Chris Brown - Banjo Lyrics
[Hook: Chris Brown]Man, don't play with the ***** like a banjoMan, don't play with the ***** like a banjoMan, don't play with the ***** like a banjoAnd all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor[Verse 1: Chris Brown]Pull up, nigga creepingColder than a mother*****erGuess it's ho season (*****)Shorty got that ass, baby girl it's nice to meet youWith these lights off, give a ***** about your featuresI'm tryna *****If it's one on one gimme that eye soapBut if it's two of ya'll I'ma let the dice rollIt's the weekend, I could tell you been freakingCause you popping Miley Cyrus and you twerking with your eyes closedGo figure, skinny nigga with a suit onBunch of bad *****esYeah, they like me nigga, who don't?Drop top, everythingWe party like the roof goneA nigga got a problem, blaka-blaka, then we move on (blap)Tell 'em hold thatIf you looking for liquor, better lick upMy liquor zing and you know that*****es looking for a sponsorship, cha-ching, cause I sponsor shit***** I throw racks*****ed up, got me dancing on the floorTryna dance in that *****, tell me when to goI'm tore up, feeling like I'm 'bout to throw upOne night with me this ***** about to blow up[Hook: Chris Brown x2]Man, don't play with the ***** like a banjoMan, don't play with the ***** like a banjoMan, don't play with the ***** like a banjoAnd all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor[Verse 2: Tyga]Ain't shit but model *****es over hereI'm a nigga with money *****Let's make that clearYou here with a Elf earHoes in stock over hereAnd the price going up by the yearIt's a good year, babyOn my blimp shitYou too defensive and sensitiveThat's on some mental shitNo sense in lingeringCan't count on you niggas man, only count BenjaminsHe my closest friendMy wrist a wristIce the *****Like it's sprained and shitI'm the nigga, niggaYes he is, the flyest with three yes' [?]I take that ***** and ransom itWhen I hit the block, better have your banger[?]She fold it close, we ain't gon' ever hang[?]Bang-bang[Hook: Chris Brown x2]Man, don't play with the ***** like a banjoMan, don't play with the ***** like a banjoMan, don't play with the ***** like a banjoAnd all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor[Verse 3: Chris Brown]She was bomb but she wanted me to pay for itAlley-oop *****, you know a nigga play whoresI play with *****, girl you know that I'm a playboyClap, clap, clap then she make that booty make noiseShe make that ass wobble like a monsterTwerk something, hurt somethingDamn, I'ma need a doctorA ***** with some real hair straight up out the projectsAnd she turn her phone off from all them niggas she be dodging[?] headShe don't give a ***** about nothing but her breadBut when I dance in that ***** do the running manWhile all these other niggas *****ing with [?]I'm throwing all of this money and I'm advancing these strippersI got my hand on the ***** she got her hand on my zipperShe started going to work my shit got hard as a missileThen she say she got a twin, I started *****ing her sister[Hook: Chris Brown]Man, don't play with the ***** like a banjoMan, don't play with the ***** like a banjoMan, don't play with the ***** like a banjoAnd all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor
