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Iffy

Artist:Chris Brown  Album:Breezy  Writer:Chris Brown/Joshua Isaih Parker/Samuel Jimenez/Dominique Logan/Patrizio Pigliapoco/Jamal Gaines/Michael Jiminez/Eric Bellinger/Andre Romell Young/Curtis Jackson/Michael Elizondo/Lumidee/Edwin Perez/Teddy Mendez/Steven Marsden  Composer:Chris Brown/Joshua Isaih Parker/Samuel Jimenez/Dominique Logan/Patrizio Pigliapoco/Jamal Gaines/Michael Jiminez/Eric Bellinger/Andre Romell Young/Curtis Jackson/Michael Elizondo/Lumidee/Edwin Perez/Teddy Mendez/Steven Marsden  Release Year:2022 

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Ayy Pinky ring worth 'bout two-fifty (Ooh, ayy) Two-tone my Lambo, that's drippy (Ooh, ayy) Bottle after bottle, now she tipsy (Ooh) Can't trust these hoes 'cause they iffy (Ooh, ayy) I know that your best friend gon' slide now (Ooh, ayy) Party at my house, that's a vibe now (Ooh, ayy) Ballin' on these hoes like LeBron now (Ooh) She spittin' off the top, that's a freestyle Ayy, I'm 'bout to run it up I'm 'bout to pull up in that motherfuckin' Bentley truck (Ayy) Got some bad bitches and they 'bout to fuck it up (Ayy) And we takin' shit over just to sum it up, sum it up Yeah, I need my commas, lil' bitch I ain't playin', man, I put that on my mama and shit Twenty-four on the jersey, just for Mamba and shit Vince Carter on the beat, I put my arm through the rim It's your birthday, put your hands in the air if it's your birthday And you know we don't give a fuck, it's not your birthday (Birthday) You should be throwin' that back in the first place It's Breezy, I know you heard of me Ooh, yeah Pinky ring worth 'bout two-fifty (Ooh, ayy) Two-tone my Lambo, that's drippy (Ooh, ayy) Bottle after bottle, now she tipsy (Ooh) Can't trust these hoes 'cause they iffy (Ooh, ayy) I know that your best friend gon' slide now (Ooh, ayy) Party at my house, that's a vibe now (Ooh, ayy) Ballin' on these hoes like LeBron now (Ooh) She spittin' off the top, that's a freestyle I'm about to turn it up, a hundred degrees Got my baby goin' up, flight overseas I don't know where your girl at, she missin' I'm a bad boy like a Detroit Piston Nigga, I might smash on yo' bitch, Mitch Richmond Cookin' up that hot shit, yeah, we in the kitchen You been workin' out, girl, lookin' real temptin' The way you make it clap, tonight I might tap that


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