Pussy nigga this ain’t what you want/My clique put up the middle finger/I know your bitch she don’t like waiting long/I hit it then pass her to Trigga
from Tuesday lyrics by Chris Brown
Stirring the pot with a remix that’s only slightly better than the original makes perfect sense for a guy who relishes the villain role. He’s asking – begging even – for critics to lambaste the thin beat and boorish lyrics so he can have a reason to be the louse he’s always been, a typical showing.
