Dexta Daps – Ashes Lyrics
Ashes Lyrics By Dexta Daps
Jamaica dancehall act, Dexta Daps is here with a brand new one titled “Ashes”, off his new album vent. Therefore, we drop the lyrics to the song below.
Ash Ash
She bun di hood like ashes
“Chuckle”
Haa haa
Ashes
She bun di hood like a ashes
Ash ash hmmm
She bun di boy to ashes haa
Say she naa gi him no crotches, done
None at all
Miggle a di night she a beg mi fi come over
Mi a move so fast mi get pull over aaawww
You know that I want…
You know that I want it
You know what you want
I got what you want
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
You know that I want…
You know that I want it
You know what you want
I got what you want
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
You know what I want
You know that I got it
I got what you want
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
You know that I want
You know what I need yeah
I got what you want
Need it
Ain’t no reason or way
She don’t want me leaving
Say she need me to stay
Running out of town, I stop
I’m freezing her face
Baby I’m the source
I got the keys to the safe, yeah
Overseas on a wave
She going let it blow just like the breeze by the lake
She going bust it open, ain’t no need for the ???
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah
She bun di boy to ashes oi hnnn
Say she naa gi him no crotches, no
(Say she naa gi him no crotches)
No, no no no
Miggle a di night she a beg mi fi come over
Mi a move so fast mi get pull over
(Pull over) Aaaahh ahhh ahhh
Bad gyal smooth like velvet, hmmm
Pv$$y wi make you love her endless, boi
Pv$$y you coulda smooth like Elvis
A me de pan her head like helmet
Last man weh she gi it was a prentice
Every Ex weh she ever have a Xes
Di man weh she married a beat her senseless
Ina fairness she love you but you careless
Kaa you make she bawl like she hairless
Haa haaaa
Gal ting, easy no make it complex, bow
Just walk with a bag a comtrex
Some man still kyaa ketch di concept, nooo
Lifestyle is large, no this ain’t no facade
Ice on my arm, sipping Dom Perignon
I ain’t in the talking, I’ll show what I want
I ain’t in the talking, I’ll show what I want
Lifestyle is large, no this ain’t no facade
Ice on my arm, sipping Dom Perignon
I ain’t in the talking, I’ll show what I want
I ain’t in the talking, I’ll show what I want