Save The Drama Lyrics - Before Da Trap: Nights In Tarzana - Chris Brown

Gun shots, we lots 

Hennessy, I don't really like scotch 

At the don when I'm talking to the dutch 

And the man with the pockets like fam you up 

Dippers and the wait notes 

Black man says he's hit a lick, better keep your face down 

Get loud when that kick sound 

You miss it, don't count up 

No tops, no tops 

Go to collect, we in Paris when we shop 

You gotta give the man props 

Your girl love a man lots 

Fuck it, I'm on that pussy like a rumpa 

If I tag her, gotta have her have a bumper 

All that pussy, got it for ya like a drug 

And I know she got that wagon from her mama 

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Call it a homicide how she do 

The guys in Jamaica, man jealous 

Make me terrified 

I can tell you skilled cause you using your melody 

Oh, no no no no 

Light another blunt then we gon' light up the floor 

Smoking all that ganja you can smell through the door 

Sex tape never, 'less she let me record 

And I know where your head's at 

Got your attitude from your mama 

And I don't wanna set back 

Just do me a favor and save the drama 

Get the baddest bitch and treat it like the worst 

Popping the Henny, tripping if you pop the pussy first 

We gon' fuck, I'm gon' fuck or we gon' fall in love 

I will get 'em once, fucking, fucking with the plug 

Bitches texting, I'm a dog fetching 

Bitch I'm on, no flexing, fuck a 100 besties 

See that's just for that extra Range, she'd to forget them 

Your body's under my belt, just to make it official 

I forget that he mission, never forget the pistol 

Thinking all the way in, killing and leave the victims 

I got trust issues, I might think you tripping 

Really I be tripping, rolling with all the spitting 

West is, this the gang, bitch you better catch it 

'Fore you be over tested, rather pull up in a Bentley 

Used to pull up in Chevys, I'm the kind that can get enough 

I'm the kind that can get the paper cause I can't get enough nigga 

Call it a homicide how she do 

The guys in Jamaica, man jealous 

Make me terrified 

I can tell you skilled cause you using your melody 

Oh, no no no no 

Light another blunt then we gon' light up the floor 

Smoking all that ganja you can smell through the door 

Sex tape never, 'less she let me record 

And I know where your head's at 

Got your attitude from your mama 

And I don't wanna set back 

Just do me a favor and save the drama 

Likkle waste girl 

Lick her waste girl 

Lick di poom poom 

Like di taste girl 

I done made love in the strangest places 

I'm a real plug move thangs on the daily 

Like di mon on the moon I'll be safe 

Smoke di ganja mi ugh 

Everyday 

I'm a rider, she a rider 

Hold the Glock 9 right on side her 

Hit the high notes like Mariah 

Body feel electric when the vibe is right 

I'm a drug ima get you high tonight 

Fall in love with me 

Pussy mine tonight 

I could see you want me 

Pull you closely 

Sound on silent 

Ignore the phone ring 

Deep breath 

Hands on knees 

Just get it 

Real small waist 

Fat ass, lil titties 

Email please gates dont do digits 

Mouth on bling just spent 2 million 

Laid back, low key, big lean sippin 

S63 coupe yeeee I'm whippin 

Heroin trap back street move chickens 

New boo thing on fleek roof missin 

Chris B hit me, dip thru kick it 

Straps on lap 

Big shit I give her 

Hat to the back 

Lot of tats I'm chillin 

Matter of fact 

Big racks i give her 

Kevin Gates dont hang 

Bae stop slippin 

Bull shit make a real nigga lose interest 

Oh, no no no no 

Light another blunt then we gon' light up the floor 

Smoking all that ganja you can smell through the door 

Sex tape never, 'less she let me record 

And I know where your head's at 

Got your attitude from your mama 

And I don't wanna set back 

Just do me a favor and save the drama