Chris Brown - T.Y.A

T.Y.A
T.Y.A

[Intro: DJ Drama]
Yep!
Rhythm & Streets
Gangsta Grillz

[Verse 1: Chris Brown, DJ Sense, DJ Drama]
Girl, you need to get your money back
You’ve been had, I hope you got a warranty (‘ty)
‘Cause I been walking ’round with money bags
(DJ Drama, fuck these niggas up!)
In my bag, shawty gonna roll with me (Ow!)
Girl, you need to get your money back
You’ve been had, I hope you got a warranty (‘ty)
‘Cause I been walking ’round with money bags
In my bag, shawty need to roll with me
Go slow, promise I can make you beg for more
Put that thing on repeat
So holla holla if you with me
Got dollar dollars if you with me, yeah, yeah

[Pre-Chrous: Chris Brown]
Imagine taking trips to Paris
Anything that you want, girl, I’ll get it
You got a banging body
Anything you wear is sexy, baby, lady
Ooh-ooh-oh
I wanna kiss you between your thighs
And when I’m licking and I’m touching
Super bad, McLovin
Time to go night night, bedtime

[Chorus: Kevin McCall, Chris Brown, Both]
Make your hands touch your ankles, hands touch your ankles
Hands touch your ankles, hands touch your—
H-H-H-Hands touch your ankles, hands touch your ankles
Hands touch your, hands touch you, h-h-h-hands—
Make it clap for me
H-H-H-Hands touch your ankles, hands touch your ankles
Hands touch your ankles
H-H-H-H-H-Hands touch your ankles, hands touch your ankles
A-A-Ankles, a-a-ankles, a-a-ankles, a-a-ankles (Gangsta Grillz)

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Hey, mama, can you give it to me now?
‘Cause I can tell you can really give it to me now
Come on, girl, get loose with me now
Show me somethin’ I ain’t never seen, baby
Break it on down for me, get it, get it, girl
Don’t stop, right now all I wanna see is you
On top, top, on top (Babe)
On top, top, on top (Yeah)

[Pre-Chrous: Chris Brown]
Imagine taking trips to Paris
Anything that you want, girl, I’ll get it
You got a banging body
Anything you wear is sexy, baby, lady
Ooh-ooh-oh
I wanna kiss you between your thighs
And when I’m licking and I’m touching
Super bad, McLovin
Time to go night night, bedtime

[Chorus: Kevin McCall, Chris Brown, Both]
Make your hands touch your ankles, hands touch your ankles
Hands touch your ankles, hands touch your—
H-H-H-Hands touch your ankles, hands touch your ankles
Hands touch your, hands touch you, h-h-h-hands—
Make it clap for me
H-H-H-Hands touch your ankles, hands touch your ankles
Hands touch your ankles
H-H-H-H-H-Hands touch your ankles, hands touch your ankles
A-A-Ankles, a-a-ankles, a-a-ankles, a-a-ankles

[Verse 3: Chris Brown, Kevin McCall]
Yeah, flow sick, I need a motherfuckin’ ambulance
Big knob so my jeans look like Hammer pants (Trendsetter)
(A-A-Ankles, a-a-ankles, a-a-ankles, a-a-ankles)
Yeah, flow sick, I need a motherfuckin’ ambulance
Flow sick, I need a motherfuckin’ ambulance
Big knob so my jeans look like Hammer pants
Get on the floor, lil’ mama, I’ma make ya dance
Hands on your ankles, three-point stance
Six-inch heels, are those Balenciaga?
Gimme that poker face, ha, Lady Gaga
I’m like Sesame Street, gotta eat, cookie monster
Girl, I can put it on ya, eat it La-La-La Bamba
Nah, let me chill though, just like my chain is
Hunnid-fifty stacks, now my jeweler famous
Haha, don’t I make it look easy?
Coolest nigga in this spot, that’s why they call me Breezy

[Chorus: Kevin McCall, Chris Brown, Both]
Make your hands touch your ankles, hands touch your ankles
Hands touch your ankles, hands touch your—
H-H-H-Hands touch your ankles, hands touch your ankles
Hands touch your, hands touch you, h-h-h-hands—
Make it clap for me
H-H-H-Hands touch your ankles, hands touch your ankles
Hands touch your ankles
H-H-H-H-H-Hands touch your ankles, hands touch your ankles
A-A-Ankles, a-a-ankles, a-a-ankles, a-a-ankles

[Outro]
Gangsta

 

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