Party Next Door Lyrics - Before Da Trap: Nights In Tarzana - Chris Brown

Baby you be on that old shit 

I don't need that commotion 

Got me heated in the oven 

Don't play with the chopper, it's fully loaded 

Yeah, driving me crazy, driving me crazy 

No one but you, I feel so used, set up 

You supposed to be here in this foreign 

But you just disappeared like I'm not important 

Eh, you're what I need, I need you 

Heart on my sleeve, I need you 

Oh, you know I need you 

You fucked up cause you partying next door 

You partying next door 

You partying next door 

You partying next door 

Said you partying, yeah 

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She got 4 friends, I hope they go 

Double up and bring 4 more 

Hennessy and the Patron shots 

Make the white girls wanna get low 

HoodyBaby, my kin folk and OHB, I kill for 

That other party that's next door, we don't fuck with niggas that save hoe 

Spanish chicks, they can take dick, black girls love to talk shit 

White girls love the foreplay, handstand, make them turn tricks 

She took my proposition 'bout the pimping 

She know how to flip it, ain't come with interest 

She telling a nosey nigga mind his business 

Always hating cause they know we winning 

Grown man shit, I don't need permission 

I don't give a damn if they real sisters 

Nigga, I only fuck with them freak hoes 

Beast mode, eat the pussy 

Eh, you're what I need, I need you 

Heart on my sleeve, I need you 

Oh, you know I need you 

You fucked up cause you partying next door 

You partying next door 

You partying next door 

You partying next door 

Said you partying, yeah 

Downgrade, don't feel the same 

Got another say a nigga change, really? 

Only motherfucker put you in a gang 

How the hell you think they know your name? You trifling, you silly 

But I keep hoes on deck, what you know 'bout me? 

I'm the nigga takin fades, yelling OHB 

Overhand biscuit, you ain't out my reach 

Bitches wanna kiss dick every time I preach 

Got the Staples Centre, floor seats 

And it's 500 blocks with my OGs 

A nigga did a lid in the county 

A 100 million dollars, my niggas gon' eat 

I stayed fresh, I don't need no stylist 

I'm either mean or modest 

I don't need co-pilots 

OHB, we popping, nigga who gon' stop us? 

Eh, you're what I need, I need you 

Heart on my sleeve, I need you 

Oh, you know I need you 

You fucked up cause you partying next door 

You partying next door 

You partying next door 

You partying next door 

Said you partying, yeah 

Eh, you're what I need, I need you 

Heart on my sleeve, I need you 

Oh, you know I need you 

You fucked up cause you partying next door