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conversations.value: Write me a song called Socialize with the following description: “Socialize” details Chris' up-and-down relationship with his girl who he gave his heart to but is now in the club looking for another woman after his girl lied to him. In his verse, he raps about how he keeps it strictly business with his female escapades, his expensive jewelry, drugs, and how he resolves confrontations. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Chris Brown]
  Oh-woah
  Yeah
  Look
  [Verse 1: Chris Brown]
  Actin' all sadity when a nigga in your city
  Fame goin' to her head, thankful I ain't buy them titties
  And I don't pillow talk with a ho, that's a no no
  In the mornin', Shade Room, she be tellin' all your business
  And now I got a couple chickens that I'm flyin' out the coop
  Got some niggas that can fight, got some killers that can shoot
  And bitches all on my 'Gram, I'm tryna make a hundred million
  Got bitches on top of bitches, I'm stackin' 'em to the ceilin' (Baby, baby)
  Always a nigga tryna hate on me
  And every time we pull a burner on 'em, they want peace
  Bad bitches see the ice, they wanna skate on me
  I hit the G with my D, now she won't leave
  But I don't trip, I just let her stay and sip codeine
  You know she can give me head, but she can't smoke my weed
  In that penthouse suite, I'm the man with the models
  And we don't fuck with you, nigga, we know you tell on your partners, ow!
  [Chorus: Chris Brown]
  We always fussin' and arguin', then we kiss and make up
  And every time I go out with my homies, I'ma have the party lit, goin' way up
  But why you actin' so surprised?
  I gave you my heart, girl, I put it right in front of you
  Told some lies
  Now we in the club tryna socialize [Verse 2: YoungBlacc]
  Look, look
  Now these bitches wanna show's up
  'Cause they see me on the road and I'm jewelled up
  And all these bitches on my line like they know us
  But I don't want your pussy, I'ma let the crew fuck you up
  She so with it, my bitch bad, she gon' get it
  Her lil' sister, she thick now, need those digits
  This money comin' so quick now, need more spinach
  We turn a bitch to a bust down if Chris hit it
  And I ain't never 'bout to save no bitch
  But if she bringin' back money, we gon' all get rich
  I need a new whip, new chain, talkin' 'bout the rap game
  Keep a bitch ten toes down, I'm speakin' facts, mane
  And you won't ever 'bout to break my niggas
  And all this money, I'm about to fresh to death my bitches
  This the West Coast trap game, hit 'em on the crack cane
  Spendin' young money and shit, call me Mack Maine
  [Chorus: Chris Brown, 
  Young Lo
  ]
  We always fussin' and arguin' (Woah, yeah), then we kiss and make up (Oh)
  And every time I go out with my homies, I'ma have the party lit, goin' way up (Yeah)
  But why you actin' so surprised? (Oh, baby)
  I gave you my heart (Yeah), girl, I put it right in front of you (You)
  Told some lies (Now we)
  Now we in the club (Yeah) tryna socialize (
  Look
  ) [Verse 3: Young Lo, 
  Chris Brown
  , 
  Young Lo & Chris Brown
  ]
  'Fore she used to be a solid bitch, but now she fuckin' with my tolerance (
  Yeow!
  )
  Like I ain't the nigga that's bringin' dollars in (
  Ow!
  )
  Took her from that regular life to livin' extravagant
  Now you wanna flex on a nigga like you the baddest bitch (
  Ow!
  )
  OHB, that's outta here, bitch, I got some new freaks
  Porsche 911, sittin' pretty on them 
  new feet
  Too geeked, fucked for a hour, then let the crew skeet (
  Oh
  )
  Cosey got four on the way while I got two suites
  Black nigga in white linen with white women
  And I ain't trippin', I like women that 
  like women
  Ooh, baby, they all losers, we like winnin'
  If I kill the pussy, baby, that's a life sentence
  Greenlight, yeah, that's night vision (
  Woo!
  )
  Hi-Tech, yeah, I like sippin' (
  Woo!
  )
  Sold dope for them gold ropes, I like pitchin' (
  Woo!
  )
  Whippin' the block in four pots (
  Ah!
  ), this my kitchen
  Fuck with us (
  Oh
  )
  [Chorus: Chris Brown]
  We always fussin' and arguin' (Yeah), then we kiss and make up (Oh, no, no, no)
  And every time I go out with my homies (Yeah), I'ma have the party lit, goin' way up (Why)
  But why you actin' so surprised?
  I gave you my heart, girl, I put it right in front of you
  Told some lies
  Now we in the club (Yeah) tryna socialize [Verse 4: Kevin Gates, 
  Chris Brown
  ]
  Big buck, bitch teeth crooked, I ain't let her suck it (Uh-huh)
  And I ain't payin' for the Uber, never told her that I love her (Fuck out)
  Kick her out mad every night, she go and get her brother (Yeah)
  Locked up with the reds, you know I watched a nigga fuck her
  Dawg, I go hard, I am all of the above
  Shoulder playin' slingin' rods, I am all of the above (Bop-bop)
  I be solo in the game, I be whippin' up in Ranges
  Name's holdin' weight, kickin' fly conversation
  Took a plane when it came, I ain't doin' no complainin'
  He don't wanna front it, I'ma take it when I'm aimin' (Give it up)
  I move real cool, handle business like a gangster
  Like shoes on the 'Vette, that's a Lamb' to the jakes
  I be workin' out, wearin' slay ups doin' reps
  Like the bench press, killer stayin' in your chest (Boom-boom-boom)
  No one came in, flip it for another set
  Street certified, real nigga with respect (
  Ooh
  )
  [Chorus: Chris Brown]
  We always fussin' and arguin' (Fussin' and arguin'), then we kiss and make up
  And every time I go out with my homies, I'ma have the party lit, goin' way up (Ooh)
  But why you actin' so surprised?
  I gave you my heart (My heart), girl, I put it right in front of you (My heart)
  Told some lies
  Now we in the club (Ooh) tryna socialize