Party Next Door - Chris Brown, Young Blacc

Baby you be on that old shit

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 fucked up cause you partying next door

You partying next door

You partying next door

You partying next door

Said you partying, yeah

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

HoodyBaby, my kin folk and OHB, I kill for

That other party that’s next door, we don’t fuck with niggas that save hoe

Spanish chicks, they can take dick, black girls love to talk shit

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 nigga mind his business

Always hating cause they know we winning

Grown man shit, I don’t need permission

I don’t give a damn if they real sisters

Nigga, I only fuck with them freak hoes

Beast mode, eat the pussy

Eh, you’re what I need, I need you

Heart on my sleeve, I need you

Oh, you know I need you

You fucked 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 nigga change, really?

Only motherfucker 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 nigga takin fades, yelling 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 blocks with my OGs

A nigga did a lid in the county

A 100 million dollars, my niggas 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, nigga 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 fucked 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 fucked up cause you partying next door