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letra de bitches n marijuana (branonthetrack remix) - chris brown

[hook: chris brown]
you can tell by the way i walk that i got ’em
peel any girl that i wanna, got b-tches and marijuana
i can tell by the way you move that you a problem
peel any girl that i wanna, got b-tches and marijuana
i got ’em, i got ’em
ooh, she dance, she don’t do it for free
i got ’em, i got ’em
got b-tches and marijuana

[verse 1: branonthetrack]
treat my b-tches like a blunt, hit it, p-ss it on
i don’t do no foreplay, i just get it on
say she wanna get it, while we play my songs
bang bang like the base then she go home (bye, b-tch)
they know, they know that i got it
2 grams in the blunt, blow like bob marley
kickin’ back with yo’ chick, it’s like a hobby
what they don’t see doesn’t hurt, don’t tell n0body, nah
i can get you higher (higher, higher)
but don’t play wit’ it, nah
baby, ride me like a mercedes
k!ll that p-ssy one time, now that’s a 180-7
uh, you better cuff yo’ chick
you shoulda seen the way she roll that stick
she was puffin’ all night, yeah, she got all lit
i can tell she never get enough of this, nah

[hook: chris brown]
you can tell by the way i walk that i got ’em
peel any girl that i wanna, got b-tches and marijuana
i can tell by the way you move that you a problem
(you a problem)
peel any girl that i wanna, got b-tches and marijuana
i got ’em, i got ’em
ooh, she dance, she don’t do it for free
i got ’em, i got ’em
got b-tches and marijuana

[verse 2: chris brown]
pull up, got the fat sack
with some clean motherf-ckers, no hood rats
yeah we suited and booted, you know your b-tch ’bout to toot it
she want love from a n-gga, that’s a heart attack, yack
loud pack, give me all of that
don’t be sending naked pics cause my phone tapped
black mask, duffel bag and a hundred racks
i don’t snitch but i could show you where the money at
me n-gga
it’s right here
got girls and they all on my lap, they with me n-gga
h-ll yeah
you see the lambo parked in the trap, that’s me n-gga
i own it while you living on a lease n-gga
i’m known to keep my b-tches on a leash n-gga
i smoke it by the pound, what you talking ’bout?
i d-ck your b-tch down then i walk it out

- chris brown

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