Five people, reportedly from DrakeвЂ™s entourage, approached them and said, вЂњWhatвЂ™s your problem with Drake?вЂќ They then peeled off their shirts, witnesses told the police, as if preparing for a fight. Brown, his girlfriend and his security guard were leaving the club. Browne, the chief spokesman for the Police Department, said the fight started as Mr. вЂњClearly this was orchestrated by Drake.вЂќ There was no bottle of Champagne sent over,вЂќ Mr. Geragos said, was вЂњthe victimвЂќ in this case. Geragos also denied reports that Drake had sent Mr. Brown never sent a bottle of Champagne to Drake. вЂњThey just started throwing bottles back and forth.вЂќД«ut Mark Geragos, Mr. вЂњIt just spattered on his head,вЂќ she said. Brown when his bodyguard, Big Pat, stepped in. Three bottles from DrakeвЂ™s entourage sailed back, she said, and a fourth bottle was heading straight for Mr. BrownвЂ™s table into the center of the crowd. BrownвЂ™s table, she said, and then a bottle was suddenly lobbed from Mr. Brown ask a waitress to send a bottle of Champagne to Drake, and then saw the waitress quickly return with the bottle in hand, to Mr. Several witnesses said the only bangs came from bottles smashing as they hit the floor.ДЄccounts differ over how the brawl started. The police were investigating witness reports of a gunshot, though a club insider said there was no evidence of gunfire. A tourist from Australia who found herself in one bottleвЂ™s flight path ended up with 16 stitches in her scalp. BrownвЂ™s bodyguardвЂ™s head was sliced open, necessitating at least 20 stitches, according to Mr. BrownвЂ™s chin was gashed, his girlfriend, Karrueche Tran, suffered a concussion, and Mr. in SoHo in the predawn hours on Thursday.ДЄt least five people were hurt. Brown, Drake and their respective entourages at Club W.i.P. On Friday, the police were still investigating the fracas that broke out among Mr. But this weekвЂ™s altercation involving the R&B crooner Chris Brown and the rap artist Drake stands apart in the weapons of choice: it did not, by most accounts, involve guns or knives, but rather airborne cubes of ice, cocktail glasses and high-priced bottles of liquor. I was like, вЂњDamn.вЂќ ItвЂ™s crazy.The melee bore the marks of storied New York nightclub brawls of yore: star rappers were involved, egos were bruised and revelers got bloodied. They hit me and they were like, yeah, you got one of Chris BrownвЂ™s singles and then when I got the paperwork, I was like, whoa, вЂcause it had all the peopleвЂ™s names on it. I had no idea about the other features until I got the paperwork. After we sent him the beat, he sang over that pluck, which I feel like gave it a even stronger melody, definitely sticks in everybodyвЂ™s head when they hear it.

I sent him so many different types of beats, I just wouldвЂ™ve never guessed it was gonna be this one. Out of all the beats I sent him, I just didnвЂ™t think this would be the one.

Then he hit me the next day and was like, вЂњYo, Chris Brown got on like seven out of the 10 beats you sent me.вЂќ I was like, вЂњWhoa, thatвЂ™s crazy.вЂќ So, we work a lot so we were workin' on his tape, and then he was like, вЂњIвЂ™m about to go to the studio with Brown, send me some beats.вЂќ So I sent him some beats, and I didnвЂ™t know if anything was gonna come from it. I was makin' music with one of Chris BrownвЂ™s homies, his name is Bobby Love. Wet, wet, wet, wet (Yeah) Wet, wet, wet, wet (I-I-I, I am) Wet, wet, wet, wet Wet, wet, oh-oh baby I'm a king, baby You from the hood but you a queen, baby Ass fat, it can't even fit in them jeans, baby Matchin' Wraith with the stars, baby I'm a street nigga, I'm supposed to really be behind bars, baby Really wanna be faithful but this shit hard, baby Yup, I got the pussy first and then I ignored you (Ignored you) You fucked another nigga, you ain't loyal (Loyal) I told you bring a friend, this shit gettin' borin' (Borin') She asked me what we are, we just cordial I'm a gangsta I can make a wet, wet turn into a pool (Splash) She help me count the money in the trap then she go back to school (School, school, school) If a nigga ever play with bae, shit it's breaking news (Pow) She got 50 pointers on her neck, Pateks that's matchin' jewels Wet, wet, wet, wet Wet, wet, wet, wet (Ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy) Wet, wet, wet, wet (Ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy) Wet, wet, oh oh baby (Ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy) Oh-oh baby (Ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy)

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