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Chris Brown Exclusive Hold Up [Intro:] this sounds like an elevator music Chris Brown Big Boi Yeah [Big Boi Rap] Hook, line, and sinker I knew she was mine the day I seen her Got a big mouth bass On the line It's time for me to retrieve her And go get her like a wide receiver But we don't play no ball See when it comes to you babygirl, B.B. don't play at all [Verse 1 (Chris Brown):] On the real we need to nip this in the bud 'cause we kept it real with everyone So tell me why they hating (everybody's hating) It feels like they just waiting (for us to grow apart) Yeah it's just hard for me to do But baby if I'm your man I guess I gotta be a man These men just gotta understand Little girl, with curves and hips, luscious lips Girl I can't front now I'm nervous [Chorus:] I'm like hold up Wait, wait a minute I'm genuine with it I ain't tryna put no pimping in it I'm like hold up Can I talk to her? Hold up Can I take her out? Hold up, uh That's why I gotta tell you [Verse 2 (Chris Brown):] Now a days is so crazy Out here You'd wanna be cutting me If your daughter struts with me Lucky me, and you'd be lucky too No entourage, no crew Just me riding with my boo I got her But don't think I'm replacing you Girl know you know what I do And I'm a major minor It'll take days and days and decades to find another Dude, that's gonna walk in my shoes And girl keep it one with you As long if you do the usual [Chorus] Now baby please Hang up the phone 'cause I'm talking to your father Mr Jones, Mr Jones I've been talking to your daughter And she likes me She told me she likes me And I really like her She's gonna be my wifey I say, baby, please Hang up the phone 'cause I'm talking to your father Mr Jones, Mr Jones I've been talking to your daughter And she likes me He told me she likes me And I really like her She's gonna be my wifey [Chorus] [Big Boi Rap] Now is the time for me to come clean Now is the time for us to turn that yellow light to green light And proceed us together, be more better like lemon pepper on your wings And you'll never find another fellow that's better than your king Know what I mean, know what I'm saying, know what I'm talking about, girl who is playing? But we can't have no picket fence 'cause we got acres and acres of land The haters are taking it mad That we can handle these fakers with class Mannerisms on that C.O. five and a half on they ass Girl, bye, give it a try, give your boy a chance Ever since you landed in my space it seems like I'm yours again My top friend, drop them We don't need no audience Popping For approval or applause, not them [Chorus] I'm like hold up Wait, wait a minute I'm genuine with it I ain't tryna put no pimping in it I'm like hold up Can I talk to her? Hold up Can I take her out? Hold up, uh That's why I gotta tell you Baby, please And she likes me And I really like her Baby, please She's gonna be my wifey Baby, please |
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