f*ck the City Up lyrics

by

Chris Brown


[Intro]
(Dumma Boy)
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Girl, it's late at night and I'm drivin'
Over to your crib for some action
And I just can't wait to put it down (Down)
I just wanna work you out (Out)
I'm pullin' up in your driveway
Could you keep the door unlocked? I'm comin' in, girl
A n*gga goin' up the stairs into the bedroom
A bubble bath, rose petals on the floor
We gon' do it all night, we gon' do it all night

[Pre-Chorus]
So, baby, can we play a little game?
Girl, your body on mine, up and down
Just make me work for it, work for it, baby (Oh)
I'ma give you the business
And girl, you gon' get when I start really usin' my tongue, baby

[Chorus]
Yeah, girl (Yeah, girl)
Whenever I'm in your city (Ayy)
You know I'ma blow 'bout fifty (Ayy)
I-I'ma f*ck the city up (Up, up, now, yeah)
I'ma give my love to you (You), you (You)
I'ma f*ck the city up
I'm comin' over, babe (Yeah, babe)
(Yeah, baby, this your debt)
Over over, babe (Babe)
(This your debt, yeah, let me get that in)
And I'ma f*ck the city up (City up, yeah)
Nig—, I'm hella paid (Let me get paid)
H-Hella paid (This your debt)
So I'ma f*ck the city up (Yeah, let me get that in)
[Verse 2]
Girl, it's 1 A.M
To me, I know that's kinda early
But let's take it in for the night, babe
But if you wanna bring your friends (Haha)
She can come, she can come (f*ck it up, f*ck it up)
Just let me lay you both on the bed, hands on the pillow
I'ma go deep, puttin' in work in the middle
Ass up, face down, baby, I'ma work it out
The three of us holdin' hands screamin' a little
Both of y'all can get it all
Can get it all, can get it all, can get it all

[Pre-Chorus]
So, baby, can we play a little game?
Girl, your body on mine, up and down
Just make me work for it, work for it, baby (Oh)
I'ma give you the business
And girl, you gon' get when I start really usin' my tongue, baby

[Chorus]
Yeah, girl (Yeah, girl)
Whenever I'm in your city (Ayy)
You know I'ma blow 'bout fifty (Ayy)
I-I'ma f*ck the city up (Up, up, now, yeah)
I'ma give my love to you (You), you (You)
I'ma f*ck the city up
I'm comin' over, babe (Yeah, babe)
(Yeah, baby, this your debt)
Over over, babe (Babe)
(This your debt, yeah, let me get that in)
And I'ma f*ck the city up (City up, yeah)
Nig—, I'm hella paid (Let me get paid)
H-Hella paid (This your debt)
So I'ma f*ck the city up (What? Look, ha)
(Yeah, let me get that in, ha)
[Verse 3]
The nightlife rough, I f*ck the city up
Ride this b*tch all night, tell her, "Giddy up"
Champagne, some new dreams and new bucks
My life's too bright, thank my jeweler
This is the epitome of jealousy
When n*ggas expect me to strike out like a felony
It's not my intention to lash out, but you tellin' me
A n*gga that he never be one of the
The greatest
b*tch, you hatin' 'cause a n*gga made it
When I was cuttin' records in my f*ckin' basement
A lil', lil' n*gga couldn't get a placement
But like a spaceship, I'm outta here, not to fear
You bring the uh, and I'll buy the beer
Lookin' at my chain is like a chandelier
But these diamonds here and these diamonds real

[Pre-Chorus]
So baby, can we play a little game? (Haha, yeah)
Girl, your body on mine (Shake it for me), up and down (Let's do it)
Just make me work for it, work for it, baby (Haha, work, oh)
I'ma give you the business
And girl, you gon' get when I start really usin' my tongue (Usin' my tongue like), baby

[Chorus]
Yeah, girl (What? Yeah, girl)
Whenever I'm in your city (Yeah, ayy)
You know I'ma blow 'bout fifty (Ayy)
I-I'ma f*ck the city up (Up, up, yeah! Now, yeah)
I'ma give my love to you (You, woo!), you (You, woo!)
I'ma f*ck the city up (Yeah!)
I'm comin' over, babe (Babe, over, babe)
(Yeah, baby, this your debt)
Over over, babe (Babe, over, babe)
(This your debt, yeah, let me get that in)
And I'ma f*ck the city up (Yeah, city up, yeah)
Nig—, I'm hella paid (Yeah! Let me get paid)
H-Hella paid (Woo! This your debt)
So I'ma f*ck the city up (Yeah, let me get that in)
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