Lyrics:
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,
Ain't gonna stop 'til that something's mine
Step up baby please and
Drop that somethin' somethin' on me
Clap your hands baby girl if you feel right
chest
Go ahead and prove somethin'
If not, stop frontin'
You niggas ain't hurtin' nothin'
Yo, if a hater trip
Go ahead and blaze his shit
Even young kids
got my backpack on
I'm gonna hear my favorite song
Eh, eh, eh, what's the scenario?
That boy keeps passin' me by
I said no diggity, no doubt
I thought
think he is Slick Rick or Dana Dane
Think he Rakim or somethin, look at his chain
Myself, from head to toe, I'm Dougie Fresh
Looking like I came
life
I’m tryna give u somethin proper break u off wit this dick
I be swervin round town like I’m paid off a mileage
She give me good brain like she
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ITS HARD TO MAKE SOMETHIN
somethin like fencin
Dangerous, it keep you in suspense
And you have to be cool, and plus have stamina
Cause if you don't, I'm gonna end up stabbin ya
In
like Fort Knox
Either from the rap shit or back
Down to the cut rock
And you can play a baller but deep
Inside you know you just an actor
Yeah, somethin
died,
Before all the dollars and nines, I knew that I was
Goin' somewhere, let me take you back in time,
Before I even got my ride
Before I had
on two-five
Or your big brother put you on like surprise
Hearing my hood described
So vivid you could see it by closing your eyes
Maybe it was the age
wouldn't prosper, nah
They wouldn't form i'm by the golf
I hit the middle and it's good and warm
I got them million dollar motives
I've been gettin' to it
I
can't even bend it
Lil beamer, guess who in it?
And free the hitter Rick
He got a life sentence
I'm Louis thousand, I'm all kinda fly i'm
And mind your
know
Tell me somethin' I don't know, I'ma stack it till it won't fold
Don't stop yet
Shit I can't stop yet
Live life up, no more regrets
If you leave me
of gettin' shut down
Tired of gettin' by
Made a fanbase, got their hands in the sky
I'mma make somethin' that they'll love
I'mma, I'mma make somethin' that
Got me tore up
Got me tore down
You got me feelin' like I got a
It's 3am
And and I lie awake
My body won't stop rockin'
There's somethin' goin
the gutter
Baby you know I'm boss
Want me a crib like rick ross
Sippin henny sippin voss
I'm protected by the cross
But i still got me some sticks
Incase a op
of Akon
Black diamonds, backpack rhymin'
Co-signed by Louis Vuitton (yep)
Horsepower, horsepower
All this Polo on, I got horsepower
Pound of this cost
Take his chains, shorty, leave your mans for me (can I trust you?)
Grab this cam, shorty, OnlyFans for me, uh
By a show of hands, who want a fatal?
by a fuckin demon bitch, you need some fuckin exercise
She a basket case so I call that hoe green day
A mean way, she pay, maybe we can indulge
satisfied, always wantin' somethin' better, yeah
He's sweatin', he's got to conquer, he's sweatin' by the hour
He's sweatin', he's got the taste, still
blow a bitch mind
I'm on drip set, make a bitch wet
We tote Kriss Vect's, you get hit, Flet flet
I got a bad bitch on a band, she pop that shit off just
all of the hurt and pain The page on rental,
Like I got hit by a train Somethin' is off in my brain,
I think I got issues, hate that I miss you Not
through (why not)
They doin' numbers, we'll do somethin' too (why not)
You can find me in the parking lot
By the car lot-where we spark a lot
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