Wildcat Chris Brown

[Intro]
(Drumma Boy)

[Verse 1]
An ounce of love is all I need to fly with an angel
While the dealers die for it
The kush burn like bullets, both 'em chasin' the green
I'm chiefin', seein'
Dime after dime, girl, I need that strong shit
That top of the line, you know that sticky, icky wrong shit (Oh-oh)
You know that I might be your type, pretty young thing
Baby, just try this, I got all the flavors, got you fiendin'

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh-oh, girl, I got you warmin' up, so take off your clothes (Oh)
And we can do it anywhere, come on, girl, let's go (Oh)
Hallucinatin', this hit will make you see a ghost (Oh)
You're mine, it's alright
You said that you ain't smoke in a while, baby
So we gon' fuck and I'ma roll up
It's gettin' loud, girl, we off that loud, girl
Baby, I'ma work you out, girl, work you out, girl
I love you, Mary Jane

[Chorus]
I'ma break you down (Yeah), baby, lick you like a Swisher
Let me light that shit on fire (Yeah), Mary Jane, I'm fuckin' with ya
I'ma hot box in your hot box (Yeah), you just take it like a picture
I'ma go slower and slower (Yeah), we're so high, you flyin', babe (Yeah)
I'ma break you down (It down), baby, lick you like a Swisher (Lick it)
I-I-I'ma break you down (Down), l-l-lick you like, lick you like (Lick it)
I'ma break you down (Break you down), baby, lick you like a Swisher (Lick it)
I-I-I'ma break you down (Lick it), we're so high, you're flyin', babe (Yeah)