Don't Be Gone Too Long (Feat. Ariana Grande) Lyrics - Chris Brown

[Verse 1: Chris Brown & Ariana Grande]
I dug a single seed into the ground
I hope it grows, grows
In a year or two if you're around
You'll see a rose, rose
Pack me up and keep me hidden somewhere, that you can find me
On this train to Paris going nowhere, draw the bridge behind me

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Don't be gone too long (too long)
Cause you won't be there to love me when you're gone
Don't be gone too long (too long)
Tell me who's gonna love me when you're gone

[Verse 2: Chris Brown & Ariana Grande]
Golden leaves are dancing on the ground
It's getting cold, cold
Safe from time, we'll be forever young
Never old, old
See upon a fire out in space, zooming up behind me
All the wonder written on your face
Was there inside me

[Hook: Chris Brown]

[Bridge x2: Chris Brown & Ariana Grande]
Bring it back to me, bring it back to me
Is it really over?
Bring it back to me, bring it back to me (baby don't worry)
Bring it back to me, bring it back to me
Is it really over?
Bring it back to me, bring it back to me

[Hook x2: Chris Brown & Ariana Grande]

Five More Hours Lyrics - Chris Brown

What you wanna do baby?

Where you wanna go?

I'll take you to the moon baby

I'll take you to the floor

I'll treat you like a real lady

No matter where you go

Just give me some time baby, as you know

Even when we're apart

I know my heart is still there with you

5 More hours till the night is ? And on in bed with you

This right here is my type of party

5 More hours, we're just getting started

This right here is my type of party

5 More hours, we're just getting started

(5 More hours, we're just getting started)

How you wanna feel baby?

What you wanna know?

Just pour another drink baby

Come on pour a little more

I'll treat you like a real lady

I'll keep you out the cold

I'll give you all my time baby, you know

Even when we're apart

I know my heart is still there with you

5 more hours till the night is on ? In bed with you

This is yeah

This right here is my type of party

5 More hours, we're just getting started

This right here is my type of party

(You know this is my type of party)

5 more hours, we're just getting started

5 more hours, we're just getting started

Just getting started

I follow the sound of your heartbeat

How it always calls me

finding my way back to you

I'm feeling it more now than ever

I'll do this forever

just to spend a night with you

This is yeah

This right here is my type of party

5 more hours, we're just getting started

This right here is my type of party

5 more hours, we're just getting started

(5 more hours, we're just getting started).

Remember Me (with Tyga) Lyrics - Chris Brown

[Hook: Chris Brown & (Tyga)]

Girl you know we got the time

Got that pussy on my mind

Later on, what are we doing?

I know you're ready, show that ass

Girl you looking so bad, getting horny watching you do it

Girl I wanna kiss it, while you kissin your girlfriends

I wanna see a whole lot of licking, that's a memory

(Yeah, bet I make that pussy remember me)

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]

I be banging all on that beat

808, she got the bass when her booty shake

She got her friends with her and they a sight to see

All that ass, don't let it go to waste

All this Hennessy, the liquor, 'bout to penetrate

While I'm pushing Lamborghini's on the interstate

I long-dick her, I'ma go for hours

You minute-made like lemonade

I'm fresh as fuck in these Margielas

I skate past a nigga better than veterans

Bipolar cold, give me the medicine

My chain too bright, no Thomas Edison

When I pull it out, bitch nervous

Better ride this wave - bitch, surf it

Girl, you better keep them legs open

The only thing you close is these curtains

And she only got time for a nigga if I take her out to eat

A nigga really gotta motivate

Man, that's too much work for the pussy

I don't work for the pussy, nigga really don't communicate

I'd rather lick it like a dinner plate

I'd rather keep my money in a safe

Bitch, I ain't got time to play

I need it now, not a minute late

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Tyga]

Drive your head to a king, nigga

Dream house, my dream's bigger

Got a deck of cards if my heart switch up

Ace of spades, her eyes lit up

Diamonds glitter in my car, thriller

She pray for me, that's god willin

I'm hard to break my boss prison

Her new name : Ass-Zilla

She love a nigga and that pussy tight

Come thru, fuck you all night

Some foreplay, that's all right

But she rather do number 69

High notes, it's prime time

On a couch, hit it from behind

Hit you with that large stroke

Now she fiendin' for that good dope, yeah

That's my bae, she cook and clean and I got it made

Handcuff like she a slave, touch ya, let ya tongue taste

So high, no ceiling space

Numb to it, can't feel her face

Yeah, she numb to it, can't feel her face

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]

Blowing up my line on the cellular

She wanna lock a nigga down, on the regular

Talking crazy to me like she own the dick

But I don't trust her as far as I can throw the bitch

Momma told me to find a keeper

But I switch like designer sneakers

A girl with the finest features

Every nigga wanna talk to her

But I got her first, finders keepers

Violins in the back, is my theme music

Her ass on my mind, I dream booty

Any nigga tryna fuck my bitch

Then its off with his head, how kings do it

My rings ruby

Red bandana, I stay woopin'

Got too many cribs, I stay movin'

Three Lambos, I stay coupin'

Yeah, but you don't hear me though

Virginia to the Westside

My car foreign, the girl sit on the left side

Smokin' weed on the plane, that's the best high

She gotta sign the waiver 'fore I let her fly

It's helipads on the boat

Chilling in the South of France, Saint-Tropez, Nice, Monaco

But nothing compare to what's in my pants

Girl, stop playing!

[Hook].

Bitches (with Tyga) Lyrics - Chris Brown

I don't need no niggas in my section

All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches ah

I don't need no niggas in my section

All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches ah

[Chris Brown:]

Higher than the moon, nigga what up

They ain't worth it, nigga need to shut up

While I'm in the pussy, face down in the buttock

It ain't shit to her, me im just a fuck up

Fuck a hand shake nigga we ain't brothers

On that West side where they reppin for they colors

If you talking big shit, then my dick will make you stutter

All up in your face like it's butter, [?]

Right now, make her scream my name and pipe her right down

Nasty I'm a king bitch, give a nigga a wipedown

Twenty four bitches, I'm rolling on chrome

My niggas are smoking on that loud

Bitch try to flunt, Imma blow your back out

I ain't thinking bout a nigga that walk past you

Bitch stole my blunt and said she love my tatoos

I'm that dude, I slang wood, that bamboo

But when she driving on that dick she a damn fool

[Hook:]

I don't need no niggas in my section

All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches ah

I don't need no niggas in my section

All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches ah

All these bitches I don't wanna see no niggas

All these bitches I don't wanna see no niggas

Really really though, all these bitches, i don't want no niggas

Cause the real niggas that post it up already with us

[Chris Brown:]

It's a habit, in the club bottle magic

Fucking with these ratchets no purses they got baskets

Its a hand out, these bitches high feeling guess they addicts

And I ask them are you in like Patrick

Playing with the pussy like it's madden

Fire like a dragon

The one say she like me then they all bandwagon

Been leadin as hoes, but they pretty like a pageant

She said she'd let me cut, I had to stab it, fo real though

[Hook]

[Tyga:]

Audemar, big bitch, big tipper

Super club, 20,000 for the liquor

You see the bitch I'm with, you'll probably never get her

No cop bottles, they're for broke niggas

In the corner posted it up with the dome giver

Money flowin like a wet pussy, thats a long river

So you got your bitch on lock, I'll slim jim her

It's that time of the month, fuck timber

All my niggas got a bottle with a blunt lit up

Before you pop up, throw your set up

Hop in this bitch 'til the club's lights lit up, leave with her

Big spender, a bitch shut up

T-Killa illuminati all through your body

She blow me like a twelve gang shawty you feel me

Pull up in the 'rari, the fuckin life of the party

I'm getting hoes regardless

Before this rap shit, I'm honest

[Hook].