That n*gga lyrics

[Intro]
(League of Starz)
(Sorry Jaynari)

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Ha, Franck Muller, the face like a computer (Yeah)
Poppin' them bottles, sprayin' the Ace like Aruga
You got beef, I got shooters (Yeah)
And your b*tch about to give me brain, watch me school her, listen
Let me lick it, put it out, make it pop, pop
I'ma cuff the pus*y, she think she f*cked a cop (Ha)
And then I put it back in, make her back bend
And then I f*ck her girlfriend like what's happenin'?
Haha, oh, baby, for sure, baby
Tell that blockin' ass b*tch, let go, baby
f*ck her, just do you and do me
Haha, b*tch mad 'cause she ugly (Yeah)
You know, I be ballin' like a b*tch
Made my own condoms 'cause these b*tches on my di*k (Huh)
Pluto, I be higher than a b*tch (Yeah)
You know, flyer than a b*tch, my car like a spaceship (Yeah)

[Chorus: Chris Brown, Kid Red]
That n*gga, that n*gga
Everybody know I'm that n*gga (You know)
All this money lookin' like a fat n*gga (Fat)
And I bought them killers, better back, back, n*gga (Stay, pow)
Back, back, n*gga (Ha!)
And I bought them killers, better back, back, n*gga (Wow, bah)
That n*gga, that n*gga (Bag that n*gga, ayy)
Everybody know I'm that n*gga (Oh)
[Verse 2: Kid Red]
I'm a player, somebody grab my uniform
The b*tch head on point like a unicorn
I really keep it G, I went to school for the b*tches
I'm about to f*ck you at the locker, tryna kiss her
You just talk to 'em, I take 'em home for detention
Just another sex victim that I never call or mention
Gotta keep it pimpin', sorry, that's your sister
But I'm on a mission, tell that ho to keep her distance
Look, I keep a couple hoes in the studio
Rollin' with my wolves with them nines like Rubio
Hoes stop and stare 'cause my pinky glare
Got a hood b*tch that let me f*ck her on the stairs
She say she needs some J's, so I cop a couple pairs
I got a private Lear that'll take her everywhere though
Where your b*tch at? She with me, n*gga
Kid Red, I'm in the streets, n*gga

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
That n*gga, that n*gga
Everybody know I'm that n*gga (You know)
All this money lookin' like a fat n*gga (Fat)
And I bought them killers, better back, back, n*gga (Stay, pow)
Back, back, n*gga (Ha!)
And I bought them killers, better back, back, n*gga (Wow, bah)
That n*gga, that n*gga
Everybody know I'm that n*gga
[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Everybody know I'm that n*gga
I'm about to take that ho from that n*gga
Ha, here we go, I'm that n*gga
"f*ck you, Chris," hatin' ass n*gga
She 'bout to pop the pills, I just bought the roll up
Put the di*k up on her head, that's a weight up on her shoulders
I ain't f*ckin' ratchet pus*y 'cause that sh*t is like Ebola
In the club, I'm like, "Hold up"
f*ck a club soda, need the Ace, I spray it on her face
She f*ck with broke n*ggas, old n*gga made her pay
I told her, "I'ma buy the bar 'long as I can get a taste"
Then she bend that ass over and I grabbed her by the waist, told her drop it for me
Damn, that ass sick, I got a doctor for it
My di*k got her singin' high, opera on her
Her boyfriend start to trip, n*ggas pop up on him
Like blocka, blocka, body bag 'cause I'm

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
That n*gga, that n*gga
Everybody know I'm that n*gga (You know)
All this money lookin' like a fat n*gga (Fat)
And I bought them killers, better back, back, n*gga (Stay, pow)
Back, back, n*gga (Ha!)
And I bought them killers, better back, back, n*gga (Wow, bah)
That n*gga, that n*gga
Everybody know I'm that n*gga