Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown - Stranger Things

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  • Published: 25 February 2018
  • Joyner Lucas and Chris Brown - Stranger Things (Official Audio)
    Lyrics in comments.

    Watch also:
    Chris Brown & Joyner Lucas - Just Let Go
    https://youtu.be/btLGe6ZIIBk

    Chris Brown & Joyner Lucas - I Don't Die
    https://youtu.be/12LpYo-DP5Q

    Album "Angels and Demons"
    https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLPjIuAuyt3ViqzLo5-dQQL1uFo2UeHaPa

    Joyner Lucas teams up with Chris Brown to release Stranger Things, under a joint project called Angels & Demons.

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Comments • 764

  • FOUR SEVEN
    FOUR SEVEN  7 days back

    putitos

    • Emrah Kılıç
      Emrah Kılıç  1 weeks back

      Alper biçen den sa

      • oğulcan yavuz
        oğulcan yavuz  1 weeks back

        Alper biçenden gelenler +1

        • CARLOS EDREY OSUNA GARCIA

          cool

          • Kobey Slay
            Kobey Slay  2 weeks back

            Fire

            • angie robles
              angie robles  2 weeks back

              DOUUUU

              • Candela2007 Fornite
                Candela2007 Fornite  2 weeks back

                DOUUUUUUUUU

                • Sienna Hxll
                  Sienna Hxll  2 weeks back

                  Doing this for dance and JESSSSSSUSUUUUUSUSUsuusUUSU. My legs hurt from the backbeat lmao.

                  • Vanessa SYHNJTJ
                    Vanessa SYHNJTJ  2 weeks back

                    I'm here because of 1Million Dance Studios

                    • Bugs Bunny
                      Bugs Bunny  3 weeks back

                      Retards who came from Billie where u at

                      • Moutasem Charkieh
                        Moutasem Charkieh  3 weeks back

                        What does he mean when he says“I say Assalamu alaykum when I tear apart some bacon”

                        • Aymen
                          Aymen  6 days back

                          @MocK Limit I know that Im a muslim. Still wondering what that line means.

                        • MocK Limit
                          MocK Limit  6 days back

                          Moutasem Charkieh idk tbh

                        • MocK Limit
                          MocK Limit  6 days back

                          Aymen i was making a joke bruuuh, pork bacon isnt halal at all even if you do anything 😂😂

                        • Aymen
                          Aymen  3 weeks back

                          @Moutasem Charkieh not sure but I'm guessing it's an insult

                        • Moutasem Charkieh
                          Moutasem Charkieh  3 weeks back

                          @Aymen what do you mean by " intention"

                      • da boong
                        da boong  3 weeks back

                        Am I the only one who didn’t come here from Billie?

                      • EsO_halisonBRnYT
                        EsO_halisonBRnYT  3 weeks back

                        Brabo

                        • Raven Echo
                          Raven Echo  4 weeks back

                          might be obvious but it's 2:00 minutes in and i just realized the melody ( ish ) is from stranger things i think stranger things is actually a major chord up and then down a diminished chord but yeah... or one major then one diminished w/e don't have an instrument in reach

                          • YouCef Djilali
                            YouCef Djilali  4 weeks back

                            Billie eilish ?

                            • Maknae On Fleek
                              Maknae On Fleek  4 weeks back

                              It's hilarious how so many people went here cuz of that one ig video of Billie Eilish grooving to this song 😂😂





                              I am one of those people

                              • 洪逸勳
                                洪逸勳  4 weeks back

                                Bottles in a bucket full of ice (Yeah)
                                Better make room, vroom, hear the Lambo (Celebrate)
                                Bitch, better believe that I'ma sniper (Yeah)
                                You know I'm 'bout to take you from your man though (Celebrate)
                                Pop up with the chopper at artificial niggas actin' like bitches
                                And it started up a epidemic
                                It don't make a difference, nigga, we winnin', I'm plenty grinnin'
                                Hunnid million platinum, fuck it, you ain't gotta listen (Celebrate)
                                You better step down to me
                                Feel the dick, bitch, open up your mouth for me
                                Now choke, talk to the dick, honestly
                                I'm dope, bitch, comin' like Eenie Meenie Miney Mo (Celebrate)
                                I don't like when I lose (I don't)
                                If I don't buy her them shoes, I don't like those (Regulate)
                                Do anything that I want to
                                Think I'm gon' dance on the moon like Michael (Elevate)


                                While I'm drivin', I'm moonwalkin' in the sky with some shooters
                                We jump inside of the Buick, you duck and hide from the Rugers(Brap, brap)
                                A couple choppers, acoustic in the guitar with no music
                                Guess I'm alive and I use it, get stuck inside of the cubics (Buck, buck)
                                I never lie, but the truth is I'm fuckin' tired of these losers
                                And all my life want the food when it's supper time and the juice (Brap, brap)
                                But I'd rather die than to lose, it's a matter of time 'fore I lose it
                                And strategize with the movement-t-t-t-t-t (Buck, buck)
                                Walk in the trap like a boss, ooh
                                Ho, you know I'm drippin' with the sauce, ooh
                                Pretty, with a face full of scars
                                All they did was build me up, tried to take me apart (Buck, buck, buck)
                                They ain't ever wanna celebrate like you have a label
                                Call the doctor, heard the chopper make 'em do the Macarena(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
                                All you niggas sweet as candy, chocolate chip and Now and Later
                                Jolly Rancher, stick of bubblegum, it's watermelon flavored (Woo, woo, woo!)
                                Get the paper, I'ma celebrate on the corner
                                Heard you niggas got the juice, but I got Corona
                                Got a little Spanish bitch, I call her maricona
                                Joyner Lucas, bitch, I'm hotter than a fuckin' sauna (Woo, woo, woo!)
                                Yeah, I make you niggas elevate
                                All you new niggas don't do it for me, look (Woah)
                                Bitch I'm the professor, you a student to me, woah
                                Designer shades on, like you cooler than me, wait (Ayy)
                                All we do is win, you a loser to me
                                Rappers wanna talk about battle me (Joyner)
                                You can't give me neck with a mouth full of cavities
                                Bunch of lil' niggas tried grabbin' me (Grabbin' me)
                                Five foot five, boy, you niggas like half of me
                                You don't wanna see the other side of me (Yeah)
                                Hard to make 'em happy, all these bitches stay mad at me
                                I just might take her out to Applebee's (Applebee's)
                                Give her long dick and a strawberry daiquiri

                                Order Cheesecake Factory, bubblin', why you mumblin'?
                                What you utter? Stop stutterin', what you spend? Let me double it
                                Lime green 'Rari, two twins, call 'em double mints
                                If all you pussy niggas my kids, I'm in trouble then
                                Shut up 'fore I spank you for actin' up
                                Now I'm wakin' up in cabanas 'cause she bad as fuck
                                And all gorillas don't want bananas 'less your chain is tucked
                                You wiggity-wack with the strap, you cross Chris, make you jump
                                I criss-cross with the pump, ain't no bricks in the trunk
                                Leave that shit for the chumps, I still get what I want
                                Don't wanna believe in my mind, but you believe in my dump
                                I'm takin' a knee for my side, could give a fuck 'bout the owners
                                Nigga look at my eyes, you 'bout to give me my bonus
                                And every motherfuckin' record, that's a hit, I record it (Celebrate)
                                And e'ry motherfuckin' snitch up in this bitch, they report it (Celebrate)
                                You paid your way for this fade and can't even afford it
                                75 mil', look at me now (Celebrate)
                                And all these bad bitches can't keep their feet down (Elevate)
                                You don't really wanna see Brown
                                Need to stop all that shit talkin', put the seat down
                                Joyner, I don't really feel these niggas
                                Hol' up, I ain't gotta pay to kill these niggas
                                Time is money, need to fuck around and bill these niggas
                                Vet, so I'm finna good will these niggas (Celebrate) (Buck, buck, buck)
                                I'ma kill these niggas, I should grill these niggas
                                Take flex, Fresh Prince, Uncle Phil these niggas (Brap, brap, brap)Oh shit, I'm the shit, you could smell me, nigga
                                Break ribs, yeah, you don't want no real beef, nigga
                                I say As-salāmu ʿalaykum when I tear apart some bacon
                                Hoe, you actin' like a pig, you fuckin' filthy, nigga (Woo, woo, woo!)
                                Now the police tryna lock me in the prison, said, "I'm guilty"
                                I said, "Da da da da da, come and kill me, nigga" (Buck)

                                They must have forgot that I'm psycho (Jheeze)
                                Oh, you want war? Say no more
                                Turn your fuckin' block into a light show (Joyner)
                                You better be sure, better be sure
                                I'm the realest nigga that I know (Hey)
                                And I'm so bored, I might switch cars
                                I saved a lotta money on Geico (Jheeze)
                                The neighbors knockin' on my door, what the fuck you want?
                                Bitch, I'm alright (Jheeze)
                                Listen, nigga, mind your business, I'm so sick of niggas
                                Tellin' me how I been livin' my life (Joyner)
                                Sick of bumpin' shoulders, now I'm runnin' over
                                Every motherfucker who ain't wanna get in my ride(Buck, buck, buck, woo!)
                                I was watchin', you was shoppin'
                                Ain't never had the shit in my size (Jheeze)
                                Now I'm poppin', I'm poppin'
                                And your bitch keep hittin' my line
                                It's complicated, fuckin' up with my main bitch
                                Givin' it to the side bitch at the same damn time
                                Puttin' my face in it, never wastin' it
                                I'ma lay in it, hit it, hit it one more time
                                And I'ma proceed and play with the pussy
                                You know I don't keep my cape on a hoodie
                                But I keep a Uzi, it's a doozie, make a movie if you're actin' stupid
                                So (Celebrate)

                                • Hecktick
                                  Hecktick  1 months back

                                  I don't see much artists fuckin with either of these artists especially on Angels and Demons!!!!!!!!!!!! 100!!!!!!! Joyner + Breezy = Goat status

                                  • Nicole 14
                                    Nicole 14  1 months back

                                    Who is still hereee!?

                                    • Tan Tan
                                      Tan Tan  1 months back

                                      Bottles in a bucket full of ice (yeah)
                                      Better make room, vroom, hear the Lambo (celebrate)
                                      Bitch better believe that I'm a sniper (yeah)
                                      You know I'm 'bout to take you from your man though (celebrate)
                                      Pop up with the chopper at artificial niggas actin' like bitches
                                      It done started up a epidemic
                                      It don't make a difference, nigga we winnin', I'm plenty grinnin'
                                      Hundred million platinum, fuck it, you ain't gotta listen (celebrate)
                                      You better step down to me
                                      Feel the dick, bitch, open up your mouth for me
                                      Now choke, talk to the dick honestly
                                      I'm dope, bitch comin' like Eenie Meenie Miney Mo (celebrate)
                                      I don't like when I lose (I don't)
                                      If I don't buy her them shoes, I don't like those (regulate)
                                      Do anything that I want to
                                      Think I'm gon' dance on the moon like Michael (elevate)

                                      While I'm drivin', I'm moonwalking in the sky with some shooters
                                      We jump inside of the Buick, you duck and hide from the Rugers
                                      A couple choppers, acoustic in the guitar with the music
                                      Guess I'm alive and I use it, get stuck inside of the cubics
                                      I never lie but the truth is I'm fuckin' tired of these losers
                                      And all my life want the food when it's supper time in the juice
                                      But I'd rather die than to lose, it's a matter of time 'fore I lose it
                                      And strategize with the movement
                                      Walk in the trap like a boss, ooh
                                      Hoe, you know I'm drippin' with the sauce, ooh
                                      Pretty with a face full of scars
                                      All they did was build me up, try to take me apart
                                      They ain't never wanna (celebrate) like you have a label
                                      Call the doctor, heard the chopper make 'em do the Macarena
                                      All you niggas sweet as candy, chocolate chip and Now and Later
                                      Jolly Rancher, stick to bubblegum and watermelon flavored
                                      Get the paper, I'ma (celebrate) on the corner
                                      Heard you niggas got the juice but I got Corona
                                      Got a little Spanish bitch, I call her maricona
                                      Joyner Lucas, bitch, I'm hotter than a fuckin' sauna
                                      Yeah, I make you niggas (elevate)
                                      All you new niggas don't do it for me, look (woah)
                                      Bitchin' to professor you a student to me, woah
                                      Designer shades on, like you cooler than me, wait (ayy)
                                      All we do is win, you a loser to me
                                      Rappers wanna talk about battle me (Joyner)
                                      You can't give me neck with a mouth full of cavities
                                      Bunch of lil' niggas tried grabbin' me (grabbin' me)
                                      Five foot five, boy, you niggas like half of me
                                      You don't wanna see the other side of me (yeah)
                                      Hard to make 'em happy, all these bitches stay mad at me
                                      I just might take her out to Applebee's (Applebee's)
                                      Give her long dick and a strawberry daiquiri

                                      Order Cheesecake Factory, bubblin', why you mumblin'?
                                      What you utter? Stop stutterin', what you spend? Let me double it
                                      Lime green 'Rari, two twins, call 'em double mints
                                      If all you pussy niggas my kids, I'm in trouble then
                                      Shut up before I spank you for actin' up
                                      Now I'm wakin' up in cabanas 'cause she bad as fuck
                                      And all gorillas don't want bananas 'less your chain is tucked
                                      You wiggity-wack with the strap, you cross Chris, make you jump
                                      I criss-cross with the pump, ain't no bricks in the trunk
                                      Leave that shit for the chumps, I still get what I want
                                      Don't wanna believe in my mind, but you believe in my dump
                                      I'm takin' a knee for my side, could give a fuck 'bout they owners
                                      Nigga look at my eyes, you 'bout to give me my bonus
                                      And every motherfuckin' record, that's a hit, I record it (celebrate)
                                      And every motherfuckin' snitch up in this bitch, they report it (celebrate)
                                      You paid your way for this fade and can't even afford it
                                      Seventy-five mil', look at me now (celebrate)
                                      And all these bad bitches can't keep their feet down (elevate)
                                      You don't really wanna see Brown
                                      Need to stop all that shit talkin', put the seat down
                                      Joyner, I don't really feel these niggas
                                      Hol' up, I ain't gotta pay to kill these niggas
                                      Time is money, need to fuck around and bill these niggas
                                      Vet, so I'm finna good will these niggas (celebrate)
                                      I'ma kill these niggas, I should grill these niggas
                                      Take flex, Fresh Prince, Uncle Phil these niggas
                                      Oh shit, I'm the shit, you could smell me, nigga
                                      Break ribs, yeah, you don't want no real beef, nigga
                                      I say As-salāmu ʿalaykum when I tear apart some bacon
                                      Hoe, you actin' like a pig, you fuckin' filthy, nigga
                                      Now the police tryna lock me in the prison, said I'm guilty
                                      I said da da da da da, come and kill me, nigga

                                      They must have forgot that I'm psycho (jheeze)
                                      Oh, you want war? Say no more
                                      Turn your fuckin' block into a light show (Joyner)
                                      You better be sure, better be sure
                                      I'm the realest nigga that I know
                                      And I'm so bored, I might switch cars
                                      I saved a lotta money on Geico (jheeze)
                                      And neighbors knockin' on my door, what the fuck you want?
                                      Bitch, I'm alright (jheeze)
                                      Listen, nigga, mind your business, I'm so sick of niggas
                                      Tellin' me how I been livin' my life (Joyner)
                                      Sick of bumpin' shoulders now I'm runnin' over
                                      Every motherfucker who ain't wanna get in my ride
                                      I was watchin', you was shoppin'
                                      Ain't never had the shit in my size
                                      Now I'm poppin', I'm poppin'
                                      And your bitch keep hittin' my line
                                      It's complicated, fuckin' up with my main bitch
                                      Givin' it to the side bitch at the same damn time
                                      Puttin' my face in it, never wastin' it
                                      I'ma lay in it, hit it, hit it one more time
                                      And then I'ma proceed and play with the pussy
                                      You know I don't keep my cape on a hoodie
                                      But I keep a Uzi, it's a doozie, make a movie if you're actin'
                                      So (celebrate)

                                      • Ddee Chil
                                        Ddee Chil  1 months back

                                        From Billie elish👌 good song

                                        • Isaac Peneha
                                          Isaac Peneha  1 months back

                                          Season 4 of stranger things intro theme.

                                          • sam billington
                                            sam billington  1 months back

                                            The most underrated song ever

                                            • [Kaos]It's_BL4zedShadowHDZ

                                              all these bitches saying they came from billie eillish ive been here since the beggining

                                              • ArmX_TroniZZ KMT
                                                ArmX_TroniZZ KMT  2 months back

                                                brasil

                                                • Mailbox
                                                  Mailbox  2 months back

                                                  Where the fuck is the album

                                                  • Elisa Rocio Winchonlong Riveros

                                                    I'm here from Adam Sevani's dance video

                                                    • Emas
                                                      Emas  2 months back

                                                      GUYS SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT COMING FROM BILLIE EILISH AND FUCKING APRECIATE THE SONG

                                                      • RAY
                                                        RAY  2 months back

                                                        [Verse 1: Chris Brown]
                                                        Bottles in a bucket full of ice (Yeah)
                                                        Better make room, vroom, hear the Lambo (Celebrate)
                                                        Bitch, better believe that I'ma sniper (Yeah)
                                                        You know I'm 'bout to take you from your man though (Celebrate)
                                                        Pop up with the chopper at artificial niggas actin' like bitches
                                                        And it started up a epidemic
                                                        It don't make a difference, nigga, we winnin', I'm plenty grinnin'
                                                        Hunnid million platinum, fuck it, you ain't gotta listen (Celebrate)
                                                        You better step down to me
                                                        Feel the dick, bitch, open up your mouth for me
                                                        Now choke, talk to the dick, honestly
                                                        I'm dope, bitch, comin' like Eenie Meenie Miney Mo (Celebrate)
                                                        I don't like when I lose (I don't)
                                                        If I don't buy her them shoes, I don't like those (Regulate)
                                                        Do anything that I want to
                                                        Think I'm gon' dance on the moon like Michael (Elevate)

                                                        [Verse 2: Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown]
                                                        While I'm drivin', I'm moonwalkin' in the sky with some shooters
                                                        We jump inside of the Buick, you duck and hide from the Rugers (Brap, brap)
                                                        A couple choppers, acoustic in the guitar with no music
                                                        Guess I'm alive and I use it, get stuck inside of the cubics (Buck, buck)
                                                        I never lie, but the truth is I'm fuckin' tired of these losers
                                                        And all my life want the food when it's supper time and the juice (Brap, brap)
                                                        But I'd rather die than to lose, it's a matter of time 'fore I lose it
                                                        And strategize with the movement-t-t-t-t-t (Buck, buck)
                                                        Walk in the trap like a boss, ooh
                                                        Ho, you know I'm drippin' with the sauce, ooh
                                                        Pretty, with a face full of scars
                                                        All they did was build me up, tried to take me apart (Buck, buck, buck)
                                                        They ain't ever wanna celebrate like you have a label
                                                        Call the doctor, heard the chopper make 'em do the Macarena (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
                                                        All you niggas sweet as candy, chocolate chip and Now and Later
                                                        Jolly Rancher, stick of bubblegum, it's watermelon flavored (Woo, woo, woo!)
                                                        Get the paper, I'ma celebrate on the corner
                                                        Heard you niggas got the juice, but I got Corona
                                                        Got a little Spanish bitch, I call her maricona
                                                        Joyner Lucas, bitch, I'm hotter than a fuckin' sauna (Woo, woo, woo!)
                                                        Yeah, I make you niggas elevate
                                                        All you new niggas don't do it for me, look (Woah)
                                                        Bitch I'm the professor, you a student to me, woah
                                                        Designer shades on, like you cooler than me, wait (Ayy)
                                                        All we do is win, you a loser to me
                                                        Rappers wanna talk about battle me (Joyner)
                                                        You can't give me neck with a mouth full of cavities
                                                        Bunch of lil' niggas tried grabbin' me (Grabbin' me)
                                                        Five foot five, boy, you niggas like half of me
                                                        You don't wanna see the other side of me (Yeah)
                                                        Hard to make 'em happy, all these bitches stay mad at me
                                                        I just might take her out to Applebee's (Applebee's)
                                                        Give her long dick and a strawberry daiquiri

                                                        [Verse 3: Chris Brown & Joyner Lucas]
                                                        Order Cheesecake Factory, bubblin', why you mumblin'?
                                                        What you utter? Stop stutterin', what you spend? Let me double it
                                                        Lime green 'Rari, two twins, call 'em double mints
                                                        If all you pussy niggas my kids, I'm in trouble then
                                                        Shut up 'fore I spank you for actin' up
                                                        Now I'm wakin' up in cabanas 'cause she bad as fuck
                                                        And all gorillas don't want bananas 'less your chain is tucked
                                                        You wiggity-wack with the strap, you cross Chris, make you jump
                                                        I criss-cross with the pump, ain't no bricks in the trunk
                                                        Leave that shit for the chumps, I still get what I want
                                                        Don't wanna believe in my mind, but you believe in my dump
                                                        I'm takin' a knee for my side, could give a fuck 'bout the owners
                                                        Nigga look at my eyes, you 'bout to give me my bonus
                                                        And every motherfuckin' record, that's a hit, I record it (Celebrate)
                                                        And e'ry motherfuckin' snitch up in this bitch, they report it (Celebrate)
                                                        You paid your way for this fade and can't even afford it
                                                        75 mil', look at me now (Celebrate)
                                                        And all these bad bitches can't keep their feet down (Elevate)
                                                        You don't really wanna see Brown
                                                        Need to stop all that shit talkin', put the seat down
                                                        Joyner, I don't really feel these niggas
                                                        Hol' up, I ain't gotta pay to kill these niggas
                                                        Time is money, need to fuck around and bill these niggas
                                                        Vet, so I'm finna good will these niggas (Celebrate) (Buck, buck, buck)
                                                        I'ma kill these niggas, I should grill these niggas
                                                        Take flex, Fresh Prince, Uncle Phil these niggas (Brap, brap, brap)Oh shit, I'm the shit, you could smell me, nigga
                                                        Break ribs, yeah, you don't want no real beef, nigga
                                                        I say As-salāmu ʿalaykum when I tear apart some bacon
                                                        Hoe, you actin' like a pig, you fuckin' filthy, nigga (Woo, woo, woo!)
                                                        Now the police tryna lock me in the prison, said, "I'm guilty"
                                                        I said, "Da da da da da, come and kill me, nigga" (Buck)

                                                        [Verse 4: Joyner Lucas, Chris Brown & Both]
                                                        They must have forgot that I'm psycho (Jheeze)
                                                        Oh, you want war? Say no more
                                                        Turn your fuckin' block into a light show (Joyner)
                                                        You better be sure, better be sure
                                                        I'm the realest nigga that I know (Hey)
                                                        And I'm so bored, I might switch cars
                                                        I saved a lotta money on Geico (Jheeze)
                                                        The neighbors knockin' on my door, what the fuck you want?
                                                        Bitch, I'm alright (Jheeze)
                                                        Listen, nigga, mind your business, I'm so sick of niggas
                                                        Tellin' me how I been livin' my life (Joyner)
                                                        Sick of bumpin' shoulders, now I'm runnin' over
                                                        Every motherfucker who ain't wanna get in my ride(Buck, buck, buck, woo!)
                                                        I was watchin', you was shoppin'
                                                        Ain't never had the shit in my size (Jheeze)
                                                        Now I'm poppin', I'm poppin'
                                                        And your bitch keep hittin' my line

                                                        • joao rap
                                                          joao rap  2 months back

                                                          Chis Brown; the R&B singer that raps better than u fev rapper

                                                          • •Den1se Qu0ta•
                                                            •Den1se Qu0ta•  2 months back

                                                            My mom doesn't like this song.
                                                            But I do.
                                                            So screw my mom!!!!




                                                            Jk mom I love you ;^;

                                                            • hicham andro
                                                              hicham andro  2 months back

                                                              U ain't gotta listen 👂 😂😂🎶

                                                              • Mr.NeLoS 85
                                                                Mr.NeLoS 85  2 months back

                                                                These jam to lit that my phone catch on fire

                                                                • Elly Timmermans
                                                                  Elly Timmermans  2 months back

                                                                  😘love chris brown

                                                                  • hoa le
                                                                    hoa le  2 months back

                                                                    I'M FROM VIETNAM

                                                                    • Minerva McGranitt
                                                                      Minerva McGranitt  3 months back

                                                                      Bottles in a bucket full of ice (yeah)
                                                                      Better make room, vroom, hear the Lambo (celebrate)
                                                                      Bitch better believe that I'm a sniper (yeah)
                                                                      You know I'm 'bout to take you from your man though (celebrate)
                                                                      Pop up with the chopper at artificial niggas actin' like bitches
                                                                      It done started up a epidemic
                                                                      It don't make a difference, nigga we winnin', I'm plenty grinnin'
                                                                      Hundred million platinum, fuck it, you ain't gotta listen (celebrate)
                                                                      You better step down to me
                                                                      Feel the dick, bitch, open up your mouth for me
                                                                      Now choke, talk to the dick honestly
                                                                      I'm dope, bitch comin' like Eenie Meenie Miney Mo (celebrate)
                                                                      I don't like when I lose (I don't)
                                                                      If I dont buy her damn shoes, I don't like those (regulate)
                                                                      Do anything that I want to
                                                                      Think I'm gon' dance on the moon like Michael (elevate)

                                                                      While I'm drivin', I'm moonwalking in the sky with some shooters
                                                                      We jump inside of the Buick, you duck and hide from the Rugers
                                                                      A couple choppers, acoustic in the guitar with the music
                                                                      Guess I'm alive and I use it, get stuck inside of the cubics
                                                                      I never lie but the truth is I'm fuckin' tired of these losers
                                                                      And all my life want the food when it's supper time in the juice
                                                                      But I'd rather die than to lose, it's a matter of time 'fore I lose it
                                                                      And strategize with the movement
                                                                      Walk in the trap like a boss, ooh
                                                                      Hoe, you know I'm drippin' with the sauce, ooh
                                                                      Pretty with a face full of scars
                                                                      All they did was build me up, try to take me apart
                                                                      They ain't never wanna (celebrate) like you have a label
                                                                      Call the doctor, heard the chopper make 'em do the Macarena
                                                                      All you niggas sweet as candy, chocolate chip and Now and Later
                                                                      Jolly Rancher, stick to bubblegum and watermelon flavored
                                                                      Get the paper, I'ma (celebrate) on the corner
                                                                      Heard you niggas got the juice but I got Corona
                                                                      Got a little Spanish bitch, I call her maricona
                                                                      Joyner Lucas, bitch, I'm hotter than a fuckin' sauna
                                                                      Yeah, I make you niggas (elevate)
                                                                      All you new niggas don't do it for me, look (woah)
                                                                      Bitchin' to professor you a student to me, woah
                                                                      Designer shades on, like you cooler than me, wait (ayy)
                                                                      All we do is win, you a loser to me
                                                                      Rappers wanna talk about battle me (Joyner)
                                                                      You can't give me neck with a mouth full of cavities
                                                                      Bunch of lil' niggas tried grabbin' me (grabbin' me)
                                                                      Five foot five, boy, you niggas like half of me
                                                                      You don't wanna see the other side of me (yeah)
                                                                      Hard to make 'em happy, all these bitches stay mad at me
                                                                      I just might take her out to Applebee's (Applebee's)
                                                                      Give her long dick and a strawberry daiquiri

                                                                      Order Cheesecake Factory, bubblin', why you mumblin'?
                                                                      What you utter? Stop stutterin', what you spend? Let me double it
                                                                      Lime green 'Rari, two twins, call 'em double mints
                                                                      If all you pussy niggas my kids, I'm in trouble then
                                                                      Shut up before I spank you for actin' up
                                                                      Now I'm wakin' up in cabanas 'cause she bad as fuck
                                                                      And all gorillas don't want bananas 'less your chain is tucked
                                                                      You wiggity-wack with the strap, you cross Chris, make you jump
                                                                      I criss-cross with the pump, ain't no bricks in the trunk
                                                                      Leave that shit for the chumps, I still get what I want
                                                                      Don't wanna believe in my mind, but you believe in my dump
                                                                      I'm takin' a knee for my side, could give a fuck 'bout they owners
                                                                      Nigga look at my eyes, you 'bout to give me my bonus
                                                                      And every motherfuckin' record, that's a hit, I record it (celebrate)
                                                                      And every motherfuckin' snitch up in this bitch, they report it (celebrate)
                                                                      You paid your way for this fade and can't even afford it
                                                                      Seventy-five mil', look at me now (celebrate)
                                                                      And all these bad bitches can't keep their feet down (elevate)
                                                                      You don't really wanna see Brown
                                                                      Need to stop all that shit talkin', put the seat down
                                                                      Joyner, I don't really feel these niggas
                                                                      Hol' up, I ain't gotta pay to kill these niggas
                                                                      Time is money, need to fuck around and bill these niggas
                                                                      Vet, so I'm finna good will these niggas (celebrate)
                                                                      I'ma kill these niggas, I should grill these niggas
                                                                      Take flex, Fresh Prince, Uncle Phil these niggas
                                                                      Oh shit, I'm the shit, you could smell me, nigga
                                                                      Break ribs, yeah, you don't want no real beef, nigga
                                                                      I say As-salāmu ʿalaykum when I tear apart some bacon
                                                                      Hoe, you actin' like a pig, you fuckin' filthy, nigga
                                                                      Now the police tryna lock me in the prison, said I'm guilty
                                                                      I said da da da da da, come and kill me, nigga

                                                                      They must have forgot that I'm psycho (jheeze)
                                                                      Oh, you want war? Say no more
                                                                      Turn your fuckin' block into a light show (Joyner)
                                                                      You better be sure, better be sure
                                                                      I'm the realest nigga that I know
                                                                      And I'm so bored, I might switch cars
                                                                      I saved a lotta money on Geico (jheeze)
                                                                      And neighbors knockin' on my door, what the fuck you want?
                                                                      Bitch, I'm alright (jheeze)
                                                                      Listen, nigga, mind your business, I'm so sick of niggas
                                                                      Tellin' me how I been livin' my life (Joyner)
                                                                      Sick of bumpin' shoulders now I'm runnin' over
                                                                      Every motherfucker who ain't wanna get in my ride
                                                                      I was watchin', you was shoppin'
                                                                      Ain't never had the shit in my size
                                                                      Now I'm poppin', I'm poppin'
                                                                      And your bitch keep hittin' my line
                                                                      It's complicated, fuckin' up with my main bitch
                                                                      Givin' it to the side bitch at the same damn time
                                                                      Puttin' my face in it, never wastin' it
                                                                      I'ma lay in it, hit it, hit it one more time
                                                                      And then I'ma proceed and play with the pussy
                                                                      You know I don't keep my cape on a hoodie
                                                                      But I keep a Uzi, it's a doozie, make a movie if you're actin'
                                                                      So (celebrate)

                                                                      • Nalu Belanio
                                                                        Nalu Belanio  3 months back

                                                                        geico: we need a new ad or shoutout or sum




                                                                        joyner an chris: hold my savings

                                                                        • Rafael Novais
                                                                          Rafael Novais  3 months back

                                                                          Se loko muito top 😎👉

                                                                          • Rachel Rose Shaw
                                                                            Rachel Rose Shaw  3 months back

                                                                            Who's here because they have good taste in music ?

                                                                            • Ali_Clearsenti
                                                                              Ali_Clearsenti  3 months back

                                                                              👀 “You bout to give me my bonus” 😂

                                                                              • ILAH
                                                                                ILAH  3 months back

                                                                                LYRICS
                                                                                Bottles in a bucket full of ice (Yeah)
                                                                                Better make room, vroom, hear the Lambo (Celebrate)
                                                                                Bitch, better believe that I'ma sniper (Yeah)
                                                                                You know I'm 'bout to take you from your man though (Celebrate)
                                                                                Pop up with the chopper at artificial niggas actin' like bitches
                                                                                And it started up a epidemic
                                                                                It don't make a difference, nigga, we winnin', I'm plenty grinnin'
                                                                                Hunnid million platinum, fuck it, you ain't gotta listen (Celebrate)
                                                                                You better step down to me
                                                                                Feel the dick, bitch, open up your mouth for me
                                                                                Now choke, talk to the dick, honestly
                                                                                I'm dope, bitch, comin' like Eenie Meenie Miney Mo (Celebrate)
                                                                                I don't like when I lose (I don't)
                                                                                If I don't buy her them shoes, I don't like those (Regulate)
                                                                                Do anything that I want to
                                                                                Think I'm gon' dance on the moon like Michael (Elevate)

                                                                                While I'm drivin', I'm moonwalkin' in the sky with some shooters
                                                                                We jump inside of the Buick, you duck and hide from the Rugers (Brap, brap)
                                                                                A couple choppers, acoustic in the guitar with no music
                                                                                Guess I'm alive and I use it, get stuck inside of the cubics (Buck, buck)
                                                                                I never lie, but the truth is I'm fuckin' tired of these losers
                                                                                And all my life want the food when it's supper time and the juice (Brap, brap)
                                                                                But I'd rather die than to lose, it's a matter of time 'fore I lose it
                                                                                And strategize with the movement-t-t-t-t-t (Buck, buck)
                                                                                Walk in the trap like a boss, ooh
                                                                                Ho, you know I'm drippin' with the sauce, ooh
                                                                                Pretty, with a face full of scars
                                                                                All they did was build me up, tried to take me apart (Buck, buck, buck)
                                                                                They ain't ever wanna celebrate like you have a label
                                                                                Call the doctor, heard the chopper make 'em do the Macarena (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
                                                                                All you niggas sweet as candy, chocolate chip and Now and Later
                                                                                Jolly Rancher, stick of bubblegum, it's watermelon flavored (Woo, woo, woo!)
                                                                                Get the paper, I'ma celebrate on the corner
                                                                                Heard you niggas got the juice, but I got Corona
                                                                                Got a little Spanish bitch, I call her maricona
                                                                                Joyner Lucas, bitch, I'm hotter than a fuckin' sauna (Woo, woo, woo!)
                                                                                Yeah, I make you niggas elevate
                                                                                All you new niggas don't do it for me, look (Woah)
                                                                                Bitch I'm the professor, you a student to me, Woah
                                                                                Designer shades on, like you cooler than me, wait (Ayy)
                                                                                All we do is win, you a loser to me
                                                                                Rappers wanna talk about battle me (Joyner)
                                                                                You can't give me neck with a mouth full of cavities
                                                                                Bunch of lil' niggas tried grabbin' me (Grabbin' me)
                                                                                Five foot five, boy, you niggas like half of me
                                                                                You don't wanna see the other side of me (Yeah)
                                                                                Hard to make 'em happy, all these bitches stay mad at me
                                                                                I just might take her out to Applebee's (Applebee's)
                                                                                Give her long dick and a strawberry daiquiri

                                                                                Order Cheesecake Factory, bubblin', why you mumblin'?
                                                                                What you utter? Stop stutterin', what you spend? Let me double it
                                                                                Lime green 'rari, two twins, call 'em double mints
                                                                                If all you pussy niggas my kids, I'm in trouble then
                                                                                Shut up 'fore I spank you for actin' up
                                                                                Now I'm wakin' up in cabanas 'cause she bad as fuck
                                                                                And all gorillas don't want bananas 'less your chain is tucked
                                                                                You wiggity-wack with the strap, you cross Chris, make you jump
                                                                                I criss-cross with the pump, ain't no bricks in the trunk
                                                                                Leave that shit for the chumps, I still get what I want
                                                                                Don't wanna believe in my mind, but you believe in my dump
                                                                                I'm takin' a knee for my side, could give a fuck 'bout the owners
                                                                                Nigga look at my eyes, you 'bout to give me my bonus
                                                                                And every motherfuckin' record, that's a hit, I record it (Celebrate)
                                                                                And e'ry motherfuckin' snitch up in this bitch, they report it (Celebrate)
                                                                                You paid your way for this fade and can't even afford it
                                                                                Seventy-five mil', look at me now (Celebrate)
                                                                                And all these bad bitches can't keep their feet down (Elevate)
                                                                                You don't really wanna see Brown
                                                                                Need to stop all that shit talkin', put the seat down
                                                                                Joyner, I don't really feel these niggas
                                                                                Hol' up, I ain't gotta pay to kill these niggas
                                                                                Time is money, need to fuck around and bill these niggas
                                                                                Vet, so I'm finna good will these niggas (Celebrate) (Buck, buck, buck)
                                                                                I'ma kill these niggas, I should grill these niggas
                                                                                Take flex, Fresh Prince, Uncle Phil these niggas (Brap, brap, brap)Oh shit, I'm the shit, you could smell me, nigga
                                                                                Break ribs, yeah, you don't want no real beef, nigga
                                                                                I say As-salāmu ʿalaykum when I tear apart some bacon
                                                                                Hoe, you actin' like a pig, you fuckin' filthy, nigga (Woo, woo, woo!)
                                                                                Now the police tryna lock me in the prison, said, "I'm guilty"
                                                                                I said, "Da da da da da, come and kill me, nigga" (Buck)


                                                                                They must have forgot that I'm psycho (Jheeze)
                                                                                Oh, you want war? Say no more
                                                                                Turn your fuckin' block into a light show (Joyner)
                                                                                You better be sure, better be sure
                                                                                I'm the realest nigga that I know (Hey)
                                                                                And I'm so bored, I might switch cars
                                                                                I saved a lotta money on Geico (Jheeze)
                                                                                The neighbors knockin' on my door, what the fuck you want?
                                                                                Bitch, I'm alright (Jheeze)
                                                                                Listen, nigga, mind your business, I'm so sick of niggas
                                                                                Tellin' me how I been livin' my life (Joyner)
                                                                                Sick of bumpin' shoulders, now I'm runnin' over
                                                                                Every motherfucker who ain't wanna get in my ride(Buck, buck, buck, woo!)
                                                                                I was watchin', you was shoppin'
                                                                                Ain't never had the shit in my size (Jheeze)
                                                                                Now I'm poppin', I'm poppin'
                                                                                And your bitch keep hittin' my line
                                                                                It's complicated, fuckin' up with my main bitch
                                                                                Givin' it to the side bitch at the same damn time
                                                                                Puttin' my face in it, never wastin' it
                                                                                I'ma lay in it, hit it, hit it one more time
                                                                                And I'ma proceed and play with the pussy
                                                                                You know I don't keep my cape on a hoodie
                                                                                But I keep a Uzi, it's a doozie, make a movie if you're actin' stupid
                                                                                So (Celebrate)
                                                                                -genius

                                                                                • Amir Faruk
                                                                                  Amir Faruk  3 months back

                                                                                  Shut up before I smack you for acting up hmmmm






                                                                                  Rihanna much?

                                                                                  • ItsJust Lion
                                                                                    ItsJust Lion  3 months back

                                                                                    Who was here when it first released ?

                                                                                    • Linton Wilson
                                                                                      Linton Wilson  3 months back

                                                                                      heat

                                                                                      • Mathes Vijayachandran
                                                                                        Mathes Vijayachandran  4 months back

                                                                                        All this Billie bitch fans omg hahaha, open ur eyes u dumb ass bitches, that bitch ain't got talent. u should be here bc this song is lit not bc of that s.a.b. Chris n Joyner r fucking Gods...Billie? Who's Billie compared to my niggas??






                                                                                        Sry if my english is bad...but I'm not american or british or what the fuck ever..I'm swiss

                                                                                        • Brandon Beddows
                                                                                          Brandon Beddows  4 months back

                                                                                          Here because of Joyner and not Billie who ???

                                                                                          • CHANNEL 666
                                                                                            CHANNEL 666  4 months back

                                                                                            You could give me a neck with a mouth full of cavities

                                                                                            • Rikoh boosted
                                                                                              Rikoh boosted  4 months back

                                                                                              #1