Chris Brown - Dash lyrics

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Chris Brown - Dash lyrics

[Hook: Inch] Lock it Rise and pop it We shoot ’em shot The flow, them cla**ic 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 cla**ic 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***a ain’t smokin’ it for the pictures Section Boyz and Breezy in VIP We gettin’ money and we ’bout to snatch your b**hes Go figure, OHB, ain’t no broke n***as 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 dick in and feel like a f**in’ bow hit her Damn girl, I know your n***a mad Cause now I gotta buy a bigger bag Diamond rings and poppin’ tags And you still gon’ cheat with your b**h a**, haha They callin’ me crazy You know a n***a really got some screws loose Yeah, but come try to lay I got 100 k**ers on the other end of this Bluetooth [Hook: Inch] Lock it Rise and pop it We shoot ’em shot The flow, them cla**ic 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: Littlez] 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: Sleeks] Reebok, cla**ic Tracksuit with a package Sip low plus I’m at it Bang bang, make you back flip Jar jar full of herbs Bad b**hes 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 [Hook: Inch] Lock it Rise and pop it We shoot ’em shot The flow, them cla**ic 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 4: Swift] My ting, the maddest Ring ring, you have it? Stink brick in the attic Watch bro whip it in Hannas All my b**hes 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**y 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, pa** it Them man all soft, them targets I’ll take a man’s pack, go home and laught it Off like a ba*tard, man’s charged up If you tryna see a n***a, man’s chargin’ f** 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 [Hook: Inch] Lock it Rise and pop it We shoot ’em shot The flow, them cla**ic 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 cla**ic 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