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Bad hoe comin' all over, nigga, I ain't talking treehouse
Rat nigga, her job bitch nigga, yeah
Now we in the trap house
How you comin' in
the fuck out the house
[Scarface (Jay-Z)]
I caught a northwest flight to NY, on the buddy pass
Sitting at the exit row, by the do'
(I got a hoopty from
There's a party in my honor, at my house tonight
A few of my ol' drinking buddies will be droppin' by
They'll come to celebrate my graduation
Stitch by stitch
Brick by brick
I rebuild myself
With the sticks
That you left in me
In my back
And you walk away
Not a scratch
I've been to this
Brick by brick
Breathing walls
It's your house to build
Yeah your house to build
Flesh and bones
Living stones
It's your house to build
Yeah your
Friday night tryna make it into the city
Breakneck speeds, passenger seat something pretty
Thinking back to how I got here in the first place
Second
Put a clique house on major
Me and Hot Boy that's major
Iphone 5 that's a pager
Wanna get in touch you gotta page me
Iphone 6 upgraded
Made a left took a bad route
Veering off the path throwing Stones in a glass house
Broke mouth talking silly
Had a trash mouth
Big boots back
Walking
We got all kinds of dope boys in this motherfucker
Whip it, make it
Brick it, weigh it
Flip it, take it
Money to play with
I Am Dope!
Whip it, make
. [Repeat: x2]
I`ll be your queen upon a throne in your house.
I`m coming home, I`m coming home to your house.
You can build it from bricks and stone,
plastic and brick and glass
Just give me granite and cast iron
I'll build a house
I'll build a house you can be proud of
I'll live in it, I'll die in it
cook with gas for the raw, so much glass on the floor
I got my bitch kitchen lookin' like I broke in (haha, ah)
Huh, yo, my bricks better than
Gentlemen, place your debts
Payment in full by future you
I think we can all agree
The ending is off to a great start
The present is soon
broke my heart
I picked up the pieces
That drifted apart
Now I've gotta
Keep things still standing
Don't throw bricks in these houses
I started
why
You the number one wet blanket
"you'll never believe me so why don't you find out for yourself
Then you'll see the glass hidden in the grass
heaven
Every song the same
Brick by brick, stone by stone
You can use this flesh and bone
Not with silver, not with gold
You will make this house your home
Autumn never seemed this cold before
Here I am sleeping on the floor
We changed just like the leaves
Outside my house
And my phone lay silent by
They're building up big houses
Back behind the school
Where we used to drink our beer on Friday nights
And pretend that we were lovers in your car
have the cash
Then I tried amphetamines
And my head was in a glass
Taped underneath the speedometer wires of my '48 Buick's dash
But I knew that
one more glass?
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Alone on a yacht
While the kids run amuck in the house
A bourbon and coke on a table of oak
As the boys lie awake in
siblings, hustling is business
Tustling niggas up, stomp 'em in Tims
I;ts me, my house
Sitting on plainsclothes
Bitch calm down
All I rock's Kangols
Six
of my life
And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever
Niggaz in my faction don't like askin' questions
Strictly, testing, coke measuring
Givin'
a big brick, tryna build a house
Tryna run my Mercedes out
Big grams in the granny couch
All of them killers won't make it out
I said all of them
a fucking drive-by
Riggety rolled on them slow in the Cadillac
Silkk behind the wheel, me and King in the pack
Master P in the passenger seat getting
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