister stuffed in the closet? Hey, body addict, why you tryna stall her So that she can get away? What she say?
[Hook] Who this bitch all up in my house? Why she hiding behind the couch? Hold on, no nigga, we don't know nigga, don't get up Fuck around and I'mma lay you out Who's this bitch all up in my house? Why she hiding behind the couch? Hold on, no nigga, we don't know nigga, don't get up Fuck around and I'mma lay you out, she like Who this? Who this is? Who this? Who this is? Who this? Who this is, yeah? Who this? Who this is, yeah?
[Verse 3] Know the record but different me, can't even play like I'm innocent Every night I fuck a different bitch, I'll admit you the one, ain't many different You fucking niggas for fame, bitches hearting on my Instagram I see that look on her face, know she gon' fuck her up, she going insane I'm under pressure, came in this bitch, she gon' leave in a stretcher I shouldn't have let her, I shoulda known better, she gon' teach me a lesson She in there working with the .45 with the compressor Don't pull it, don't pull it, don't pull it, blood all over the wall and dresser And if I had the chance would I save her life? If I never cheated, she wouldn't have died I don't see no soul, only hear her cry Yeah you really thinking that I'm dead wrong
[Hook] Who this bitch all up in my house? Why she hiding behind the couch? Hold on, no nigga, we don't know nigga, don't get up Fuck around and I'mma lay you out And she like who's this bitch all up in my house? Why she hiding behind the couch? Hold on, no nigga, we don't know nigga, don't get up Fuck around and I'mma lay you out, she like Who this? Who this is? Who this? Who this is? Who this? Who this is, yeah? Who this? Who this is, yeah?