Yoko Lyrics - Chris Brown

1 Bust a couple bands

2 Blow a 100 fast

3 I just made a hundred off of 50 pay

4 Where them bad Asian bitches holdin down my city at?

5 Where them girls from the A with that pretty face?

6 Round thing, yeah I’m on that loud thang

7 Pop another bottle, shooting corks at the crowd: dang!

8 Yeah, I’m a stunna, nah, I ain’t Baby tho

9 Young dude with the lazy flow

10 Watch all these ladies go

11 Crazy when I pull up right beside em

12 I do a buck 30, I’m just into flying

13 I smell like dirty money, plus this cookie that I’m lighting

14 Bucket’s full of ice and bottles on fire inside em

15 Call 'em Yoko Ono

16 Only ride solo

17 Mission for the dolo

18 One look in her eyes, she’ll eat you alive

19 She’s a man eater, ski mask diva

20 She might up ‘n leave you, but you can never leave her

21 You ain’t never had someone, you can never keep her

22 Tricking on the next man, he can’t have her either..

23 I Call her Yoko Ono

24 Look, got a boatload of them Asian hoes

25 On vacation steady bakin' with Jamaican hoes

26 I got cash boy, I don’t care what you makin' ho

27 50 thousand on my wrist: I’m feedin' Eskimos

28 Damn! Put VA on this shit

29 Buy 100 fuckin' bottles, let em spray in this bitch

30 My money flow real long, I do relays in this bitch

31 And you know I kill songs, it’s Burner, CB & Wiz

32 Alrighty now, ha, look at me, rose, I’m on nigga

33 15 grand on a what, That’s just my phone, nigga

34 Northern California, where blunts look like cones, nigga

35 Two up, two down, make that switch, yeah

36 Call em Yoko Ono

37 Only ride solo

38 Mission for the dolo

39 One look in her eyes, she’ll eat you alive

40 She’s a man eater, ski mask diva

41 She might leave you, but you can never leave her

42 You ain’t never had someone, you can never keep her

43 Tricking on the next man, he can’t have her either..

44 Call her Yoko Ono

45 Shades on, Polo white T

46 Me leaving here alone? That’s unlikely

47 Not a stoner bitch, but she like me

48 Tryna get that final cut like Spike Lee

49 I jack them hoes, direct them hoes

50 Take ‘em home and let them hoes go live out their fantasies

51 They’re popping pills, I’m rolling weed

52 Even got a couple bad bitches overseas

53 Out the back, as ain’t no tags when I’m shopping

54 And my bad filled with options so don’t ask what it cost

55 I’m in a Maserati coupe going so fast that I lost ‘em

56 And my bitch got so much swag that these bad bitches on us

57 Ah! Killing y’all, pow! (dag) get a a coffin