n*ggas In Paris lyrics

[Intro: T-Pain, Chris Brown, Will Ferrell]
We're gonna skate to one song, one song only
Ooh-ooh, woah (Boom!)
Hahaha (Yeah!)
Look
It's your turn Chris (Hahaha)
I don't do this for my day job, man
Let's go, baby
I just do this sh*t for fun
I said let's go

[Verse: Chris Brown, T-Pain]
Look, I just came to get rid of every n*gga
To murder every rapper, watch a n*gga come up outta me (Boom!)
I'm stuntin' hard on these motherf*ckers
Flyin' on the VMAs, Evel Knievel, that n*gga proud of me (Boom!)
I'm drinkin' this sh*t 'til 5 in the mornin'
Your girl's number one pick, call me Mr. Lottery (Boom!)
I let a hater n*gga die, pow like a suicide
I ain't givin' no more f*ckin' apologies (Yeah!)
Stunt so hard, that sh*t crazy
Ain't sh*t free, f*ck you pay me
Heron flow from the '80s
And my chain on me like, "We made it"
My kinfolk got ten hoes
Five whites, two blacks, like three Asians
My Benzo, goddamn, ho
n*gga, take this sh*t, I'm too faded
Go 'head and bring your crown over
Ass kisser, brown noser (Woo!)
f*ck yo' luck, I smoke clovers
I'm partyin' with boat owners (Uh!)
Marilyn Monroe hoes all on us
Rookies tryna get your signin' bonus
n*gga, look at my chain
Man, I paint your face, you a clown, homie (Oh!)
Not tryna throw subliminals
My Porsche got force, centrifugal
Even if it's just ten of y'all, I put you in the old school and you pin up dolls, yikes (Yeah!)
That sh*t crazy
Don't you play me
You tryna get on this bus (Woo!)
Ha, b*tch, sign this waiver
Hol' up, hol' up, gimme that Chardonnay and that Marvin Gaye sh*t (Woo!)
But hol' up, my conversation too complicated, this b*tch too basic (Oh!)
You ain't no groupie, girl, and you know that I won't say sh*t
You got skeletons in your closet, I got aliens in my basement (Yikes!)
[Outro: T-Pain]
Ladies and gentlemen
That's what you call rippin' the game a new as*h*le
Hahahaha
CBE, Nappy Boy, baby, leggo
Yeah, yeah, yeah
That sh*t cray