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chris brown - section one hundred billion lyrics

[verse 1: hoodybaby]
i don’t know how to do this sh-t
i wake up and just do this sh-t
hoodybaby, i’m too legit
i’m the boss, i made hugo quit
i pull up in a 2 door whip
make you go sick
flip a brick, kick a brick
that judo sh-t
my n-gg-s is serious
you n-gg-s delirious
no stoppin’ us, period
i live at the dealership
angry, a n-gg- rich
we want the bigger fish
choppin’ ’til i chop with the mafia
ask in my section, we popular
popavich, we poppin’ shots

[verse 2: section boyz]
pull up with the ohb, i mean war
i mean war, big russ war
big russ wanna lick down your car
see me with the gang, better know that squad
[verse 3: young lo]
if these n-gg-s talkin’ reckless, see ’em on my necklace
100 round drum, n-gg-s gon’ respect us
mob ties, yeah i’m heavy with these accents
hit the uk, i’m mobbin’ with the section
out here ballin’ since a adolescent
i was 15 when i start finessin’
told a teacher f-ck her math lesson
i was juggin’ through the whole cl-ss session

[verse 4: section boyz]
trap money, i’m a trapper
my young boy was a rihanna
flash a blockia like a camera
slap slap, that’s the hammer
count grand to my nana’s
sucky sucky, from [?]

[verse 5: section boyz]
i ain’t endin’ a p-sser
p-ss up if i catch a brack, you go back up
get me down, i get back up
yo mi casa es su casa

[verse 6: section boyz]
6 man in the van, that’s gang in the pan
that’s maceroni and pasta
bring a n-gg- from a [?]
girl climb on, know you want a ladder

[verse 7: section boyz]
and keep climbin’
cause she a bad b-tch with her manner
i know a mad man with a dagger
that says, “f-ck feds and they camera”
trappin’, pick up a brick
rip it in bits, gone
i’m really livin’ this sh-t
pick up a stick
you could see smoke like a bong

[verse 8: section boyz]
peng peng, wanna get groovy
man i turn your girl to a groupie
go ratchet tings too bougie
with a big booty and b–bies
see the big tour man move bookies
old school, mad bros, no new gs
roll with a clip like the movies
man i kick man down like bruce lee

[verse 9]
i got all these b-tches, they [?]
they ain’t want me then but they want me now
got that killer swag, watch ’em mime my style
i done stacked up a milli from petty crime
got some new shoes off some new sh-t
this flow is like water need crew ships
my life is a movie, take your flick
it’s a foreign b-tch cause

[verse 10: famous fresh]
they know i’m flexin’
ohb and section
.40 for protection
hood stay connected
blue b-tches, we the 100 gang
couple jlos, i’m a money train
n-gg- been fresh, feds watchin;
diamonds dancin’ like a jabbawockee
your b-tch ride me like a kawasaki
it’s fresh, hoody, it’s [?]

- chris brown lyrics

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