Partyin' Next Door (隔壁派对) (Clean) - Young Blacc/Chris Brown (克里斯·布朗)

Written by：Young Blacc/Chris Brown/Floyd "A1" Bentley/Cristopher "Chrishan" Dotson

Producer：Floyd "A1" Bentley/Cristopher "Chrishan" Dotson

Chris Brown：

Baby you be on that old sh*t

I don't need that commotion

Got me heated in the oven

Don't play with the chopper it's fully loaded

Yeah driving me crazy driving me crazy

No one but you I feel so used set up

You supposed to be here in this foreign

But you just disappeared like I'm not important

Eh you're what I need I need you

Heart on my sleeve I need you

Oh you know I need you

You f**ked up cause you partying next door

You partying next door

You partying next door

You partying next door

Said you partying

Young Blacc：

She got 4 friends I hope they go

Double up and bring 4 more

Hennessy and the Patron shots

Make the white girls wanna get low

Hoody Baby my kin folk and OHB I kill for

That other party that's next door we don't f**k with ni**as that save hoe

Spanish chicks they can take dick black girls love to talk sh*t

White girls love the foreplay handstand make them turn tricks

She took my proposition 'bout the pimping

She know how to flip it ain't come with interest

She telling a nosey ni**a mind his business

Always hating cause they know we winning

Grown man sh*t I don't need permission

I don't give a damn if they real sisters

Ni**a I only f**k with them freak hoes

Beast mode eat the pussy

Chris Brown：

Eh you're what I need I need you

Heart on my sleeve I need you

Oh you know I need you

You f**ked up cause you partying next door

You partying next door

You partying next door

You partying next door

Said you partying yeah

Downgrade don't feel the same

Got the nerve to say a ni**a change really

Only motherf**ker put you in a gang

How the hell you think they know your name you trifling you silly

But I keep hoes on deck what you know 'bout me

I'm the ni**a takin fades yelling OHB

Overhand biscuit you ain't out my reach

B**ches wanna kiss dick every time I preach

Got the Staples Centre floor seats

And it's 500 blocks with my OGs

A ni**a did a lid in the county

A 100 million dollars my ni**as gon' eat

I stayed fresh I don't need no stylist

I'm either mean or modest

I don't need co-pilots

OHB we popping ni**a who gon' stop us

Eh you're what I need I need you

Heart on my sleeve I need you

Oh you know I need you

You f**ked up cause you partying next door

You partying next door

You partying next door

You partying next door

Said you partying yeah

Eh you're what I need I need you

Heart on my sleeve I need you

Oh you know I need you

You f**ked up cause you partying next door