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Socialize Lyrics - Before Da Trap: Nights In Tarzana - Chris Brown

Yeah, look, acting arcedinic when a nigga in your city 

Fame going to her head, think for worrying 'bout them titties 

And I don't pillow talk with a hoe, that's a no no 

In the morning, shaveroom, she be telling all your business 

And now I got a couple chickens that I'm flying out the coop 

Got some niggas that can fight, got some killers that can shoot 

And bitches all on my 'gram, I'm trying make 100 million 

Got bitches on top of bitches, I'm stacking 'em to the ceiling 

Always a nigga tryna hate on me 

And every time we pull a burner on 'em, they want peace 

Bad bitches see the ice, they wanna skate on me 

I hit the G with my D, now she won't leave 

But I don't trip, I just let her stay and sip codeine 

You know she can give me head but she can't smoke my weed 

In that penthouse suite, I'm the man with the models 

And we don't fuck with you nigga, we know you telling your partners 

 

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We always fussing and arguing, then we kiss and make up 

And every time I go out with my homies, I'mma have the party lit, going way up 

But why you acting so surprised? I gave you my heart, girl I put it right in front of you 

Socialize, now we in the club tryna socialize 

 

Look, look, now these bitches wanna show's up 

Cause they see me on the road and I'm jolled up 

And all these bitches on my line like they know us 

But I don't want that pussy, I'mma let the crew fuck you up 

She so with it, my bitch bad, she gon' get it 

Her lil sister, she thick now, get those digits 

This money coming so quick now, need more spinach 

We turn a bitch to a bust down if Chris hit it 

And I ain't never 'bout to save no bitch 

But if she bringing back money, we gon' all get rich 

I need a new whip, new chain, talking 'bout the rap game 

Keep the bitch tip toes down, I'm speaking facts mane 

And you ain't never 'bout to break my niggas 

And all this money, I'm about to fresh to death my bitch 

This the west coast, trap game, hit 'em on the crack cane 

Spending young money and shit, call me Mack Maine 

 

We always fussing and arguing, then we kiss and make up 

And every time I go out with my homies, I'mma have the party lit, going way up 

But why you acting so surprised? I gave you my heart, girl I put it right in front of you 

Socialize, now we in the club tryna socialize 

 

Look, 'fore she used to be a solid bitch, but now she fucking with my tolerance 

Like I ain't the nigga that's bringing dollars in 

Took me from that regular life to living extravagant 

Now you wanna flex on a nigga like you the baddest bitch 

OHB, that's out of here bitch, I got some new freaks 

Porsche 9/11, sitting pretty on the new feet 

Two get fucked for an hour then let the crew skeet 

Cruising, got 4 on the way while I got 2 suites 

Black nigga in white linen with white women 

And I ain't tripping, I like women that like women 

Ooh baby, they all losing be like women 

If I kill the pussy baby, that's a life sentence 

Praying light, that's night vision 

High-Tec, yeah I like sipping 

Sold dope for them gold ropes, I like pitching 

Whipping the block in 4 pots, this my kitchen, fuck with us 

 

We always fussing and arguing, then we kiss and make up 

And every time I go out with my homies, I'mma have the party lit, going way up 

But why you acting so surprised? I gave you my heart, girl I put it right in front of you 

Socialize, now we in the club tryna socialize 

 

Big buck, bitch teeth crooked, and I ain't let her fuck 

I ain't paying for the Uber, never told her that I love her 

Kick her out man, every night she go and get her brother 

Locked up with the reds, you know she watch a nigga fuck 

Dog, I go hard, I am already a boss 

On the plane slinging Rolls, I am already a boss 

I be solo in the game, I be whipping up a Range 

Name's holy wait, kick and fly conversation 

Don't complain in the game, I ain't doing no complaining 

He don't wanna front it, I'mma take it when I'm aiming 

Move real cool, handle business like a gangster 

Shoes on the bed, that's a lion to the jags 

I be working out, wearing slay ups doing reps 

Like the bench press, kill and stand on your chest 

No one came in, flip for another set 

She recertified, real nigga whip the stack 

 

We always fussing and arguing, then we kiss and make up 

And every time I go out with my homies, I'mma have the party lit, going way up 

But why you acting so surprised? I gave you my heart, girl I put it right in front of you 

Socialize, now we in the club tryna socialize 

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