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lirik lagu chris brown - dash

[hook: section boyz]
lock it
rise and pop it
we shoot ’em shot
the flow, them cl-ssic
you see the flow, eh dog?
you have to pull it and dash it
any how she come south
she have to grip it and bash it
lock it
rise and pop it
we shoot ’em shot
the flow, them cl-ssic
you see the flow, eh dog?
you have to pull it and dash it
any how she come south
she have to grip it and bash it

[verse 1: chris brown]
look, light a spliff up
you know a n-gg- ain’t smokin’ it for the pictures
section boyz and breezy in vip
we gettin’ money and we ’bout to sn-tch your b-tches
go figure, ohb, ain’t no broke n-gg-s
i see her poppin’ them pills, i let her roll with us
she say she wanted to chill, i let her smoke with us
i put my d-ck in and feel like a f-ckin’ bow hit her
d-mn girl, i know your n-gg- mad
cause now i gotta buy a bigger bag
diamond rings and poppin’ tags
and you still gon’ cheat with your b-tch -ss, haha
they callin’ me crazy
you know a n-gg- really got some screws loose
yeah, but come try to lay
i got 100 killers on the other end of this bluetooth
[hook: section boyz]
lock it
rise and pop it
we shoot ’em shot
the flow, them cl-ssic
you see the flow, eh dog?
you have to pull it and dash it
any how she come south
she have to grip it and bash it

[verse 2: section boyz]
man mash then dash it
get cash, i stack and splash it
get brick on thick, i’ll smash it
bad b, she dash, not flash it
no e, she call me papi
early morning, i get trappy
dirty, that girl here trashy
can’t smoke with man she’s ashy
war time, move black, no khaki
them boy just foolin’ fasty
2 sharp, no them can’t style me
step in the club in my trackies
man put that girl in a taxi
she get down low on my lappy
foreign jawns when i grab weed
tell her run, make it snappy

[verse 3: section boyz]
reebok, cl-ssic
tracksuit with a package
sip low plus i’m at it
bang bang, make you back flip
jar jar full of herbs
bad b-tches and curves
swag surfin’, got the whip skrrtin’
section boyz, that’s the word
never see me with a dead ting
no, big spliff make your head spin
london boy in a london ting
man a act bad but they run from him
tracksuit, hat and a t, phone bling
run through pack onto a next ting
grip it, dash it
run up, clap it
gang gang gang on the water log ting

[verse 4: section boyz]
my ting, the maddest
ring ring, you have it?
stink brick in the attic
watch bro whip it in hannas
all my b-tches got manners
linky link, love the mandem
switch the sim at random
bling bling, man’s flashin’
where you comin’ from? hattons
your ting keeps attin’
kinda embarrasin’
that’s a p-ssy like a javelin
do it in the house i’m trappin’ in
like oh oh, when i’m mashin’ it
she from 4, 4, but she travellin’
and when i’m in the squad, what’s happenin’?

[verse 5: section boyz]
light it, ross it
if it’s acro, p-ss it
them man all soft, them targets
i’ll take a man’s pack, go home and laught it
off like a b-st-rd, man’s charged up
if you tryna see a n-gg-, man’s chargin’
f-ck a family tree
we got a family trees in man’s garden
i got grams of trees, but who’s askin’?
not a car but keys get me started
i put my palm on trees like i’m tarzan
man’s calm but try and harm my gs and you’ll starfish
body work, body work, body work
break a leg, roof smellin’ like armpits
little tooly tool, i’m still bossy
they talk the talk but man walk it

- lirik lagu chris brown

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