Call Your Name Lyrics – Chris Brown

Read the full Call Your Name lyrics by Chris Brown from the album BROWN along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Home is where I wanna be
Out here catching Z-Z-Z’s
Dollars all I see, see, see
(??) ceiling, (??)
Water like the beach in St. Tropez
Love is laying under me
You know what I nee-ee-eed
All up in betwee-wee-ween
Whisper in my ear, your words, or say it
Love the way you still don’t play no games

[Chorus: Chris Brown, S*xyy Red]
You still spin the block for me
You check every box for me
N!ggas talk a lot, but you run it up
Ooh, it’s the top for me
I’d be proud to call your name (Ooh)
Call your name (Call your name, ooh)
I’d be proud to call your name (Ooh)
Call your name (Call your name, ooh)
Yeah
(Tay Keith fu*k these n!ggas up)

[Verse 2: S*xyy Redd, GloRilla]
You know you calling me whenever we getting it
It’s your favorite trapper rapper, but you knew that s*it (It’s S*xyy)
He be screaming my name, I-I know this coochie hit (Good)
That’s my favorite n!gga, I-I’m his favorite b!tch (Truth)
He check every box and I check all the hits ((??) thugs)
We a perfect match, baby, yeah, you my lil’ s*it, yeah
I ain’t playing ’bout my n!gga, I split a b!tch (Baow)
A-anytime we get together, we gon’ do it big (You know that)
Say my name, daddy, yeah, I’m tryna have your kiss (Do your thing)
(Yeah, yeah, it’s S*xyy)
Rapper b!tch fu*ked up ’bout this singing-ass n!gga on game (Ooh-ooh)
The whole world know big S*xyy, but I like when he call me Janay (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I like when you call my name (Ooh-ooh, S*xyy)
(Tay Keith fu*k these n!ggas up, S*xyy)
GloRilla
Call my name

[Verse 3: GloRilla, S*xyy Redd]
Woo, yeah, baby, call my name (S*xyy)
Just don’t call me Yadavit
I ain’t nothing like these hoes with they (??)
I’m a real boss
Let a n!gga know I’m ’bout my beats
If I let you in this pu*sy, fu*k me ’til you out of d!ck
I be talking s*it ’cause these n!ggas love everything I say
If he don’t eat pu*sy, how the fu*k I end up on his face?
I know you got a good a b!tch, but come and teach me where it’s great
Gon’ and kiss her ass for now and eat mine later on the date
Big Cha-nay-nay bags
B!tches just ain’t seeing s*it my way
B!tches make me mad
But then again, they mama made mistakes
50K in cash
I’m ’bout to go spreeing in that lak
otta show my ass
Ain’t no way I’m having all this cake, woo
It must be something ’bout a thick redbone
With a couple hit songs to make that d!ck stand long (Ooh)
It must be something ’bout a b!tch like me
To make a n!gga like you wanna call me (On gang)

[Chorus: Chris Brown, GloRilla]
I’d be proud to call your name (Ooh, gang)
Call your name (Call your name, ooh)
I’d be proud to call your name (Ooh)
Call your name (Call your name, ooh)
(Tay Keith fu*k these n!ggas up)