Drumma Boy
An ounce of love is all I need to fly with an angel
While the dealers die for it
The kush burn like bullets, both ’em chasing the green
I’m chiefing, seeing
Dime after dime, girl, I need that strong shit
That top of the line, you know that sticky, icky wrong shit (Oh, oh)
You know that there might be a time, pretty young thing
Baby, just try this, I got all the flavors, got you fiening
Oh oh, girl, I got you warming up so take off your clothes (Oh)
And we can do it anywhere, come on, girl, let’s go (Oh)
Hallucinating, this hit will make you see a ghost (Oh)
You’re mine, it’s alright
You said that you ain’t smoke in a while, baby
So we gon’ fuck and I’ma roll up
It’s getting loud, girl, we off that loud, girl
Baby, I’ma work you out, girl, work you out, girl
I love you, Mary Jane
I’ma break you down (Yeah), baby, lick you like a Swisher
Let me light that shit on fire (Yeah), Mary Jane, I’m fucking with ya
I’ma hot box in your hot box (Yeah), you just take it like a picture
I’ma go slower and slower (Yeah), so high you flying, babe (Yeah)
I’ma break you down (It down), baby, lick you like a Swisher (Lick it)
I’ma break you down (Down), l-l-lick you like, lick you like (Lick it)
I’ma break you down (Break you down), baby, lick you like a Swisher (Lick it)
I-I-I’ma break you down (Lick it), baby, so high we’re flying, babe
You so high, you flying, baby
Smoke that shit, better give me a light
My private jet red eye, baby
Give it to you good, beat it up
Yo’ pussy is a crybaby
Don’t stop, take it to the head, yeah, yeah
And I’m puttin’ in work, that 9 to 5, baby
Comin’ round, you smokin’ brown
Let me bust that, Swisher wide, baby
That white girl, them white papers
Let’s roll up, roll up
I’m off that green, she off that molly
I need a bottle of water
And everythin’ good, the kitty cat smilin’
Oh oh, girl, I got you warming up (Up) so take off your clothes (Oh)
And we can do it anywhere, come on, girl, let’s go (Oh)
Hallucinating, this hit will make you see a ghost (Oh)
You’re mine, it’s alright
You said that you ain’t smoke in a while, baby
So we gon’ fuck and I’ma roll up
It’s getting loud, girl, we off that loud, girl
Baby, I’ma work you out, girl, work you out, girl
I love you, Mary Jane
I’ma break you down (Yeah), baby, lick you like a Swisher
Let me light that shit on fire (Yeah), Mary Jane, I’m fucking with ya
I’ma hot box in your hot box (Yeah), you just take it like a picture
I’ma go slower and slower (Yeah), so high you flying, babe (Yeah)
I’ma break you down (It down), baby, lick you like a Swisher (Lick you, whoa, lick it)
I’ma break you down (Down), l-l-lick you like, lick you like (Oh, lick it)
I’ma break you down (Break you down), baby, lick you like a Swisher (Whoa, lick it)
I-I-I’ma break you down (Hahaha, look), baby, so high we’re flying, babe
Okay, hol’ up I’m ’bout to roll up
I got a pint, gon’ mix it with the Sprite, let me pour up
Hell of a night, 100 million dollar yacht
Never paid for the pussy but after this you gon’ owe us
She s-s-sick on the dick but don’t throw up
Br-Br-Break it down, bend you over
OHB, I’m off the THC
I guarantee that bitch nigga won’t show up
I-I-I’ma make the bed bounce, bounce
Give it to you loose style, we gon’ pull up at Snoop house
Smoke it by the ounce, ounce
A nigga be too high, now you starstruck, kinda fucked
I’ma go H.A.M. when I’m in it
I-I-I throw 100 bands when I’m winnin’
What you sayin’? It’s a limit?
She on my shoulder, gettin’ closer, now she a chain smoker
I’ma break you down (Yeah), baby, lick you like a Swisher
Let me light that shit on fire (Yeah), Mary Jane, I’m fucking with ya
I’ma hot box in your hot box (Yeah), you just take it like a picture
I’ma go slower and slower (Yeah), so high you flying, babe (Yeah)
I’ma break you down (It down), baby, lick you like a Swisher (Lick it)
I’ma break you down (Down), l-l-lick you like, lick you like (Lick it)
I’ma break you down (Break you down), baby, lick you like a Swisher (Lick it)
I-I-I’ma break you down (Lick it), baby, so high we’re flying, baby
Ah, yeah, boy
Ah, yeah (Ah, yeah)
Ah, yeah, boy
Ah, yeah (Ah, yeah)
Ah, yeah, boy
Ah, yeah (Ah, yeah)
Ah, yeah, boy
Exploring Temptation and Escapism in “Wildcat”
“Wildcat” by Chris Brown is a sultry, intoxicating journey through passion and indulgence. The lyrics weave together vivid imagery of love, desire, and the euphoric highs of substance use. Brown uses clever metaphors, blending references to marijuana with romantic and sexual encounters, creating a layered narrative of yearning and pleasure. The recurring mention of “Mary Jane” and smoking acts as a double entendre, representing both the act of getting high and the intoxicating effect of an irresistible lover. The track captures a sense of reckless abandon and sensual escape, inviting listeners into a world where boundaries blur and inhibitions fall away.
Song Credits
- Artist: Chris Brown
- Songwriters: Chris Brown, Drumma Boy