Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown – Stranger Things Lyrics

Bottles and a bucket full of ice (Yeah)
Better make room, vroom hear the lambo (Celebrate)
Bitch better believe that I’ma sniper (Yeah)
You know I’m about to take you from your man though (So celebrate)
Pop up with the chopper at artificial niggas
Acting like bitches and it started up a epidemic
It don’t make a difference, nigga we winnin’, I’m plenty grinnin’
A hundred million platinum, fuck it, you ain’t got to listen (Celebrate)

You better step down to me
Feel the dick bitch open up your mouth for me
Now choke, talk to the dick honestly
I’m dope, bitch, comin’ like, eenie meenie miney mo (Celebrate)
I don’t like when I lose
If I don’t buy for them shoes, I don’t like those (Regulate)
Do anything that I want to
Think I’m gonna dance on the moon like Micheal (Elevate)

While I’m drivin’, I’m moonwalkin’ in the sky with some shooters
We jump inside of the Buick you duck and hide from the Rugers
A couple choppers, acoustic and the guitar with no music
Guess I’m alive and I use it get stuck inside of the cubics
I never lie but the truth I’m fuckin’ tired of these losers
And all my life want the food when it’s supper time and the juice (Brap, brap)
But I’d rather die than to lose, it’s a matter of time ‘fore I lose it
And strategize with the movement

Walk in the trap like a boss, ooh
Hoe, you know I’m drippin’ with the sauce, ooh
Pretty with a face full of scars, all they do is build me up
Try to take me apart, they ain’t never wanna (Celebrate)
Like you have a label
Call the doctor heard the chopper make ’em do the Macarena
All you niggas sweet as candy, chocolate chip
And Now and Later, Jolly Ranchers
Stick of bubblegum and watermelon flavored

Get the paper I’ma (Celebrate)
On the corner
Heard you niggas got the juice, but I got Corona
Got a little spanish bitch, I call her maricona
Joyner Lucas, bitch, I’m hotter than a fucking sauna
Yeah, I make you niggas (Elevate)
All you new niggas don’t do it for me, look

Bitch, I’m the professor, you a student to me (Woah)
Designer shades on, like you cooler than me (Wait)
All we do is win, you a loser to me
Rappers wanna talk about battle me (Joyner)
You can’t give me neck with a mouth full of cavities
Bunch of lil’ niggas tried grabbin’ me
Five foot five, boy, you niggas like half of me
You don’t wanna see the other side of me
Hard to make ’em happy, all these bitches stay mad at me
I just might take out her to Applebee’s
Give her long dick and a strawberry daiquiri

Order Cheesecake Factory, bubblin’, why you mumblin’?
What you utter, stop stutterin’
Watch you spend? Let me double it
Lime green ‘Rari, two twins, call ’em double mints
If all you pussy niggas my kids, I’m in trouble then
Shut up before I spank you for acting up
Now I’m wakin’ up in cabanas, ’cause she bad as fuck
And all gorillas don’t want bananas, unless your chain is tucked
You wiggity-wack with the strap
You cross Chris, make you jump

I criss cross with the pump
Ain’t no bricks in the trunk
Leave that shit for the chumps
I still get what I want
Don’t wanna believe in my mind, but you believe in my dump
I’m taking a knee for my side, could give a fuck ’bout the owners
Nigga, look at my eyes, you ’bout to give me my bonus
And every motherfuckin’ record is a hit, if I record it (Celebrate)
And every motherfuckin’ snitch up in this bitch, they reported (Celebrate)

You paid your way for this fade, and can’t even afford it (Celebrate)
Seventy-five mill’, look at me now (Celebrate)
And, all these bad bitches can’t keep their feet down (Elevate)
You don’t really wanna see Brown
Need to stop all that shit talkin’, put the seat down
Joyner, I don’t really feel these niggas
Hol’ up, I ain’t gotta pay to kill these niggas
Time is money, need to fuck around and bill these niggas
Vet, so I’m finna good will these niggas

I’ma kill these niggas
I should grill these niggas
Take flex, Fresh Prince, Uncle Phil these niggas
Oh shit, I’m the shit, you could smell me nigga
Break ribs, yeah, you don’t want no real beef, nigga
I say Asalam Alaikum when I tear apart the bacon
Hoe, you acting like a pig, you fuckin’ filthy, nigga
Now the police tryna lock me in the prison, said I’m guilty
I said, da-da-da-da-da, come and kill me nigga

They must’ve forgot that I’m pyscho
Oh you want war? Say no more
Turn your fuckin’ block into a light show
You better be sure, better be sure
I’m the realest nigga, and that I know
And I’m so bored, I might switch cars
I saved a lotta money on Geico
The neighbors knockin’ on my door, what the fuck you want?

Bitch, I’m alright (Jheeze)
Listen nigga, mind your business
I’m so sick of niggas tellin’ me how I’ve been livin’ my life
Sick of bumpin’ shoulders
Now I’m runnin’ over every motherfucker who ain’t wanna get in my ride
I was watchin’, you was shoppin’
Ain’t never had the shit in my size
Now I’m poppin’, I’m poppin’, and your bitch keep hittin’ my line

It’s complicated, fuckin’ up with my main bitch
Givin’ it to the side bitch at the same damn time
Puttin’ my face in it, never wastin’ it
I’ma lay in it, hit it, hit it, one more time
And I’ma proceed and play with the pussy
You know I don’t keep my cape on a hoodie
But I keep a Uzi, it’s a doozie
Make a movie if you’re acting stupid, so (Celebrate)