Chris Brown

Released: May 18, 2016

Songwriter: Drumma Boy Chris Brown

Producer: Drumma Boy

[Intro]
Drumma Boy
Drumma Boy

[Verse 1]
Get it, touch right there, babe
I ain't scared, I'm down (Yeah)
All I need is one time, one time
For me to go down (Hahaha) and eat it like it's lunchtime
I'm in a four-door (What?)
Polo, them horses (Yeah)
But you roll up in a four-door (Hahaha)
In the mirror, she gorgeous
Red light, nigga, waiting for that green light (Bop!)
Baby, get your head right, follow me to that east side
I fuck with some real niggas
The belly of the beast all day, V.A
You know that we all deal wishing
Then I pop up the pussy in your face, fillet
After party, got bank (Ow!)
Got that bomb ass sushi, call that ass to the sink (Woo!)
Stop acting like it ain't
And it's a violation, three seconds in the paint
Woah, oh
Oh girl, I really fuck with ya
Oh, oh
Girl, I think I'm in love with ya
That one girl, I only seen on my way, yeah
It's a straight shot to the crib, no chaser

[Chorus]
One, two, three, it's a straight shot to the crib
One, two, three, it's a straight shot to the crib
One, two, three, it's a straight shot to the crib
Straight shot to the crib, straight shot to the crib (Hahaha)
Take shots, take shots, take shots, we don't waste shots
Take shots, take shots, take shots, to the crib
One, two, three, it's a straight shot to the crib
One, two, three, it's a straight shot to the crib

[Verse 2]
Okay, let me bust on the bullet, automatic, call it pump
Straight shots, caught made shots in the Maybach
Throwin' up the OHB 'cause we out here ballin'
And we still getting paid, buck
I elevate and get rich, VVS flow
Cuttin' through the diamonds like a fuckin' laser
Pow, pow, look at the crowd
Said I wasn't shit, nigga, look at me now
Gon' put it on wax, try to figure me out
Random selectin' the lineup, she pickin' me out
It's 'cause I'm a black guy and she a white girl
No, I did not have my dick in her mouth
I'm busy bein' the life of the motherfuckin' party
Private jets, private sex, private departures
The money ain't a thing, I don't care 'bout an offer
But I'm 'bout put the pussy right up in the coffin, let's go

[Chorus]
One, two, three, it's a straight shot to the crib
One, two, three, it's a straight shot to the crib
One, two, three, it's a straight shot to the crib
Straight shot to the crib, straight shot to the crib (Hahaha)
Take shots, take shots, take shots, we don't waste shots
Take shots, take shots, take shots, to the crib
One, two, three, it's a straight shot to the crib
One, two, three, it's a straight shot to the crib

Grammy-winning R&B singer, rapper, dancer, graffiti artist, illustrator and the first male lead artist to have his debut single top the Billboard Hot 100 in 8 years with “Run It!” in 2005, Breezy is undoubtedly a multifaceted artist. To add to this, he is the father of Royalty, a princess and the inspiration for his 7th studio album Royalty.

It’s undeniable his ability as a musician, dancer, and all-round entertainer. At the 54th Annual Grammy Awards (February 12th, 2012) his 4th studio album F.A.M.E. won the award for Best R&B Album and a huge number of other awards and nominations ranging from his debut as a 16 year old in 2005 to his most recent projects.

Brown’s career is long-lived, pristine and all about his music with hits such as “Look At Me Now,” “Turn Up the Music,” and “Loyal,” and successful collaborations with Omarion on his hit “Post to Be” and Lil Dicky's “Freaky Friday” in recent years.

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