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Chris Brown feat Tyga
- Holla at me lyrics

Chris:
Uh, Boom, Boom
We ballin' in the room
Sweepin' up my competition
call me Mr. broom.
Knockin' niggaz over, call me bulldozer
one more drink for these *** and it's over.

Cause I'm a strike that something like a cobra
I know she want my venom
But I ain't gon' leave it in her
And right after I get her,
She know she with a winner,
and we straight to the crib
I ain't takin' her to dinner,
Nigga look @ my jewels
Aviator shades I ain't lookin' @ you,
Ah chu, bless me twice,
Be a rich nigga I be s***' on your life.

Magazine covers, magnem rubbers
I mean magnum, I don't f***k with stragglers
Niggaz want drama, Gangsta Grillz bastards
Did you check the caption? lights camera, action.

Holla @ Me Boo, Holla @ Me Baby, (x3)
I'm Turnt Up, I'm Super Turnt Up (x2).

a nigga beat, beat
and shawty toot, toot,
blowin' out there brains
car need a new roof,
lookin' like a superstar when I roll thru
and shawty I'm the truth
so mama what it do?
now let's ride out, ain't no trippin'
when we dippin' to my hide-out,
big dipper cause you sippin' on my bottle
only f** with them A-listin' models,
now let's get it like..

low fitted if you done it then I did it,

if you kick it, then I'm with it
we can do this s***t all-night.

your minute don't compare to my limit
when i'm in it and I get it
I'm a give it to you all night.

I'm the s***t yeah I go hard,
don't stand in lines nigga I Bogart
fat boy celebrity cause I'm so large
and don't need no battery cause I'm in charge.

Holla @ Me Boo, Holla @ Me Baby, (x3)
I'm Turnt Up, I'm Super Turnt Up (x2).

Tyga
I'm hot mo'f***ka, get a plate bitch
Don't say s***t, get your face-lift
rose rich let tha champagne drip,
niggas swag jack but this L. A. s***t
get it back, give it back, ain't 'bout s***t,
snap back them ain't even rare, where the tag @? ,
wack-*s all up in my ear bitch bag back,
I bag bad bitches mo'f***ka Kat Stacks,
yellow nigga, no cabs
Got the phantom out, no mats,
get your camera out uh, one flash,
hot beams steady shot clap your a*,
Aww, T. raw I'm so ahh,
loc's on, chucks low, black beanie dog,
patron top wash straight from the liquor store,
I'm turnt up I can't feel my face. so.

Holla @ Me Boo, Holla @ Me Baby, (x3)
I'm Turnt Up, I'm Super Turnt Up (x2).

Hey (x3)