Release date: Июль 2013
Album: Love More
Автор Слов: Darrell Eversley, Howard Eversley, Shaun Spearman, Eric Bellinger, Maurice Simmonds, Onika Tanya Maraj, Chris Brown
Performer: Chris Brown feat. Nicki Minaj, Composer: Darrell Eversley, Howard Eversley, Shaun Spearman, Eric Bellinger, Maurice Simmonds, Onika Tanya Maraj, Chris Brown, Lyricist: Darrell Eversley, Howard Eversley, Shaun Spearman, Eric Bellinger, Maurice Simmonds, Onika Tanya Maraj, Chris Brown
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Love More (Chris Brown feat. Nicki Minaj)
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
You say all you need is consistent love,
When I try, I swear,
It's never enough, I messed up.
Maybe this thing here just ain't meant for us?
Maybe this thing here just ain't meant for us?
Baby, you let go and I pull you back,
I let go, you ain't havin' that.
[Bridge: Chris Brown]
We do it like we rock stars,
Sexin' in my hotel room, I be so loud,
Higher than a smoke cloud,
Shades on doin' 95 wit' the top down.
I might sound crazy
‘Cause we be goin' back and forth,
One minute I hate you, and I love you,
That's just how it is.
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Till we get it right, we gon' fuck some more,
Imma get it till we get it.
Till we get it right, we gon' fuck some more,
Imma get it till we get it.
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Why is it all so complicated?
Baby, this should be simple,
It's drivin' me mental.
But when you back it up,
It really drives me crazy.
And you know what I'm into,
Make me forget what we arguin' about.
[Bridge]
We do it like we rock stars,
Sexin' in my hotel room, I be so loud,
Higher than a smoke cloud,
Shades on doin' 95 wit' the top down.
I might sound crazy
‘Cause we be goin' back and forth,
One minute I hate you, and I love you,
That's just how it is.
[Chorus]
Till we get it right, we gon' fuck some more,
Imma get it till we get it.
Till we get it right, we gon' fuck some more,
Imma get it till we get it.
[Nicki Minaj:]
Yo, he don't know me but he settin' up to blow me,
Said my Twitter pics remind him of Naomi.
On the low I used to holla at his homie,
Fuck it, now I'm about to ride him like a pony, yeah!
Okay, thug prolly, yo, come polly,
He wanna fuck a bad Dolly and pop Molly.
I hope your pockets got a mothafuckin' pot belly,
Or is it that you never ball, John Salley.
He had the Rolls in his Royce, the tone in his voice,
Don't want a good girl, now hoes is his choice.
Dick on H, pussy on W,
Mouth on open, ass on smother you,
Ass on the cover too, Elle Magazine.
Vroom, vroom, vroom, get gasoline!
Could I be your wife? Naw, we could bang, though,
I got these niggas whipped, call me Django.