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conversations.value: Write me a song called Save the Drama with the following description: “Save the Drama” is a plucky guitar-driven track that sees Chris adopt a Jamaican Patois accent to sing about a feisty woman who has caught his attention, asking her to keep their encounter drama free. In his verse, he raps about his alcohol of choice, hitting licks with his gang, and his women. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: Kevin Gates]
  One, two, three
  Ain't no sense in standin' on up after the club
  We really not losin', bad women still choosin'
  Keep a million dollars worth of game in your ear
  I said Savignon, bill, and that shit that disappear
  Certainly not on me, was understood
  Can't explain it, the loudest language always been bad language
  Don't try to change (Chris!)
  [Verse 1: Chris Brown]
  Gunshots (Yeah), you lots (Yeah)
  Hennessy, I don't really like scotch (Ooh)
  At the 'Don when I'm talkin' to the Dutch
  And I'm ridin' with the pockets like, "Fam, you up?" (Yeah!)
  Dippers and the wait notes (Yeah!)
  Black mask, we just hit a lick
  Better keep your face down (Agh!)
  Huh, get loud when that kick sound (Bah!)
  If you miss it, don't come, uh (Ow!)
  No tops, no tops (Yeah)
  Go to collect, we in Paris when we shop
  You gotta give the man props
  Your girl love the man lots (Haha), fuck it
  I'm on that pussy like a rumpa (Yeah)
  If I tag a girl, she gotta have a bumper
  Oh, that pussy got that fire like a dragon (Yeah)
  And I know she got that wagon from her mama (Yeah) [Chorus: Chris Brown]
  Call it a homicide, how she do
  The guys and she make her mum jealous (Ow!)
  Make me terrified
  I can tell your skin 'cause you usin' your melanin (Oh!)
  Oh, no, no, no, no
  Light another blunt, then we gon' light up the floor
  Smokin' all that ganja, you can smell through the door
  Sex tape never, 'less she tell me record
  And I know where your head's at
  Got your attitude from your mother, oh
  And I'm the one who said that
  Just do me a favor and save the drama
  [Verse 2: Tracy T]
  Get the baddest bitch and treat her like the worst (Woah)
  Poppin' the Henny, trippin' if you fuck the pussy first (Woah)
  You gon' fuck or I'm gon' fuck or you gon' fall in love
  I was gettin' that one fuck, I'm fuckin' with the plug
  Bitches textin', I'm a dawg, she fetchin'
  Bitch, I'm on, no flexin', fucked a hundred of her besties
  Said that's just for that extra range shit to forget ya
  Bodies under my belt, just to make it official
  I forget the hit mission, never forget the pistol
  Diggin' all the way in her, killin' and leavin' victims
  I got trust issues, I might think you trippin'
  Really I be trippin', rollin' with loads of Smith & Wessons
  This the gang, bitch, you better catch it 'fore you be over-tested
  Rather pull up in a Bentley, used to pull up in Chevys
  On my counter, can't get enough
  On my counter, ten paper cuts
  Like countin', can't get enough, nigga [Chorus: Chris Brown]
  Call it a homicide, how she do
  The guys and she make her mum jealous (Ow!)
  Make me terrified
  I can tell your skin 'cause you usin' your melanin (Yeah!)
  Oh, no, no, no, no
  Light another blunt, then we gon' light up the floor
  Smokin' all that ganja, you can smell through the door
  Sex tape never, 'less she tell me record
  And I know where your head's at
  Got your attitude from your mother, oh
  And I'm the one who said that
  Just do me a favor and save the drama (Grab your!)
  [Verse 3: Kevin Gates]
  Likkle waist, gyal (Yeah!)
  Likkle waist, gyal (Yeah!)
  Lick di poom-poom
  Like di taste, gyal (Brah!)
  I done made love in the strangest places (Oh, Lord)
  I'm a real plug, move thangs on the daily
  Like di man in the morn', I be safe (Yeah!)
  Smoke di ganja, mi *coughs* every day (Ah)
  I'm a rider, she a rider
  Hold the Glock 9, right on sight her
  Hit the high notes like Mariah
  I done feel electric when the vibe is right
  I'm a drug, I'ma get you high tonight
  Fall in love with me, pussy mine tonight
  I could see you want me, pull you closely
  Sound on silent, ignore the phone ring
  Deep breath, hands on knees, just get it
  Real small waist, fat ass, lil' titties
  Email please, Gates don't do digits
  Mouth on bling, just spent two million
  Laid back, low-key, big lean sippin'
  S63 coupe, yee, I'm whippin'
  Heroin trap, back street, move chickens
  New boo thing on fleek, roof missin'
  Chris B hit me, dip through, kick it
  Straps on lap, big shit I give her
  Hat to the back, lot of tats, I'm chillin'
  Matter of fact, big racks, I get it
  Kevin Gates don't hang, bae, stop slippin'
  Bullshit make a real nigga lose interest [Chorus: Chris Brown]
  Oh, no, no, no, no
  Light another blunt, then we gon' light up the floor
  Smokin' all that ganja, you can smell through the door
  Sex tape never, 'less she tell me record
  And I know where your head's at
  Got your attitude from your mother, oh
  And I'm the one who said that
  Just do me a favor and save the drama