Chris Brown, Royalty: tracklist nuovo album

Royalty, Chris Brown: leggi su Blogo la tracklist del nuovo disco.

E’ stata ufficializzata la tracklist del nuovo album di Chris Brown, Royalty, in uscita il 27 novembre 2015. Dieci tracce inedite, qui sotto i titoli delle canzoni:

Blood On My Hands
Put It Up
Ghetto Tales (I Know You Wanna See)
Right Here
Time And A Place
Gangsta Way

Chris Brown, Royalty è il titolo del nuovo album

Chris Brown ha annunciato il titolo del suo nuovo album. Sarà Royalty il successore di X, la sua ultima fatica discografica datata 2014.

Non è un nome a caso perché corrisponde a quello della sua prima figlia, riconosciuta e avuta con la modella Nia Guzman. Aveva presentato pubblicamente la piccola con una solenne dichiarazione:

“Penso che in questo momento io stia imparando come essere padre, in modo da passare attraverso questo processo, è bene per me crescere con lei e darle quel tempo”

Non si sa, invece, ancora nulla sul periodo previsto per la pubblicazione dell’album. Vi terremo aggiornati.

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I need you [x8]

[Hook – Chris Brown:]
We poppin’ like ayo
All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like ayo
I’mma take her ass down when she bring her friend around
Poppin’ booty like ayo
I’m a boogie ass nigga left the roof at home
We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
But don’t be acting like I need you

[Verse 1 – Tyga:]
Ahhh! Aye babe this my new shit
I’m the black Richie Rich with the roof missing
If it don’t make dollars it don’t make sense
Z, wake up like I gotta get it
And I got a engine with a trunk space
I get money three ways, fucking bitches three ways
7 different foreigns plus she no hablé
But I make that bitch walk with some cheesecake
Yeah, I’m the coldest nigga, icy
Looking in the mirror like I wish I could be me
She too into me, I’m more into money
My hobby’s her body, that pussy’s my lobby
I’mma eat it, I’mma eat it
I don’t lie, hold my dick, too conceited
Uh, told her she’s my wife for the weekend
But don’t be acting like I need you cause we poppin’ like


[Verse 2 – Chris Brown:]
I’m in a Rolls, you don’t roll right
My chain shine brighter than a strobe light
I’m tryna fuck Coco, this don’t concern Ice
If I motorboat, she gon’ motorbike
A nigga ain’t worried about nothin’
Rehabilitation just had me worried about fucking
Money, decision-making only worried about stunting
She worried about me, her nigga worried about cuffing
I wanna see her body (bodyyyy)
She said get inside of me
I wanna feel you baby (yeahhh)
Just bring the animal right out of me
We loving, she love it
See when I go down on her
Now we fucking, she thugging
Getting loud (cause we poppin’ like)


[Verse 3 – Chris Brown (Tyga):]
Huh, look, alright
Now I can spot your bitch from a mile away
Valentine in that pussy, it’s a holiday
(Uh, you losing money, I windmills Dr. J
She going to follow my lead, Simon Says)
Paper, paper, I’m riding scrapers in California
Car smelling like ammonia, we got that stank on us
(Never been an outcast that stank on ya
From the ghetto but my bitch like Apollonia)
We in the hood, tatted like a Mexican
Car too fast, give a fuck about pedestrians
(And my section less niggas, more lesbians)
Got your bitch, I’m that nigga
(Yeah we poppin’ like)


[Outro – Tyga:]
This that fly shit, King shit only
Drop top, no roof – ahhh!

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