Lyrics:
Killa House
Brick City
Style P.
When Funk Doc start takin' the drag
It's like who in the hell left this apron to lad
broken glass
I'm swinging
Got shorty goin' up in the truck while she ride my dick
Niggas want internet clout, tell 'em spin on his house
I don't really wanna talk 'bout shit
at yo bitch
When she left the house she
Left you with a kiss
You niggas a fool you wanna wife her
Cause she make you a dish
Damn I feel bad it's sad
knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, cuz I get respect I bet you
I'm even liked better by your neice and nephew
Now you hate
Brownin by me side a di road code
Tuff life yea we grow in a di poor house
Now di title say more Dan four house
Di world c song di chorus
Bye bye bye
I pray I don't fall
Percies numbing my anxiety now
Too much money, prolly buy a house
Burn a bridge
Tuck it on me so I tuck it in
Lock up on em with
Ball all the way to Wall St. fuck an advance
Oh ho check my dance
Bricks of cheddar in my pants
Plus I got that ratchet all out in traffic
My Patek
2 for the 3, yea un, un yea yea,
Un un , Blowing that drac a nigga got dipped,
20k on his head bouta buy me a brick,
Me and brah on your one a nigga
Say
Uhh
I been touching road ain't slept at my house in a minute
(Damn)
I been with the wife that's all you get so mind ya business
(Say)
Business
the pieces and rebuilt his house
Started to spread again by word of mouth
Brick after brick he slowly rebuilt
With ah point to prove another beat got killed
He
the deal
I got a hundred bricks, 14, 5 a piece
Enough to cop a 6, buy the house on the beach
Supply the peeps with Jeeps, brick apiece, capiche?
Everybody
like a drive-by
We could stack dough sky-high
Niggaz can't touch what they can't feel real recognize real
Crew love, Roc-A-Fella till we die
As long
On the same corner back in that old neighborhood
As I gazed at the houses, unchanged by the years
In my throat came a lump and my eyes filled with tears
I
And it goes, and it goes
And it goes a little something like this
Hit it!
Aaron's in the house
Come on
Get up get up
I want to make it bounce
And it goes, and it goes
And it goes a little something like this
Hit it!
Aaron's in the house
Come on
Get up get up
I want to make it bounce
at the governor ball
I'm baggin' eight balls
Spilled Perignon on my suede Kaws
I had to tell that bitch
"Don't touch my waves!"
Layin' by the pool, $3K for
just hard to start again this far along.
Brick by brick, the letting go,
As you walk away from everything you know
When you release resistance
with the ice, when the
(crrrck) it'll quick drop
Passed by the trap, that's wassam
You can get by! Retarded!
Stripper getting money by the ziplock
legs in the air
She want her hair pulled spank her derriere
We interrupted by a phone call
By Joe the player
That boy tell me he got big bricks for sale
Raised in the south like Grizzy One Fiddy
So I don't ever stray far from a nizzy
If I ain't in a trap house with a Pyrex
Then I'm at a girl's yard
We got bricks on bricks
It look like Giza man (Got them bricks)
Check my neck and wrist it
Hit like Frieza man (Hit like Frieza)
Fiendin' for a lick,
I dunno about stocks and shares but I know about blocks and stairs
I dunno bout crypto I know bout brick phones live with the shots in ere
Bad b
The houses on the hill that I live
They seem so sad
They used to seem so sad
The bricks and boards were off
Hardwood floors and
Shingled roofs above
100 pints in, 100 pints gone
Trampoline trap, jumping to the moon
I make that pack boom, I be done by noon
I make 50 racks, in like 2 days
Got my
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