Lyrics:
alright and get it gone
Ooh-ooh-ooh, time for a Cig Race
Ooh-ooh-ooh, time now for Cig Race
Hey! Hey! Bricklayer everyday now!
Hey! Wait! Bricklayer's
Bricklayer
Bricklayer
Everday for the hustle
One day for the hustler
I have been in the game since years back ina gini ne kamar bricklayer
love on the ocean's floor
And she whispered
Divers do it deeper
Jockeys do it shorter
Bricklayers always make it just a little bit stronger
I knew an old bricklayer
He gave me a code
He said don't worry
When You travel this road
Keep moving keep searching
And whatever comes around
Drink
You don't really wanna know who I is my nigga
Castrate a nigga if he fucks with me my nigga
My nigga selling off these bricks bricklayer
My nigga's
no no how we dey grow
Body dem watin we go eat before the road
Body dem normal things for streets turn gold
Normal 1k no b 1k so how bricklayer wan
eat
See, I'm like a, I'm a hunter-gatherer, see, I kill what I eat
See, I'm a steelworker, I kill what I eat
See, I'm, I'm a bricklayer, I kill what
Yeah
Huncho, Huncho, yeah
Yeah, I'm a bricklayer
Yeah, whoa, whoa
Yeah, yeah
Believe me, I'm a bricklayer (whoa)
I leave my house, yeah I
bricklayer {happiness that brings joyful tears, like a person called: one alfa bricklayer}
Kurani ti alfa yi nka nikoro, ti alfa yi ose lona karimi {the man
well known bricklayer's labourer from Pilton,
Mr Jack McMarker- and perhaps we just have time to devastate your synaesthesia
With one more searing
complaining when you here him saying
He's a doctor - not an escalator
He's a doctor - not a bricklayer
He's a doctor - not a shuttle-conductor
And everybody
drained them out
This midnight, we're told to sit tight, but I'm running out
You take my trembling hands
With my bricklayer heart, you make your
bricklayers bricklayers Naysayers naysayers
Fucking goons
My neggas storm the summer
Like a monsoon monsoon
You be cocooned my
Neggaz fly living war stories
lajeseku kola wa lekun
Masewa latupaTo ntanna faraye ri
Tidie sokunkun, to ntannna faraye ri
Bee opo bricklayer lon bawon kole nla
Oun tofi nyangan tonso
Bricklayer for be
The richest man
In the world
If na to work hard
Bricklayer for be
The richest man
In the world
Chai
Them tell me say
Make i work hard
Say if
from a lover, my girl was jealous of her
Then she started messin with some major players
Handled keys, niggas called them the Bricklayers
A dread kid,
Now, if I was a bricklayer
I wouldn't build just anything
And if I was a ball player
I wouldn't play no second string
And if I were some jewelry,
Now, if I was a bricklayer
I wouldn't build just anything
And if I was a ball player
I wouldn't play no second string
And if I were some jewelry,
girl was jealous of her
Then she started messin' with some major players
Handled keys, niggas called them the Bricklayers
A dread kid, had a baby
eyes open, hoping they don't trip
Ya hear the echoes blocks away
Type of bricklayers that hear shots today
And give your blocks away
Run up on papi
you sells, that chance come
I take mine i ball hard, you bench ride
So fuck you and yo' baseline
No Soundscan for a bricklayer, square nigga
You a brick
open, hoping they don't trip
Ya hear the echoes blocks away
Type of bricklayers that hear shots today
And give your blocks away
Run up on papi
Hey,
an outta work bricklayer,part-time conga player
Brought along a set of LP's
Don't do a lot of talkin',let my fingers do the walkin'
And I play just as pretty
alls schoolboy chuckles and petroleum jelly.
The overalls of bricklayers on a Saturday night.
The suits of glum professionals with midweek blight.
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