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Socialize (ft Young Blacc, Young Lo, Kevin Gates)

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]

Yeah, look, acting arcedinic when a nigga in your city

Fame going to her head, think for worrying 'bout them titties

And I don't pillow talk with a hoe, that's a no no

In the morning, shaveroom, she be telling all your business

And now I got a couple chickens that I'm flying out the coop

Got some niggas that can fight, got some killers that can shoot

And bitches all on my 'gram, I'm trying make 100 million

Got bitches on top of bitches, I'm stacking 'em to the ceiling

Always a nigga tryna hate on me

And every time we pull a burner on 'em, they want peace

Bad bitches see the ice, they wanna skate on me

I hit the G with my D, now she won't leave

But I don't trip, I just let her stay and sip codeine

You know she can give me head but she can't smoke my weed

In that penthouse suite, I'm the man with the models

And we don't fuck with you nigga, we know you telling your partners[Hook: Chris Brown]

We always fussing and arguing, then we kiss and make up

And every time I go out with my homies, I'mma have the party lit, going way up

But why you acting so surprised? I gave you my heart, girl I put it right in front of you

Socialize, now we in the club tryna socialize[Verse 2]

Look, look, now these bitches wanna show's up

Cause they see me on the road and I'm jolled up

And all these bitches on my line like they know us

But I don't want that pussy, I'mma let the crew fuck you up

She so with it, my bitch bad, she gon' get it

Her lil sister, she thick now, get those digits

This money coming so quick now, need more spinach

We turn a bitch to a bust down if Chris hit it

And I ain't never 'bout to save no bitch

But if she bringing back money, we gon' all get rich

I need a new whip, new chain, talking 'bout the rap game

Keep the bitch tip toes down, I'm speaking facts mane

And you ain't never 'bout to break my niggas

And all this money, I'm about to fresh to death my bitch

This the west coast, trap game, hit 'em on the crack cane

Spending young money and shit, call me Mack Maine[Hook: Chris Brown]

We always fussing and arguing, then we kiss and make up

And every time I go out with my homies, I'mma have the party lit, going way up

But why you acting so surprised? I gave you my heart, girl I put it right in front of you

Socialize, now we in the club tryna socialize[Verse 3]

Look, 'fore she used to be a solid bitch, but now she fucking with my tolerance

Like I ain't the nigga that's bringing dollars in

Took me from that regular life to living extravagant

Now you wanna flex on a nigga like you the baddest bitch

OHB, that's out of here bitch, I got some new freaks

Porsche 9/11, sitting pretty on the new feet

Two get fucked for an hour then let the crew skeet

Cruising, got 4 on the way while I got 2 suites

Black nigga in white linen with white women

And I ain't tripping, I like women that like women

Ooh baby, they all losing be like women

If I kill the pussy baby, that's a life sentence

Praying light, that's night vision

High-Tec, yeah I like sipping

Sold dope for them gold ropes, I like pitching

Whipping the block in 4 pots, this my kitchen, fuck with us[Hook: Chris Brown]

We always fussing and arguing, then we kiss and make up

And every time I go out with my homies, I'mma have the party lit, going way up

But why you acting so surprised? I gave you my heart, girl I put it right in front of you

Socialize, now we in the club tryna socialize[Verse 4]

Big buck, bitch teeth crooked, and I ain't let her fuck

I ain't paying for the Uber, never told her that I love her

Kick her out man, every night she go and get her brother

Locked up with the reds, you know she watch a nigga fuck

Dog, I go hard, I am already a boss

On the plane slinging Rolls, I am already a boss

I be solo in the game, I be whipping up a Range

Name's holy wait, kick and fly conversation

Don't complain in the game, I ain't doing no complaining

He don't wanna front it, I'mma take it when I'm aiming

Move real cool, handle business like a gangster

Shoes on the bed, that's a lion to the jags

I be working out, wearing slay ups doing reps

Like the bench press, kill and stand on your chest

No one came in, flip for another set

She recertified, real nigga whip the stack[Hook: Chris Brown]

We always fussing and arguing, then we kiss and make up

And every time I go out with my homies, I'mma have the party lit, going way up

But why you acting so surprised? I gave you my heart, girl I put it right in front of you

Socialize, now we in the club tryna socialize

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