Chris Brown & Young Thug – She Bumped Her Head Lyrics
She Bumped Her Head Lyrics By Chris Brown & Young Thug
Slime&B joint album with Young Thug, Chris Brown has revealed the tracklist. The 13-track set kicks off with “Say You Love Me” and closes with “Help Me Breathe.” Other track titles include “Trapback,” “She Bumped Her Head,” “Big Slimes,” and “City Girls.” Chris did not list any featured guests when sharing the tracklist on his Instagram Story.
[Intro: Young Thug] Michas
Gon’ pull up on ’em, pull up
Yeah
Should I get it? No cap
Run that back Turbo
And I steady been whippin’ her
S3x
If I roll up the Maybach windows, we don’t care ’bout the listeners
I don’t know what your niqqa told you but he should have told you I’m killin’ him
Just let him talk
I be draped in Margiela’s, and I don’t need credentials
Don’t need credentials, baby
If your niqqa can’t put that sh!t on, gotta get out the premises
Beat it
I just came from the crack of the dawn (Why?) ’cause a ni–a was travelin’
No cap
Had to put all my young ni–as on, ain’t no jewelry, we share-y
Lil’ bit-h
Had to rock the tone-tones on the same day ’cause these ni–as been trippin’
‘Bout us got ’em f00led
And my coupe got nitro exhaust
And we smokin’ these niqqqas like kush
Yeah, we f–k on a ho, make ’em do sh!t
Pop out the Bentley, Mulsanne [?] got it twistin’
And I f**k on your ho and she say it my pu$$y
I with paper napkin, not wipin’ my d**k
All this Actavis slushie, my drink the Crystal
She wrapped in the [?] the first chance she can ’cause I drip and play with these bands (Racks)
I open my hand, there’s nothin’ but man, now YSL big as your pants (On God)
My head dropped in that Lamb’ as fast as I can ’cause I always get tripped by a van (Skrrt)
I pop in my mama, my bit*h, and even my baby mama whip as a [?] I just paid some bands with five-hundred grand, I’m winnin’ these [?] (Racks)
I’m cool as a van, you play with my man, and we come and takin’ your land
I took YSL from his and he can’t, and he got niqqas waitin’ to land (Slatt)
I told all my niqqas, “Sit back, it’s a scam” when these niqqas goin’ on rent
And I steady been whippin’ her
S3x
If I roll up the Maybach windows, we don’t care ’bout the listeners
I don’t know what your niqqa told you but he should have told you I’m killin’ him
Just let him talk
I be draped in Margiela’s, and I don’t need credentials
Don’t need credentials, baby
If your niqqa can’t put that sh!t on, gotta get out the premises
Beat it
I just came from the crack of the dawn (Why?) ’cause a ni–a was travelin’
No cap
Had to put all my young ni–as on, ain’t no jewelry, we share-y
Lil’ bit-h
Had to rock the tone-tones on the same day ’cause these ni–as been trippin
[Verse 2: Gunna] Spent a whole hundred racks on a plain Jane
That’s a coupe with [?], you lil’ bitty bit-hes
Don’t even know my first or my last name
Mandem got they riches, I’m matchin’ the vision
I’m f–kin’ these B!tches in the backstage
No, I do not do k!sses
You know I just tip it and turn her on like a back page
I been playin’ with this [?] like Ice Age
I just got me a rose gold chain, it remind me of Maui
Got the Louis V shirt, and better change, should have seen how I wore it (Yeah, yeah)
I call the slimes to pull up with the things that’ll kill all the noise
[?], I hit it out to Spain, I got foreign whores
That biscotti, I smoke it like a train
Smell that sh*t in my kidney
I got lil’ shawty inside of Mulsanne
She don’t know it’s a Bentley
She asked me for a lil’ help on her back end
And you know that I did
Got the old check and I went to go cash it
Lot of money we gettin’
[Chorus: Young Thug & Chris Brown, Young Thug & Chris Brown] My lil’ shawty done bumped her head
And I steady been whippin’ her
S3x
If I roll up the Maybach windows, we don’t care ’bout the listeners
I don’t know what your niqqa told you but he should have told you I’m killin’ him
Just let him talk
I be draped in Margiela’s, and I don’t need credentials
Don’t need credentials, baby
If your niqqa can’t put that sh!t on, gotta get out the premises
Beat it
I just came from the crack of the dawn (Why?) ’cause a ni–a was travelin’
No cap
Had to put all my young ni–as on, ain’t no jewelry, we share-y
Lil’ bit-h
Had to rock the tone-tones on the same day ’cause these ni–as been trippin’
‘Bout us got ’em f00led
[Verse 3: Chris Brown] I ordered two more two-tones
Call up my plug on two phones
Lambos, six-fours
Got a offset, it’s sittin’ low
My sh!t’s stainless, don’t put your fingers on it
No, these ain’t no finger, waves
Bit-h, this ain’t Tony Tony Tony
I feel like Kirko Bangz, get good brain with the shotgun
Yeah, my ni–as do it for me, I never shot one
And watch her get on her knees, give me that rubbin’
I told her I got five on me, send me the wire (Ooh)
[Chorus: Young Thug & Chris Brown, Young Thug & Chris Brown] My lil’ shawty done bumped her head
And I steady been whippin’ her (Yeah)
S3x
If I roll up the Maybach windows, we don’t care ’bout the listeners (No)
I don’t know what your ni–a told you but he should have told you I’m killin’ him (Killin’ him)
I be draped in Margiela’s (Ooh), and I don’t need credentials
Don’t need credentials, baby (Oh, baby, baby)
If your ni–a can’t put that sh!t on, gotta get out the premises
Beat it, girl
I just came from the crack of the dawn (Why?) ’cause a ni–a was travelin’ (Oh, we travelin’)
No cap
Had to put all my young ni–as on, ain’t no jewelry, we share-y (Ooh, yeah)
Lil’ bit-h
Had to rock the tone-tones on the same day ’cause these niqqas been trippin’ (Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah)
‘Bout us got ’em f00led
[Outro: Gunna] That biscotti, I smoke it like a train
Spend that sh*t on my Porsche
That was lil’ shawty first time to saddle up
She can’t open the doors
I do not f^^k with you disloyal niqqas
Thought the whip could be yours
Turns up that double, hit it with the triple
Had no other choice