Lyrics:
bricks, they ain't shot no pistol, niggas ain't on a song wit Twista.
Hey...
Cocaine,
Forget it by the quarter,
Bring it by the pound, straight
the rips in 'em
Gen 5 Glocks, extended clips
Shit'll get ignant
"Rio, why your pop look like that?"
It's a six in it don't be steppin' 'round my
Kitchen by
Courtside, Zion got 30, Bron got 50 (ah)
I better cook a brick in a jiffy (whip)
All we did was slang dope (all we did was slang dope)
Baby TEC, that's
a doughboy
All white Lam, coke boy
Most niggas don't know nothin'
A hundred thousand I can show 'em somethin'
I shot a nigga, put him on dialysis
Bricks comin'
My goodness, my gracious, shell told a beat us with the fat blue racist
Hand full of aces, trumped up dumb trunk white wall paces
Drink till you
Mr rogers huh
Fuck em up this time around homie
Hard on these motherfucking tracks
Let's get on em huh
Sitting on white bricks, wrapped in duct tape
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
running like a skit, boy
I'll push you on my skit, boy
On my wrist is a brick, boy
Coke empire, brick by brick, boy
Coke Boys off the rip, boy
Oh me, oh my
on you with
A chicken like Papa Shango big chain
Skeleton bones dangling while I'm mingling
Now let's watch a flick by John Singleton
(Rest in peace)
Uh
Powder on my clothes
Always in the kitchen with pots on the stove
By next summer I will have a Range Rover
My money, it grows and it grows and it
a bitch, not the wifey type
Help you get the right bricks, if the price is right
Catch you standing on the strip in the icy whites
Season of heirs, we in
the light of no dawn,
In the shape of our fate rides the flame of our end,
Brick by brick and mile by mile and bone by bone I climb high,
Hands are broken
If you don't know his name by now
He'll tell you what and tell you how
If you don't know his name by now
By now
Bye now
If you don't know my name by
metal records and leather bibles
More Anton LaVey than Saint Michael
More sherm in a Ford on bricks behind Midas
Fly with the pentagram pilot
Sabbath
off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
[Chorus]
I took my bitch to lennox mall I call it tricking off
50 bricks just crossed the state, I call it getting across
Gucci, rick ross
off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
drink that lean til I'm stuck
Fell by my hand, I need a glove
Diamond all white just like a dove
Got married to the money, I fell in love
Young nigga
"Man, shut the fuck up
Slow down, slow down, slow down
You see that brick house right there?
That's the nigga crib
When he come out just tighten his
"Man, shut the fuck up
Slow down, slow down, slow down
You see that brick house right there?
That's the nigga crib
When he come out just tighten his
(30, you a motherfuckin' fool, nigga)
Wop
My fault, white chalk on the sidewalk and it's my fault (and it's my)
Yeah, I was out on the side walk
you dealin' with
The number don't change, I know who the chemist is
Brick by brick, we kept open dealerships
Mitch by mitch, we built up our villages
tiempo me lo compré (Me gasté todo)
Despegué, yo ya despegué (Despegué)
El 2 y el 1 combinados
El ingenio trae él 3
En un año muy cebado donde todo lo
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