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A1 - Partyin Next Door Lyrics

[Intro: Chris Brown]
(Girl, I'm coming, baby)
I appreciate
Ow!

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Girl, you be on that bullshit (Yeah)
I don't need that commotion (Ooh, yeah)
Got me heated in the open (Ooh, yeah)
Don't play with the chopper, it's fully loaded (Baow-baow)
Yeah
Drivin' me crazy (Ooh), drivin' me crazy
No one but you, I feel so used, set up
You supposed to be here in this foreign (Baow)
But you just disappeared like I'm not important

[Chorus: Chris Brown, Young Blacc]
Ayy, you're what I need, I need you (I need you)
Heart on my sleeve, I need you (Ooh, yeah)
Oh, you know I need you (Ooh, yeah)
You fucked up 'cause you partyin' next door
You partyin' next door
You partyin' next door
You partyin' next door (Yeah, look)
Said you partyin' (Blacc), yeah
[Verse 2: Young Blacc, Chris Brown]
She got four friends, I hope they go (Yup)
Double up and bring four more (Ah)
Hennessy and them Patrón shots (Yeah)
Make the white girls wanna get low (Low)
HoodyBaby, my kinfolk (Folk)
And OHB, I kill for (I will)
That other party that's next door
We don't fuck with niggas that save hoes (Nah)
Spanish chicks, they can take dick (Yup)
Black girls love to talk shit (They do)
White girls love the foreplay
Handstand, make 'em turn tricks (Hah)
She took my proposition 'bout the pimpin' (Yeah)
She know how to flip it, it come with interest (Yeah)
She tell a nosey nigga mind his business
Always hatin' 'cause they know we winnin' (Brap)
Grown man shit, I don't need permission (Nah)
I don't give a damn if they real sisters (Nah)
Nigga, I only fuck with them freak hoes (Yeah)
Beast mode, beat the pussy (Ooh, ooh, yeah)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Ayy, you're what I need, I need you (I need you)
Heart on my sleeve, I need you (Ooh, yeah)
Oh, you know I need you (Yeah, I need you)
You fucked up 'cause you partyin' next door
You partyin' next door (Door, how could you?)
You partyin' next door (No, no, no, no, no)
You partyin' next door (No, woah)
Said you partyin', yeah (Huh)
[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Downgradin', it don't feel the same (Nah)
Got the nerve to say a nigga changed, really?
Only motherfucker put you in the gang (Yeah)
How the hell you think they know your name?
You triflin', you silly
But I keep hoes on deck, what you know 'bout me?
I'm the nigga takin fades, yellin' "OHB"
Overhand biscuit, you ain't out my reach
Bitches wanna kiss dick every time I preach
Got the Staples Centre, floor seats
And it's 500 Block with my OG's
A nigga did a lid in the county
A hundred million dollars, my niggas gon' eat
I stayed fresh, I don't need no stylist
I'm either mean or modest (Yeah)
I don't need co-pilots
OHB, we poppin' (Yeah)
Nigga, who gon' stop us? (Ow!)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Ayy, you're what I need, I need you (I need you)
Heart on my sleeve, I need you (Ooh, yeah)
Oh, you know I need you (Ooh, yeah)
You fucked up 'cause you partyin' next door
You partyin' next door
You partyin' next door
You partyin' next door
Said you partyin', yeah
[Outro: Chris Brown]
Ayy, you're what I need, I need you (I need you)
Heart on my sleeve, I need you (Ooh, yeah)
Oh, you know I need you (Ooh, yeah)
You fucked up 'cause you partyin' next door