Dolce lyrics

by

Chris Brown


[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
They say, "f*ck it, where your friends at?"
We say, "f*ck it, where the bands at?"
We say, "b*tch, you buy the car? No" (No)
I tell the b*tch I love the bottle
b*tch, you be busy, why you callin'?
See that b*tch is poppin' bars now

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Pourin' Dolce, Dolce, yeah
Why you playin' 'round? Need to bring that body here
I'm divin' in, I eat it all day (All day, yeah)
I don't give a f*ck what your ho say (Ho say)
Pourin' Dolce, Dolce, yeah
Why you playin' 'round? Need to bring that body here
I'm divin' in, I eat it all day (All day, yeah)
I don't give a f*ck what your ho say

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Baby, you the finest, booty bouncin'
That's why I put you in designer, I'm movin' mountains (Bricks)
Haters get the f*ck from 'round, we don't f*ck around
You know when you hear that chopper sound, somebody got laid down (Do-do-do-do-do)
Hasta luego (Oh)
Play with the bricks like they Legos (Oh)
Too drunk, I'ma f*ck up my kidneys (Oh)
Come take out my brain like Play-Doh (Yeah)
All my killers, they do what I say so (Say so)
All my b*tches say dame un beso (Beso)
Got a b*tch who just do what I need (Need)
Hold a burner and roll up my weed and mind her business (Weed)
It's hard to tell if she really loves me
Or is it the Dolce
I'm too f*cked up at the moment (Huh)
To even recognize your face
We was too f*cked up (Ooh)
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Pourin' Dolce, Dolce, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Why you playin' 'round? Need to bring that body here
I'm divin' in, I eat it all day (All day, yeah)
I don't give a f*ck what your ho say (I don't, ho say)
Pourin' Dolce (Dolce), Dolce, yeah
Why you playin' 'round? (Yeah) Need to bring that body here
I'm divin' in, I eat it all day (All day, yeah)
I don't give a f*ck what your ho say

[Verse 3: Young Blacc]
Look
She blowin' my phone up (Skrrt)
She want that di*k first thing in the morning (Love)
Skrrt off in the foreign (Skrrt)
Just give me some head, that pus*y is borin' (Let's get it)
Sellin' pus*y like it's real estate (Yeah)
Puttin' jugs on the interstate (I did)
Old clip out the H-Town
On the Southside with my n*gga Trey (Yeah)
You n*ggas is foolish
You sound like you stupid
Just left from my jeweler
Though what is you doin'?
Just got back from tour and I'm livin' like Lucious
I be drunk off the Dolce (Yeah)
Two hoes, call it two play (Yeah)
Man down at the trap house
Tell 'em take mines, we do not play (Bah!)
OHB, that's the set, n*gga
Father sellin' them bricks now
Got a redbone on the Westside
That bang head like TIP, n*gga
I'm good wherever I go
I'm strapped up and they know (They know)
With the top down on my king sh*t
I got the keys, n*gga, like Hov
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Pourin' Dolce, Dolce, yeah
Why you playin' 'round? Need to bring that body here
I'm divin' in, I eat it all day (All day, yeah)
I don't give a f*ck what your ho say (Ho say)
Pourin' Dolce, Dolce, yeah
Why you playin' 'round? Need to bring that body here
I'm divin' in, I eat it all day (All day, yeah)
I don't give a f*ck what your ho say
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