Lyrics Chris Brown – Compadre

Murda on da beat so it’s not nice

Chris Brown:
Yeah, all these pills, I can’t hear what you sayin’
Drugs, all these drugs, yeah, bitch

I’m runnin’ plays, I’m connected with the plug
Huh, olé, olé, olé, my compadre
My homies loco when they shoot you out in broad day
It ain’t no easy route ’cause speakin’ ain’t the hard way, yeah

Olé, olé, olé, I just found out the play
Got my bitch all on his line sendin’ his location
You must think you slick, huh
Pull up with the stick
Revolver, hollow shells, so you won’t find out who did it
Disappear like Houdini
Drop the top, that’s a magic trick
Three Lamborghinis, you fuck niggas on that rentin’ shit
Cool as shit, through with all the foolish shit
You know, got the Rugers, with the toolies with
Get, that’s a .30 clip, yeah

All these pills, I can’t hear what you sayin’
Drugs, all these drugs, yeah, bitch
Goin’ to the moon, beam me up
Smokin’ high shit
Gas, smokin’ gas, the fire shit

Chris Brown (Kap G):
I’m runnin’ plays, I’m connected with the plug
Huh, olé, olé, olé, my compadre (My compadre)

Kap G:
Wakin’ up, I’m feelin’ like I’m Pablo (Pablo)
I got some partners with the duffle like I’m Ralo (Damu)
I got some partners who gon’ pull up with them hollows (Skrrt)
Your bitch gon’ send me your location from your iPhone (Ayy)
Pull up in the trenches (Pull up in the trenches)
Uh, nigga, pull up with the stenches (Pull up with the stenches)
Uh, I keep pulling out of them bitches (Yuh)
I got the sauce and I’m drippin’ (Woo)
I’m dripped in designer, call me Big Tymin, I’m just being honest
We got it on us, we pull up in Hondas
You don’t want the drama, you talk to your Honor, yeah

Chris Brown (Kap G):
All these pills, I can’t hear what you sayin’ (Kap G)
Drugs, all these drugs, yeah, bitch
Goin’ to the moon, beam me up
Smokin’ high shit
Gas, smokin’ gas, the fire shit

Chris Brown:
I’m runnin’ plays, I’m connected with the plug
Huh, olé, olé, olé, my compadre
My homies loco when they shoot you out in broad day
It ain’t no easy route ’cause speakin’ ain’t the hard way

All these pills, I can’t hear what you sayin’
Drugs, all these drugs, yeah, bitch
Goin’ to the moon, beam me up
Smokin’ high shit
Gas, smokin’ gas, the fire shit

I’m runnin’ plays, I’m connected with the plug
Huh, olé, olé, olé, my compadre
My homies loco when they shoot you out in broad day
It ain’t no easy route ’cause speakin’ ain’t the hard way