Str8 Shots Chris Brown

[Intro]
(Drumma Boy, Drumma Boy)

[Verse 1]
Get it (Look, yeah), touch right there, babe
I ain't scared, I'm down (Yeah)
All I need is one time, one time
For me to go down and (Hahaha) eat it like it's lunchtime
I'm in the four-door (What?)
Polo, them horses (Yeah)
But you roll up in a four-door (Haha)
In the mirror, she gorgeous (Right)
Red light (Yeah), nigga, waitin' for that green light (What?)
Baby, get your head right (Woo!), follow me to that Eastside
I fuck with some real niggas
The belly of the beast all day, V.A
You know that we all deal with ya
Then I put another fifty in your face, fillet
Like a .40 cal', bang (Ow!)
Yeah, that bomb ass pussy, call that ass Hussein (Woo!)
Stop actin' like it ain't
And it's a violation, three seconds in the paint

[Pre-Chorus]
Woah, oh
Oh girl, I really fuck with ya
Oh, oh
Girl, I think I'm in love with ya
That one girl I only seen on my way out
It's a straight shot to the crib, no chaser (Let's go)