Who This Lyrics - Chris Brown

[Verse 1] 

Attention, my baby's coming over 

I'mma need everyone to go 

Take what you need and get to stepping 

No you don't need to wait up 

Traffic, I hear it's kinda crazy 

More time for me to clean up 

She might be feeling something shady 

Really, seriously you need to hurry up 

If you only knew about the way she drive 

You would understand, I ain't fucking around 

If she come through the front door, you gotta hide 

Gotta hide, she be like 

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[Hook] 

Who this bitch all up in my house? 

Why she hiding behind the couch? 

Hold on, no nigga, we don't know nigga, don't get up 

Fuck around and I'mma lay you out 

And she like who this bitch all up in my house? 

Why she hiding behind the couch? 

Hold on, no nigga, we don't know nigga, don't get up 

Fuck around and I'mma lay you out, she like 

Who this? Who this is? 

Who this? Who this is? 

Who this? Who this is, yeah? 

Who this? Who this is, yeah? 

[Verse 2] 

Jump, jump, jump out the way, hey, jump, jump out the place 

Hey, if she wanna play, pointing at me, I might catch a case 

Baby I don't know what's wrong, that's the whole reason I'm singing this song 

Can we all get along, get along, get along? 

I know you tripping and pointing the finger 

What if I told you that this was my sister stuffed in the closet? 

Hey, body addict, why you tryna stall her 

So that she can get away? What she say? 

[Hook] 

Who this bitch all up in my house? 

Why she hiding behind the couch? 

Hold on, no nigga, we don't know nigga, don't get up 

Fuck around and I'mma lay you out 

Who's this bitch all up in my house? 

Why she hiding behind the couch? 

Hold on, no nigga, we don't know nigga, don't get up 

Fuck around and I'mma lay you out, she like 

Who this? Who this is? 

Who this? Who this is? 

Who this? Who this is, yeah? 

Who this? Who this is, yeah? 

[Verse 3] 

Know the record but different me, can't even play like I'm innocent 

Every night I fuck a different bitch, I'll admit you the one, ain't many different 

You fucking niggas for fame, bitches hearting on my Instagram 

I see that look on her face, know she gon' fuck her up, she going insane 

I'm under pressure, came in this bitch, she gon' leave in a stretcher 

I shouldn't have let her, I shoulda known better, she gon' teach me a lesson 

She in there working with the .45 with the compressor 

Don't pull it, don't pull it, don't pull it, blood all over the wall and dresser 

And if I had the chance would I save her life? 

If I never cheated, she wouldn't have died 

I don't see no soul, only hear her cry 

Yeah you really thinking that I'm dead wrong 

[Hook] 

Who this bitch all up in my house? 

Why she hiding behind the couch? 

Hold on, no nigga, we don't know nigga, don't get up 

Fuck around and I'mma lay you out 

And she like who's this bitch all up in my house? 

Why she hiding behind the couch? 

Hold on, no nigga, we don't know nigga, don't get up 

Fuck around and I'mma lay you out, she like 

Who this? Who this is? 

Who this? Who this is? 

Who this? Who this is, yeah? 

Who this? Who this is, yeah?