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Chris Brown and Tyga dropped the video for AYO earlier this week. Now they have something much better ‘Bitches N Marijuana’ featuring SchoolBoy Q got leaked from fan of a fan album.
It gets hotter because instead of Breezy's normal singing, he raps.
Check out the lyrics below and listen to the song above!
‘Bitches N Marijuana’ Lyrics
You can tell by the way I walk that I got ‘em
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches n marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you a problem
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches n marijuana
I got ‘em, I got ‘em
Ooh, she bad, she don’t do it for free
I got em, I got em
Got bitches n marijuana
T-ballin’, globetrotter
Got a bunch of pre-rolls and a gold lighter
Think you on fire? You gon’ need more fire
I tell her that’s all you get like Street Fighter
Nah, walk with me, talk to me
That body cold, chess game like a pawn to me
She wanna ride with me, kick it and vibe with me
I got that long clip, fall asleep to the movie
Motherf*in’ goonies, Cartier rubies
Coupe, no top, yeah, I took off the [?]
I’m high, I’m woozie, D’usse, I’m doosing
I might just be right with my bitch in Jacuzzi
Right, n, gettin’ right, n
I’ma knock that p out, fight night, n
I’mma light it up, pass it to the right n
Our bitches at the crib, don’t invite ns
You can tell by the way I walk that I got ‘em
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches n marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you a problem
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches n marijuana
I got ‘em, I got ‘em
Ooh, she bad, she don’t do it for free
I got em, I got em
Got bitches n marijuana
Pull up, got the fat sack
With some clean motherf*ers, no hood rats
Yeah we suited and booted, you know your bitch ’bout to
toot it
She want love from a n, that’s a heart attack, Yack!
Loud pack, give me all of that
Don’t be sending naked pics cause my phone tapped
Black Mas, duffel bag and a hundred racks
I don’t snitch but I could show you where the money at, me
n
It’s right here
Got girls and they all on my lap, they with me n
Hell yeah
You see the Lambo parked in the trap, that’s me n
I own it while you living on a lease n*
I’m known to keep my bitches on a leash n
I smoke it by the pound what you talking ’bout
I d* your bitch down then I walk it out
You can tell by the way I walk that I got ‘em
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches n marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you a problem
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches n marijuana
I got ‘em, I got ‘em
Ooh, she bad, she don’t do it for free
I got em, I got em
Got bitches n marijuana
Grimy n way too groovy for the Grammys
Overseas collecting panties, poppin’ Xannies
Young n, hundred grand for the gram, hot damn
Hit the curb with the Benz, swerve
Rollie do no ticky to the blingy
I spending hundreds or the fifties
Word around the city I’m that n
But this month I made a milli
Another month another milli, man that s* be gettin’ silly
[?] bitch you looking silly
Why you broke, go get a check
And when you fly, who need a jet
She wanna move out to the west
She want them diamonds on her neck
And palm trees in the yard, wanna be’s with a star
And get the keys to the car huh
And wanna lick on every scar huh
My money good, s* we buying off the bar right now, right
now
Who got the weed right now, right now
You can tell by the way I walk that I got ‘em
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches n marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you a problem
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches n marijuana
I got ‘em, I got ‘em
Ooh, she bad, she don’t do it for free
I got em, I got em
Got bitches n marijuana
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