Tag: OHB

Chris Brown – Freaky Lyrics

[Verse 1] Stepped in the party through the front door I got a couple little bad bitches with us You see the bottles, look at ’em shine, baby I call your girl over, now you got your bitches You say that I’m playing But I’m taking that down tonight And if your friends coming over to party That means foreplay, ménage [Pre-Chorus] Come on ladies, put it on me Nice and slowly, now speed it up Go ‘head make them sounds Scream for me, yeah [Chorus] That’s your girlfriend, yeah, she on deck Lamborghini Masi’, yeah, a nigga gon’ flex She wear my chain, gimme neck I bang that pussy like I’m throwing up my set Girl, you freaky I’ma show ’em how to ride the pony Freaky I started busting, it’s the champagne [Verse 2] Shawty said she fuck...

Chris Brown and Kevin McCall Reignite Their Old Beef

Chris Brown and Kevin McCall are at each other’s throat again. We thought that the two singers squashed their beef ages ago, but apparently not. McCall fired off a series of posts on Instagram last weekend bashing Chris Brown and members of his OHB crew for threatening and stalking him. He is also saying that he has no issues with Breezy and his crew but he is ready for a one-on-one fight with the “Loyal” singer. Brown didn’t respond to that offer, but one member of his crew name Sinko did. “Chris Brown is supposed to be a gangster, right,” McCall said. “Why every time he get into something with another man — one person — he gotta have a gang come help him? Chris Brown, you from out of town, my n***a. My whole city will turn up on you’re ass ...

Chris Brown – Sirens

[Verse 1] Let me see what you about Ok, I’ma fly you out Walk your pretty ass in my house We ain’t even gotta fuck on the first night Baby we can live, yeah, I know you had a long flight Ima keep it player, take the bed, I’ma take the couch You say you ahead first place, let me eat you out Got the dope dick all the bad bitches talk about She feel my nose ring, when I eat it, I’ma turn her out Already know my figures, OHB the pussy killers With the pistols and the strippers and a whole lot of bitches She gon’ shift it, I’ma whip it She off the white, I’m off the Henny Where you get all that energy Run around to the bed I’m the man in my city Know that you like consistency You know that I’m in love, if I fuck when your pussy bleed Sending...

Chris Brown – Who You Came With Lyrics

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown] I’m all out, finna ball out Been on my shit when you call out I been on bitches since the 8th grade I got an actress and a Playmate Do you wanna ride with me baby In the 6 splashin’ up full of models Catch your best friends, I’ma get ‘Cause they know I’ma lead and they’ll follow Yeah, Might put some bands up I’m the realist nigga, no actor Hit it from the back, I’m a factor Hey woah [Chorus: Chris Brown] Your partners, they warned me, they told me Let’s take it slowly, start as your homie Don’t care who you with You gon’ end in my bed So fuck who you came with Fuck who you came with, oh [Verse 1: Luvaboy TJ] Better call out, we finna ball out Woof, woof, I’ma bring all my dogs out Luvaboy TJ, ...

I see you – Kap G feat. Chris Brown lyrics

Lyrics Kap G – I see you Yeah, ooh girl I see you lookin’ my way (way) Yeah, right now I see you back in my place (my place) Ooh girl, I see you back in my bed (my bed) Ooh girl and don’t you f*ck with my head. Sh-sh-shawty, swing my way Yo, I just wanted you to come to my place Yo, I’ma pull up in that i8 Yeah, she just want the wood like a fireplace I ain’t tryna intervene but how you fit it in them jeans? I don’t really need a driver, I’ma f*ck you on the Benz I’ma f*ck you in so style, I’ma f*ck you in Supreme You know I won’t play around, I be ballin’ like Kareem I be flexin’ with my team. What’s your set, nigga? Throw it up What you represent? 2 or 3, I put it in my cup What you sippin’ for? OHB, you ...

Casanova – OHB (feat. Chris Brown Lo) (Be Safe Tho Mixtape)

[Hook: Casanova] With that Draco, I'ma kill a nigga I’m a gorilla, nigga Where you at? Where you go? Rain, sleet, hail, snow OHB gon' let it blow We gon’ kill you for the low So we ridin' round with Biggie on us Niggas tried to pull a Diddy on us But I'm Hov with the Glock though Or Spiz with the sig, yo I pull up to where you live, bro Wavin' that chopper out the window [Verse 1: Young Lo] Yeah, I’m ridin' like Pac, play Suge and get shot I'm like Eazy on the corner, Ice Cube's in a pot (boom boom boom) Yeah, today was a good day Made a mil off of Pills like Dr. Dre 'Cause murder was the case that they gave me I hit it doggy style, now Brenda got a baby Hard as ice tea on me, they wanna get the guy I pull that mac 10 and spray it with a crooked eye...

Chris Brown – Fuck Who You Came With Lyrics

[Bridge: Chris Brown] I ball out, finna ball out Been on my shit when you call out I been on this since the 8th grade I got an actress and a Play mate See you wanna ride with me baby In the 6 splashin’ up full of models Got your best friends I’ma keep ‘Cause they know I’ma lead and they’ll follow Yeah, back with some bottoms up I’m a realest nigga, no actor When he throw the bag, I’m a factor Hey woah [Hook: Chris Brown] Their partners, they warned me, they told me Let’s take it slowly, start act up on me Don’t care who you with You gon’ end in my bed So fuck who you came with Fuck who you came with, oh [Verse 2: Luvaboy TJ] Better call out, we finna ball out Woof, woof, I’ma bring all my dogs out Luvaboy TJ, Luva the rocker...

Chris Brown – Dont Fuck With Us

Look, I ain’t really with the talkin’, bitch I’m really ’bout that action I’m runnin’ up a ticket and fuckin’ bitches in traffic Got a hundred million dollars, I could give a fuck about a hater Oh, they be with the snitchin’ and bitchin’, they like investigatin’ Ain’t tryna run down with that 4, let your homie know All my niggas strapped like GI Joe, man you niggas toast All you niggas pussy, lyin’, claimin’ you a real nigga When we pull up and press your line, then we see who the real bitch isAnd I’m just tryna pay no mind, won’t waste my time Won’t give it all to a fuck nigga Don’t wanna show ’em the thriller, nigga don’t make me a killer You all pitchin’, we all hitter...

Chris Brown – Kriss Kross

VVS protect all in my wrist watch Got it jump, jumpin’ like I’m Kriss Kross She gon’ bring her girls, let ’em Kriss Kross Drippin’ water, I forgot to turn my wrist off All that goyard, let ’em Kriss Kross All that goyard, let ’em Kriss Kross She gon’ bring her girls, let ’em Kriss Kross All that goyard, let ’em Kriss KrossHoe I’m flossin’, tell your bitch get off Hit it once and had her feelin’ nauseous She pop that pussy, put that pressure on her I got a lot of freaks that live in Arizona Now I’m seein’ things, sippin’ on gasoline Poppin’ the Xan, I got the soda and the promethazine Five in the mornin’, keep me up like soldiers She say she wanted a OG, like hold up baby, there’...

Chris Brown – Dolce

They say, “Fuck you, where your friends at?” We say, “Fuck it, where the bands at?” We say, “Bitch you by the car? No” I tell the bitch I love the bottle Bitch you be busy, why you callin’? See that bitch is poppin’ bars nowPourin’ Dolce, Dolce yeah Why you playin’ round? Need to bring that body here I’m divin’ in, I eat it all day I don’t give a fuck what your hoe say Pourin’ Dolce, Dolce yeah Why you playin’ round? Need to bring that body here I’m divin’ in, I eat it all day I don’t give a fuck what your hoe sayBaby, you the finest, booty bouncin’ That’s why I put you in designer, I’m movin’ mountains Haters get the fuck from round, we don’t fuck aroun...

Chris Brown – Dash

Lock it Rise and pop it We shoot ’em shot The flow, them classic You see the flow, eh dog? You have to pull it and dash it Any how she come South She have to grip it and bash it Lock it Rise and pop it We shoot ’em shot The flow, them classic You see the flow, eh dog? You have to pull it and dash it Any how she come South She have to grip it and bash itLook, light a spliff up You know a nigga ain’t smokin’ it for the pictures Section Boyz and Breezy in VIP We gettin’ money and we ’bout to snatch your bitches Go figure, OHB, ain’t no broke niggas I see her poppin’ them pills, I let her roll with us She say she wanted to chill, I let her smoke with us I put my dick in and feel like a fuckin’ bow hit her Damn girl, I know your nigga mad Ca...

Chris Brown – Marathon Man

Word around town, it’s a drug war Step into my crib, it’s a drug store I don’t need nothin’, I just want more Real dope boy, I took the coke on tour Take a walk with me, this a plug talk Funny how this work got me takin’ off Hittin’ it for bricks and I make it off HoodyBaby, I’m the boss cause I paid the cost Young niggas sellin’ coke, I got WiFi Side bitches suckin’ dick from the sideline Fuck boys, they ain’t stickin’ to the guidelines The world is yours nigga, I want mineClassic, did my thing with the coke nigga Marathon man, I be runnin’ with the dope dealers Sippin’ Ace of Spades, gettin’ drunk with the gold diggers 100 thousand dollar cross, feelin’ like the Pope niggaMarathon man, nigga cheatin...

Chris Brown – I Can Tell

[Intro] Listen to this track bitch (Drumma Boy)[Hook: Chris Brown] She like them thug niggas, I can tell We throw that money up, I got your ass up in the air You wanna fuck with us, I can tell Don’t play with me, it’s game on, baby You know, now you done fucked up cause a real nigga need love I want all love of that ass and you poppin’ like it ain’t nothin’ Your attitude, your attitude, it turns me on And I can tell, I can tell, I can tell baby [Verse 1: Chris Brown] OHB, bitch this Breezy I’m a cold nigga I catch your bitch in the wind Her and her friend blowin’ kisses I’m pullin’ up right in that Bentley truck I got condoms for my condominium Hella trip before them bitches hittin’ them whippets She got that brain with the helium...

Chris Brown – New Gang

[Hook: Ray J & Chris Brown] Oh you see the new gang comin’, new gang comin’ Got that new gang comin’ in You see the new gang comin’ Bitch it’s OHB, yeah we comin’ Propane got us all blunted The cocaine got her nose runny The strap got 100 rounds in it If it ain’t about money nigga, you ain’t sayin’ nothin’[Verse 1: Ray J] Pull up to the club ’bout 100 It’s a lotta Pirus and a couple bounty hunters I’m whippin’ in that Wraith with my gunners 105 west with some shooters right in front of us Got that meth lab up and runnin’ Rest in peace to the big homie [?] Rest in peace to young [?] lil homie From Centerville to Fruit Town, we gettin’ money [Verse 2: Luvaboy TJ] You don’t bang bang, yo...

Chris Brown – In Love With the Bitches

[Verse 1: Chris Brown] Your envy is tall, my niggas livin’ right You mad cause we can pop bottles every fuckin’ night Poppin’ them pills when we chill, for real Smokin’ straight gas, I’mma see you in another life Bitch I’m blunted, just look in my eyes, I won’t fuckin’ lie Catch a vibe, codeine got me leanin’, I’m about to slide OHB, yeah we ride or die, better pick a side And when I get that pussy, you gon’ blame it on the liquor, right? When you gon’ let a real nigga live? Cause ain’t nothin’ for me to call up a side bitch Girl, let a lightskin nigga get up in them ribs And you can bring your girls, promise I won’t fuck them bitches Damn, you been frontin’ on that all night I gotta leave, come...

Chris Brown – Section One Hundred Billion

[Verse 1: HoodyBaby] I don’t know how to do this shit I wake up and just do this shit HoodyBaby, I’m too legit I’m the Boss, I made Hugo quit I pull up in a 2 door whip Make you go sick Flip a brick, kick a brick That judo shit My niggas is serious You niggas delirious No stoppin’ us, period I live at the dealership Angry, a nigga rich We want the bigger fish Choppin’ ’til I chop with the mafia Ask in my section, we popular Popavich, we poppin’ shots[Verse 2: Inch] Pull up with the OHB, I mean war I mean war, big russ war Big russ wanna lick down your car See me with the gang, better know that squad [Verse 3: Young Lo] If these niggas talkin’ reckless, see ’em on my necklace 100 round drum, niggas gon’ respect us Mob ties, yeah I&...