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letra de started from the bottom (funk flex freestyle) - chris brown

[intro]
haha, that’s where we at?
okay, look

[verse]
black benz, european, give a f-ck about this paper
say your girl is a fan? now that b-tch up at my table
every day the same cycle, got the weed, got the liquor
got the swishas and these b-tches, we gon’ pull an all-nighter
doin’ this sh-t for v.a., 200 on the freeway
they blowin’ up my phone ’cause they tryna get a three-way
this sh-t lookin’ like a relay, she already chose
’cause there’s too many n-ggas with you, not enough hoes
godd-mnit, i know you can’t stand it, while i just command it
i do damage if she pull her panties down to the floor
she let me cut like i need a bandage, i’m a p-ssy bandit
if your n-gga trippin’ 40 on me, tell me when to go
i put 500 thousand on you, why you rent it for?
if that sh-t is yours, then what’s it tinted for?
throw that westside up with them lamborghini doors
and i step right up, i make it rain, i make it pour, ha
who a low life? n-gga, get it straight
all this ice, in your face
all this money, i don’t need to save
how you talkin’ money to a f-ckin’ bank?
now throw a couple bands on it
walk the plank, walk the plank, yeah, stand on it
that’s your b-tch? i’m sorry, she put her hands on it
i know you hate it, but you know you a fan, homie
okay, i love them asians, i love them red dots
she give me brain, what i call a head shot
them white girls say they love 2pac
it’s h-lla black b-tches all up on this white yacht
yeah, because it’s snapbacks and tattoos
girl, take them tights off, gon’ let that -ss loose
this a tax write off, you know i’m that dude
and my flow is eughhh like that pink thing on that baboon
sh-tted, my n-ggas with me ridin’ for my city
got virginia on my back, my autograph across her t-tty
pop that p-ssy like i pop a wheelie, ohb, i committed
on the d-ck actin’ silly, gon’ girl, get it, get it
f-ck bein’ low-key, i be on that loud pack
all this smoke up in the air, can’t see where the crowd at
thinkin’ you gon’ drink for free? b-tch, i can’t i allow that
real n-gga section, b-tch, you are around that, alright

- chris brown

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