Chris Brown - She Bumped Her Head (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Chris Brown - She Bumped Her Head (en) Lyrics
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My lil' shawty had bumped her head
And I steady been whippin' her (Sex)
If I roll up the Maybach windows
We don't care 'bout the
listeners (Shh)
I don't know what a nigga told you
But he should've told you I'm
killin' him (Should've told)
I've been draped in Margielas
And I don't need credentials (Don't
need credentials, baby)
If a nigga can't put that
shit on (What?)
Gotta get off the premises
(Beat it, gotta go)
I just came from the crack
of the dawn (Why?)
'Cause a nigga was strugglin' (No cap)
Had to put all my young niggas on
Ain't no jewelry we sharing
(No jewelry)
Had to rock the two-tones
on the same day
'Cause these niggas been trippin'
(Both us got 'em, fool)
I triple up, pour up my cup
and it's all Tussion'
My coupe got nitro and
all dustin' (Yeah)
We smokin' these niggas like kush
Yeah, when we fuck on these
hoes, make 'em gush (Woo)
Pop out the Bentley Mulsanne,
head to Tootsies
I fuck on your ho and she
say that's my pussy
I wet paper napkin, I'm
wipin' my dick off
This Actavis slushin', my
ho drink that Cristal
She wrapped in saran, dressed
fresh as she can
'Cause I just been playin'
with these bands (Racks)
I open my hand, there's
nothin' but bands
Now YSL big as Japan (On God)
I had dropped in the Lam',
ducked fast as I can
'Cause I was gettin' trailed
by a van (Skrrt)
I'm poppin', my mama, my bitch
And even my baby mama
whip a sedan (Woo)
I just spent some bands, spent
five-hundred grand
I'm waitin' on these bags
to land (Racks)
I'm cool as a fan, you
play with my man
And we come and takin' your land
I took YSL from here to the can
And got niggas waitin' to land (Slatt)
I told all my niggas, "Sit
back, it's a scam"
When these niggas go on a rant
'Cause these niggas been trippin'
Spent a whole hundred racks
on the plain Jane
That's a cool pretty penny,
you lil' bitty bitches
Know me by my first and my last name
I done went got the riches,
I'm matchin' the vision
I'm fuckin' these hoes
in the backstage
No, I don't do no kisses
She know I just tip her and send
her on home like a Backpage
I been playin' with this
ice, look like Ice Age
I just got me a rose gold chain,
it remind me of Moët
Got the Louis V shirt and belt
and chain, should have seen
how I wore it (Yeah, yeah)
I call the slimes that'll pull
up with the things that'll
kill all the noise
After U.S., now I'm headed out to
Spain, I got foreign lil' whores
That biscotti, I smoke it like a train,
smell that shit in my kidney
I got lil' shawty inside a Mulsanne,
she don't know it's a Bentley
She asked me for a lil' help on her back
end and you know that I did it
Found an old check and I went to go
cash it, lot of money we gettin'
I ordered two more two-tones
Callin' my plug on two phones
Lambos, six-fours, got it
offset, it's sittin' low
My shit stainless, don't
put your fingers on it
No, these ain't no finger waves, bitch,
this ain't Tony! Toni! Toné!
I feel like Kurt Cobain, hit
your brain with the shotgun
Get my niggas do it for
me, I never shot one
And watch her get on her knees,
give me that rug burn
I told her I got five on me,
send me the wire (Ooh)
And I steady been whippin'
her (Yeah, Sex)
We don't care 'bout the
listeners (No, shh)
But he should've told you I'm
killin' him (Killin' him)
I've been draped in Margielas (Ooh)
And I don't need credentials (I
don't need credentials, baby)
Gotta get off the premises
(Beat it, girl, gotta go)
I just came from the crack
of the dawn (Oh)
Ain't no jewelry we sharing
(Ooh, yeah, no jewelry)
Had to rock the two-tones on
the same day (Ooh, yeah)
'Cause these niggas been trippin' (Ooh,
yeah, both us got 'em, fool)
That biscotti, I smoke it like a train,
smell that shit on my Porsche
This my lil' shawty first time inside
the Lam', she can't open the doors
I do not fuck with you disloyal niggas,
thought the world could be yours
Cross out the double and hit him with
a triple hitter, no other choice
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