[Lyrics]Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown – Stranger Things lyrics | Mallam Media

[Lyrics]Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown – Stranger Things lyrics | Mallam Media

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]

Bottles and 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 and artificial niggas actin’ like bitches, it done started up a epidemic

It don’t make a difference, nigga, we winnin’, I’m plenty grinnin’

A 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 it, think I’m gon’ dance on the moon like Michael (elevate)

[Verse 2: Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown]

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 and the guitar

When 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 summertime and 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 I relate to Jolly Ranchers

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)

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 ’round 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’?

Watch 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 are 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-criss, 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 reported (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

[Verse 4: Joyner Lucas, Chris Brown & Both]

They must have forgot that I’m pyscho (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

Save a lotta money on Geico (jheeze)

And neighbors knockin’ on my door, what the fuck you want?

Bitch, I’m Irak (jheeze)

Listen, nigga, mind your business

I’m so sick of niggas tellin’ me how I’ve been livin’ my life

Sick of rubbin’ 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 side

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 give a Uzi, it’s a doozie, make a movie if you’re actin’, so (celebrate)