Banjo lyrics

by

Krayzie Bone


[Intro: Tyga, YG]
Hol' up
(Mustard on the beat, ho)
Ha!

[Chorus: Chris Brown, Tyga]
Man, don't play with the pus*y like a banjo (Woo)
Man, don't play with the pus*y like a banjo (Woo)
Man, don't play with the pus*y like a banjo (Yeah)
And all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor (Ha!)

[Verse 1: Chris Brown, Tyga]
Pull up, n*gga creepin'
Colder than a motherf*cker, guess it's ho season (b*tch!)
Shawty got that ass, baby girl, it's nice to meet you (Yeah)
With these lights off, give a f*ck about your features, I'm tryna f*ck (Ha)
If it's one on one, gimme that ISO (Woo)
But if it's two of y'all, I'ma let the dice roll
It's the weekend, I can tell you be freakin'
'Cause you poppin' Miley Cyrus and you twerkin' with your eyes closed (Ha)
Go figure, skinny n*gga with a suit on (Ha, ha, ha, ha)
Bunch of bad b*tches, yeah, they like me, n*gga, who don't?
Drop top, everythin', we party like the roof gone
A n*gga got a problem, blaka-blaka, then we move on (Brap!)
Tell 'em hold that, if you lookin' for liquor, better lick up
My liquor Zing and you know that
b*tches lookin' for a sponsorship, cha-ching
'Cause I sponsor sh*t, b*tch, I throw racks (Racks!)
f*cked up, got me dancin' on the floor
Tryna dance in that pus*y, tell me when to go, huh
I'm tore up, feelin' like I'm 'bout to throw up
One night with me, this b*tch about to blow up
[Chorus: Chris Brown, Tyga]
Man, don't play with the pus*y like a banjo (Right)
Man, don't play with the pus*y like a banjo (Right)
Man, don't play with the pus*y like a banjo
And all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor (Man, don't)
Man, don't play with the pus*y like a banjo
Man, don't play with the pus*y like a banjo (Haha)
Man, don't play with the pus*y like a banjo
And all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor (Ha!)

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Ain't sh*t but model b*tches over here
I'm a n*gga with money, b*tch, let's make that clear
You hear with a elf ear, hoes in stock over here
And the price goin' up by the year
It's a good year, baby, on my blimp sh*t
You too defensive and sensitive, that's on some mental sh*t
No sense in lingerin', can't count on you n*ggas, man
Only count Benjamins, yeah, he my closest friend (b*tch)
My wrist's a risk, ice the b*tch
Like it's sprained and sh*t
I'm the n*gga, n*gga, yes, he is
The flyest with three yeseses
I take that pus*y and ransom it, Mel Gibson that
When I hit the block, better have your banger (Blaow!)
That's my babe, she don't talk to strangers (Nope!)
She fold it closed, we ain't gon' ever hang
Beat the box like manana-bing (Ha), manana-bang-bang-bang
[Chorus: Chris Brown, Tyga]
Man, don't play with the pus*y like a banjo (Right, woo)
Man, don't play with the pus*y like a banjo (Right, yeah)
Man, don't play with the pus*y like a banjo
And all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor (Man, don't)
Man, don't play with the pus*y like a banjo
Man, don't play with the pus*y like a banjo (Haha)
Man, don't play with the pus*y like a banjo
And all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
She was bomb, but she wanted me to pay for it
Alley-oop, b*tch, you know a n*gga play whores
I play with pus*y, girl, you know that I'm a playboy
Clap, clap, clap, then she make that booty make noise (b*tch)
Man, she make that ass wobble like a monster
Twerk somethin', hurt somethin', damn, I'ma need a doctor
A b*tch with some real hair straight up out the projects
And she turn her phone off from all them n*ggas she be dodgin'
She ain't loyal, I bought her head
She don't give a f*ck about nothin' but her bread
But when I dance in that pus*y, do the runnin' man
While all these other n*ggas f*ckin' with Juwanna Mann's
I'm throwin' all of this money and I'm advancin' these strippers
I got my hand on the pus*y, she got her hand on my zipper
She started goin' to work, my sh*t got hard as a missile
Then she said she had a twin, I started f*ckin' her sister
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Man, don't play with the pus*y like a banjo (Right)
Man, don't play with the pus*y like a banjo (Right)
Man, don't play with the pus*y like a banjo
And all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor (Man, don't)
Man, don't play with the pus*y like a banjo
Man, don't play with the pus*y like a banjo (Haha)
Man, don't play with the pus*y like a banjo
And all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor
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