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    "Take It To The Head" Lyrics

    DJ Khaled feat. Chris Brown, Lil Wayne, Nicki Minaj and Rick Ross

    Genre:Hip-Hop, Rap
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    [DJ Khaled - Intro]
    Working all winter
    Shining all summer
    I aint no beginner
    You scared to,

    [Chris Brown - hook]
    Take it to the head, (yeh yeah)
    Don't think about it, be about it
    Don't be scared to take it to the head (yeh yeah)
    Girl, you fly but if I tell you than to take it to the head
    Then you might take it to the head

    I'm in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed
    One shot, two shots, I'm gone
    Take it to the head
    I'm in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed
    One shot, two shots, I'm gone
    Now we gon' get fucked up, no excuses no apologies

    [Rick Ross]
    Reputation for g's, thats the roll of a boss
    So amazing to see, black baguettes in my watch
    She say love is for free, just expensive to shop
    But its nothing to me, that extends from my block
    I got a lot of figures, I'm a father figure
    She know a lot of niggas, don't know a hotter nigga
    Come to the winners circle, a lot of men will hurt you
    But I'm here to nurture, I wanna take you further
    She got all them purses, I say in my verses
    YSL and Hermes and barely scratch the surface
    She know on purpose, as I peel the curtains
    I always make her nervous, this record's perfect

    [Chris Brown - hook]

    [Nicki Minaj]
    Yo, reputation for bussin'
    Pussy open, it's nothin'
    Big fat nigga, all that huffin' and puffin'
    Take me shopping in France
    and he pay in advance
    He got big balls, ran a play in his pants
    Ran away with his money just to chill on the Island
    All my bitches is stylin'
    Beaches and eatin Italian
    This is real shit, real shit
    On the real, nigga fuckin' wit a real bitch
    I ride for him, DMV
    Stamina, GNC
    3 letters CMB
    Competition, I don't see any


    [Lil Wayne]
    Reputation for tastin'
    I'm killin' 'em hoes like Jason
    Got that pussy like medication to patients
    Got my eyes closed, like Asian persuasion
    Fuck with me baby, it's Tunechi baby
    Buss a nut, smoke a blunt, now I'm rejuvenated
    With all that pink on, bitch I'm king kong
    I eat her ice cream, she eat my ice cream cone
    Pop a pill and pop that pussy
    I bet you tunechi make her throw away that silver bullet
    And she kiss me on my neck and she kiss me on my chest
    And then she,

    This song was submitted on April 13th, 2012.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Andrew Harr, Jermaine Jackson, Kevin Cossom, Dwayne Carter, Onika Tanya Maraj, William Roberts, Christopher Brown, Khaled Khaled, Sean Davidson, Andre Davidson.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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