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conversations.value: Write me a song called Stranger Things with the following description: After teasing the fans on Twitter in January about new music with Chris Brown, Joyner kicks off the lead single from their upcoming joint project Angels & Demons. The song was released on February 25th alongside the music video.
  The track’s instrumental samples the title sequence  of Netflix’s TV series Stranger Things, which the song’s title also derives from.
  “Stranger Things” was first teased by Chris in a now-deleted Instagram post on January 2, 2019, saying it featured Joyner and Ski Mask the Slump God. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1: Chris Brown]
  Bottles in a bucket full of ice (Yeah)
  Better make room, vroom, hear the Lambo' (Celebrate)
  Bitch, better believe that I'ma sniper (Yeah)
  You know I'm 'bout to take you from your man though (Celebrate)
  Pop up with the chopper at artificial niggas
  Actin' like bitches and it started up a epidemic
  It don't make a difference, nigga, we winnin', I'm plenty grinnin'
  Hunnid million platinum, fuck it, you ain't gotta listen (Celebrate)
  You better step down to me
  Feel the dick, bitch, open up your mouth to me
  Now choke, talk to the dick, honestly
  I'm dope, bitch, comin' like Eenie Meenie Miney Mo (Celebrate)
  I don't like when I lose (I don't)
  If I don't buy her them shoes, I don't like those (Regulate)
  Do anything that I want to
  Think I'm gon' dance on the moon like Michael (Elevate)
  [Verse 2: Joyner Lucas, 
  Chris Brown
  ]
  While I'm drivin', I'm moonwalkin' in the sky with some shooters
  We jump inside of the Buick, you duck and hide from the Rugers (Brap-brap)
  A couple choppers, acoustic in the guitar with no music
  Guess I'm alive and I use it, get stuck inside of the cubics (Buck-buck)
  I never lie, but the truth is, I'm fuckin' tired of these losers
  And all my life want the food when it's supper time and the juice (Brap-brap)
  But I'd rather die than to lose, it's a matter of time 'fore I lose it
  And strategize with the movement-t-t-t-t-t (Buck-buck)
  Walk in the trap like a boss, ooh
  Ho, you know I'm drippin' with the sauce, ooh
  Pretty with a face full of scars
  All they did was build me up, tried take me apart (Buck-buck-buck)
  They ain't ever wanna 
  celebrate
  Like you have a label call the doctor
  Heard the chopper make 'em do the Macarena (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
  All you niggas sweet as candy, chocolate chip and Now and Later
  Jolly Rancher, stick of bubblegum, it's watermelon flavored (Woo, woo, woo!)
  Get the paper, I'ma 
  celebrate 
  on the corner
  Heard you niggas got the juice, but I got Corona
  Got a little Spanish bitch, I call her maricona
  Joyner Lucas, bitch, I'm hotter than a fuckin' saun (Woo-woo-woo!)
  Yeah, I make you niggas 
  elevate
  All you new niggas don't do it for me, look (Woah)
  Bitchin' to professor, you a student to me, woah
  Designer shades on like you cooler than me, wait (Ayy)
  All we do is win, you a loser to me
  Rappers wanna talk about battle me (Joyner)
  You can't give me neck with a mouth full of cavities
  Bunch of lil' niggas tried grabbin' me (Grabbin' me)
  Five foot five, boy, you niggas like half of me
  You don't wanna see the other side of me (Yeah)
  Hard to make 'em happy, all these bitches stay mad at me
  I just might take her out to Applebee's (Applebee's)
  Give her long dick and a strawberry daiquiri [Verse 3: Chris Brown, 
  Joyner Lucas
  ]
  Order Cheesecake Factory, bubblin', why you mumblin'?
  What you utter? Stop stutterin', what you spend? Let me double it
  Lime green 'Rari, two twins, call 'em double mints
  If all you pussy niggas my kids, I'm in trouble then
  Shut up 'fore I spank you for actin' up
  Now I'm wakin' up in cabanas 'cause she bad as fuck
  And all gorillas don't want bananas 'less your chain is tucked
  You wiggity-wack with the strap, you cross Chris, make you jump
  I criss-cross with the pump, ain't no bricks in the trunk
  Leave that shit for the chumps, I still get what I want
  Don't wanna believe in my mind, but you believe in my dump
  I'm takin' a knee for my side, could give a fuck 'bout the onus
  Nigga, look in my eyes, you 'bout to give me my bonus
  And every motherfuckin' record, that's a hit I recorded (Celebrate)
  And e'ry motherfuckin' snitch up in this bitch, they report it (Celebrate)
  You paid your way for this fade and can't even afford it
  Seventy-five mil', look at me now (Celebrate)
  And all these bad bitches can't keep they feet down (Elevate)
  You don't really wanna see Brown
  Need to stop all that shit talkin', put the seat down
  Joyner, I don't really feel these niggas
  Hol' up, I ain't gotta pay to kill these niggas
  Time is money, need to fuck around and bill these niggas
  Vet, so I'm finna good will these niggas (
  Buck-buck, buck
  , celebrate)
  I'ma kill these niggas, I should grill these niggas
  Take flex, Fresh Prince, Uncle Phil these niggas (Brap-brap-brap)
  Oh, shit, I'm the shit, you can smell me, nigga
  Break ribs, yeah, you don't want no real beef, nigga
  I say As-salāmu ʿalaykum when I tear apart some bacon
  Ho, you actin' like a pig, you fuckin' filthy, nigga (Woo-woo-woo!)
  Now the police tryna lock me in the prison, said, "I'm guilty"
  I said, "Da-da-da-da-da, come and kill me, nigga"
   (
  Buck
  ) [Verse 4: Joyner Lucas, 
  Chris Brown
  , 
  Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown
  ]
  They must have forgot that I'm psycho (Jheeze)
  Oh, you want war? Say no more
  Turn your fuckin' block into a light show
   (Joyner)
  You better be sure, better be sure
  I'm the realest nigga that I know (Hey)
  And I'm so bored, I might switch cars
  Save a lotta money on GEICO
   (Jheeze)
  And neighbors knockin' on my door, what the fuck you want?
  Bitch, I'm alright
   (Jheeze)
  Listen, nigga, mind your business, I'm so sick of niggas
  Tellin' me how I been livin' my life
   (Joyner)
  Sick of bumpin' shoulders, now I'm runnin' over
  Every motherfucker who ain't wanna get in my ride
   (Buck, buck, buck, woo!)
  I was watchin', you were shoppin'
  Ain't never had the shit in my size
   (Jheeze)
  Now I'm poppin', I'm poppin'
  And your bitch keep hittin' my line 
  (Buck-buck-buck)
  It's complicated, fuckin' up with my main bitch
  Givin' it to the side bitch at the same damn time
  Puttin' my face in it, never wastin' it
  I'ma lay in it, hit it, hit it one more time
  And I'ma proceed and play with the pussy
  You know I don't keep my cape on a hoodie
  But I keep a Uzi, it's a doozie, make a movie if you're actin' stupid
   (
  Celebrate
  )