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letra de rich nigga vibe - chris brown

[intro]
mustard on the beat, ho

[verse 1]
you know i’m hittin’ you up this late at night ’cause i’m tryna f-ck
i’m tryna start with the conversation
you actin’ scared of a real n-gga screamin’, “thug life”
got that p-ssy wet, drippin’ with the condensation
i know that henny got you stuck, but it’s bottom’s up
i tried to cheat her with the love, but she by the book
and when i show that girl my mattress, she kinda shook
i’m tryna feel up on that -ss, not designer clothes
girl, the way you play, then that sh-t don’t get to me
f-ck the finish line, already got the victory
and we ’bout the time to make history
and you know that she called

[chorus]
she called me on the late night
baby wanna make love
want me to get into somethin’
and she don’t even wanna realize that i’m hittin’ her up
it’s late at night, girl, i’m tryna f-ck
i’m h-rny, baby, h-rny, baby
so baby, freak me tonight
jump on my pony, babe, pony, baby
f-ckin’ up a rich n-gga vibe, oh

[post-chorus]
you spend all day missin’ me (missin’ me, ha)
late at night, you be kissin’ me (oh)
act like that p-ssy don’t get to me
act like your love ain’t sh-t to me

[verse 2]
baby, you ain’t listenin’ (yeah)
spendin’ too much time, face down and that -ss up
f-ckin’ me, beg your pardon
don’t give a d-mn if you mix it with molly, just put your gl-ss up (yeah)
i get that p-ssy, i’ma man up
i love it when you give my d-ck the double standard
i’m in miami with your b-tch in a cabana
by the time you land, i can ghost up in a phantom
and you know i’m never talkin’ to the popo
my n-ggas follow that street code
you know it’s east side on the west coast (woo!)
i been lookin’ at your body, baby
and i can’t keep my hands to myself
get it any way you want it, baby
you a bad motherf-cker, yeah

[chorus]
she called me on the late night
baby wanna make love (oh, oh)
want me to get into somethin’
and she don’t even wanna realize that i’m hittin’ her up (oh)
it’s late at night, girl, i’m tryna f-ck (yeah!)
i’m h-rny, baby, h-rny, baby (i’m h-rny, babe)
so baby, freak me tonight (ooh)
jump on my pony, babe, pony, baby (oh-whoa)
f-ckin’ up a rich n-gga vibe, oh (yeah)

[post-chorus]
you spend all day missin’ me (ha)
late at night, you be kissin’ me (ha)
act like that p-ssy don’t get to me
act like your love ain’t sh-t to me

- chris brown

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