Banjo Lyrics

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Man, don't play with the p*ssy like a banjo
Man, don't play with the p*ssy like a banjo
Man, don't play with the p*ssy like a banjo
And all the hoes in the party hit the dance
floor

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Pull up, nigga creeping
Colder than a motherf*cker
Guess it's ho season (bitch)
Shorty got that ass, baby girl it's nice to
meet you
With these lights off, give a f*ck about
your features
I'm tryna f*ck
If it's one on one gimme that eye soap
But if it's two of ya'll I'ma let the dice
roll
It's the weekend, I could tell you been
freaking
Cause you popping Miley Cyrus and you
twerking with your eyes closed
Go figure, skinny nigga with a suit on
Bunch of bad bitches
Yeah, they like me nigga, who don't?
Drop top, everything
We party like the roof gone
A nigga got a problem, blaka-blaka, then we
move on (blap)
Tell 'em hold that
If you looking for liquor, better lick up
My liquor zing and you know that
Bitches looking for a sponsorship, cha-
ching, cause I sponsor shit
Bitch I throw racks
f*cked up, got me dancing on the floor
Tryna dance in that p*ssy, tell me when to
go
I'm tore up, feeling like I'm 'bout to
throw up
One night with me this bitch about to blow
up

[Hook: Chris Brown x2]
Man, don't play with the p*ssy like a banjo
Man, don't play with the p*ssy like a banjo
Man, don't play with the p*ssy like a banjo
And all the hoes in the party hit the dance
floor

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Ain't shit but model bitches over here
I'm a nigga with money bitch
Let's make that clear
You here with a Elf ear
Hoes in stock over here
And the price going up by the year
It's a good year, baby
On my blimp shit
You too defensive and sensitive That's on some mental shit
No sense in lingering
Can't count on you niggas man, only count
Benjamins
He my closest friend
My wrist a wrist
Ice the bitch
Like it's sprained and shit
I'm the nigga, nigga
Yes he is, the flyest with three yes' [?]
I take that p*ssy and ransom it
When I hit the block, better have your
banger
[?]
She fold it close, we ain't gon' ever hang
[?]
Bang-bang

[Hook: Chris Brown x2]
Man, don't play with the p*ssy like a banjo
Man, don't play with the p*ssy like a banjo
Man, don't play with the p*ssy like a banjo
And all the hoes in the party hit the dance
floor

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
She was bomb but she wanted me to pay for
it
Alley-oop bitch, you know a nigga play
whores
I play with p*ssy, girl you know that I'm a
playboy
Clap, clap, clap then she make that booty
make noise
She make that ass wobble like a monster
Twerk something, hurt something
Damn, I'ma need a doctor
A bitch with some real hair straight up out
the projects
And she turn her phone off from all them
niggas she be dodging
[?] head
She don't give a f*ck about nothing but her
bread
But when I dance in that p*ssy do the
running man
While all these other niggas f*cking with
[?]
I'm throwing all of this money and I'm
advancing these strippers
I got my hand on the p*ssy she got her hand
on my zipper
She started going to work my shit got hard
as a missile
Then she say she got a twin, I started
f*cking her sister

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Man, don't play with the p*ssy like a banjo
Man, don't play with the p*ssy like a banjo
Man, don't play with the p*ssy like a banjo
And all the hoes in the party hit the dance
floor

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