Mouf (feat. Jacquees) (Unreleased)

Chris Brown

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    D.A. got that dope

    You better be gone, better be gone
    When I figure out your hideaway ('way)
    I found out where you be going, where that nigga stay
    Ooh, found
    Oh, yeah, you know it, 'bout to catch a case (woah)
    I'm speeding down the highway (yeah)
    Know your location, now I'm on the way
    It's o, it's okay, yeah
    I'm coming over, baby
    Don't you say shit
    I'm here to hear it from your own mouth

    You see me callin' (what?)
    Why you won't give me no answer, baby? (Yeah, why?)
    It's 3 in the morning (yeah)
    Only ones out is the dancers, baby (woah, dancers)
    You won't even admit that you look bad (woah, damn)
    Don't worry though I got your location (what?)
    You cheating's ridiculous to even try to picture it (right, right)
    So this middle finger is for every nigga feelin' me (right, right, right, what?)
    You fucked up my love, girl (okay), and fucked up my bed
    Goddamn (yeah), know what I'm sayin'? (What?)
    You got no shame (yeah, damn)
    Stakeout your hideaway, bring the AK
    Choppa sound just like the 808 (brr, brr)
    I need more bass, you done fucked up (brr)
    I'm crazy, this house a gun range
    Let the drums rang, bang bang
    You'd do the same thing if I let my nuts hang

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    You better be gone, better be gone
    When I figure out your hideaway ('way)
    I found out where you be going, where that nigga stay
    Ooh, found
    Oh, yeah, you know it, 'bout to catch a case (woah)
    I'm speeding down the highway (yeah)
    Know your location, now I'm on the way
    It's o, it's okay, yeah
    I'm coming over, baby
    Don't you say shit
    I'm here to hear it from your own mouth

    'Cause I'm trippin' this evening
    Ready go war, show you I mean it
    And you can't deceive me, I seen it
    Saw your phone ringin', don't try to delete it
    Yes, you caught
    Fuckin' that nigga in the dress I bought
    I guess you smart
    You say you ain't with him, bitch, yes, you are
    My heart too big for the small talk
    And my house too big for the long walk
    You 'bout to take everything that I paid for right now
    I'm not used to being on the other side of the gun, oh woah
    You got me all up in my feelings, this shit ain't fun
    No, we ain't done, no

    You better be gone, better be gone (when I)
    When I figure out your hideaway ('way, hideaway)
    I found out where you be going, where that nigga stay (ooh, oh-oh)
    Ooh, found
    Oh, yeah, you know it, 'bout to catch a case (ooh, oh-oh, woah)
    Now I'm speeding down the highway (yeah)
    Know your location, now I'm on the way (on the way, baby)
    It's o-, it's okay, yeah
    I'm coming over, baby
    Don't you say shit
    I'm here to hear it from your own mouth

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