Letra de Holla at me

[Chris Brown - Verse 1]
Uh, Boom, Boom
We ballin? in the room
Sweepin? up my competition call me Mr. broom
knockin? n-ggas over, call me bulldozer,
one more drink for these b-tches and it?s over,
cause i?m a strike that something like a cobra,
I know she want my venom, but I ain?t gon? leave it in her,
and right after I get her, she know she with a winner,
and we straight to the crib, I ain?t takin? her to dinner,
n-gga look at my jewels,
aviator shades I ain?t lookin? at you,
Ah chu, bless me twice,
be a rich n-gga I be sh-ttin? on your life,
magazine covers, magneem rubbers,
I mean magnum, I don?t f-ck with stragglers,
n-ggaz want drama, Gangsta Grillz bastards
did you check the caption, lights camera, action

[Chorus]
Holla at Me Boo, Holla at Me Baby, (x3)
I?m Turnt Up, I?m Super Turnt Up

[Chris Brown - Verse 2]
a n-gga beep beep
and shawty toot, toot,
blowin? out there brains, car need a new roof,
lookin? like a superstar, when I roll through
and shawty I?m the truth, so mama what it do?
now let?s ride out, ain?t no trippin?
when we dippin? to my hide-out,
big dipper cause you sippin? on my bottle
only f-ckin? with them A-listin? models,
now let?s get it like ..
Low fitted if you done it then I did it
if you kick it, then i?m with it
we can do this sh-t all-night
your minute don?t compare to my limit
when i?m in it
and I get it
i?m a give it to you all night,

I?m the sh-t yeah I go hard,
don?t stand in lines n-gga I bogard
Bad boy celebrity cause I?m so large
and don?t need no battery cause I?m in charge

[Chrous]

[Tyga - Verse 3]
(Ha)
I?m hot mothaf-cka, get a plate b-tch
Don?t say sh-t, get your face-lift
Rose rich let tha champagne drip,
n-ggas swag jack but this L.A. sh-t
get it back, give it back ain?t ?bout sh-t,
snap back them ain?t even rare, where the tag at,
wack-a-s all up in my ear b-tch bag back,
I bag bad b-tches muthaf-cka Kat Stacks,
lyrics courtesy of www.killerhiphop.com
yellow n-gga, no cabs
Got the phantom out, no mask,
get your camera out uh, one flash,
hot beams steady shot clap your a-s,
Aww, T. raw I?m so ahh,
loc?s on, chucks low, black beanie dog,
patron top wash straight from the liquor store,
I?m turnt up I can?t feel my face, so?

[Chorus]

Hey (x3)
[End]