Swiff D - Studio (Freestyle) lyrics

[Chorus: Chris Brown] I'm just sitting in the studio just tryina get to you, baby Song so f'ing dope that its hard not for me to blaze it, let's go To tell the truth, wish it was you, in this booth that I could play with Huh, let me see what I got [Verse 1: Chris Brown] Okay, I be banging all on that beat, 808, she got the ba** when her booty shake She got her friends with her and they a sight to see, all that bu*t, don't let it go to waste All this Hennessy, the liquor, 'bout to penetrate, while I'm pushing Lamborghini's on the interstate I long-stroke her, I'mma go for hours, you minute-made like lemonade I'm fresh as hell in these Margielas, as I skate pa**, better than veterans Bipolar cold, give me the medicine, my chain too bright, no Thomas Edison When I pull it out, chick nervous, better ride this wave chick, surf it Girl, you better keep them legs open, only thing you close is these curtains Ha, and she only got time for a brother if I take her out to eat, a brother really gotta motivate Man, that's too much work for the kitty, I don't work for the kitty, really don't communicate Ha, I'd rather lick it like a dinner plate, I'd rather keep my money in a safe Man, I ain't got time to play, I need it now, not a minute late Now she blowing up my line on the cellular, she wanna lock a brother down, on the regular Talking crazy to me like she own it, but I don't trust her as far as I can throw her Huh, momma told me to find a keeper, but I switch like designer sneakers, a girl with the finest features Every brother wanna talk to her, but I got her first, finders keepers Violins in the back, is my theme music, her booty on my mind, I dream booty Any __ wanna ___ my ___, then it's off with his head, how kings do it My ring's ruby, red bandanna, I stay wooping, got too many cribs, I stay moving Three Lambos, I stay couping, yeah, but you don't hear me though Virginia to the Westside, my car foreign, the girl sit on the left side I smoking weed on the plane, that's the best high, gotta sign the waiver 'fore I let her fly Huh, it's helipads on the boat, chilling in the South of France, Saint-Tropez, Nice, Monaco But nothing compare to what's in my pants, girl, stop playing