Lyrics:
Ladies and gentlemen
It's time to test the spirit bomb
In the trap with the press (trap, trap)
Whip and flex (whip 'em)
Brick phone in my
it's only brick and stone
I love small towns and I love big crowds, I guess that's just how I roll
'Cause I'm surrounded by the people that I love
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
Quarter brick sold
Now it's back to dah house
Street lights on
Time nah bring nat choppa out
4:30 inna morning
Time nah kick them bitches out
6 O's by dah
picture (mwah)
Not every day the bitch see a million dollar nigga (well damn)
Hired killers with me now, I can't be a victim (pow, pow)
Choppa close by
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
told your shawty to watch her hands (watch yo hand)
I took that bitch to the Waffle House (Waffle House)
If her feet ugly I kick her out (kick her out)
you all what a brick do
Come and hop in the whip when I slide through (skrrt skrrt)
Trap house we done built us a drive through (drive through)
Got
dimensions
My Rubik's cube is your solar system
My Rubik's cube is the solar system
You and me, just you and me
We’ll build a new house
Brick by brick
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
the windows, but the house stood strong
You and me together, till death do us part
This is where we belong
Brick by brick we were falling in love
That little
don't talk to the cops
One of my niggas turn a half to a block
One of my niggas got bands by the box
One of my niggas got rich off bricks
One of my
There was a girl named Dorothy and a dog named TOTO
A storm came along and they were hit by a Tornado
The house started spinning and gave them both
brick (fool)
You get good pussy once and then start cuffin' it (fool)
I still been in my bag, I'm just on other shit (on other shit)
New gold BBS, look
the man
Built like a brick shit house
I wanna savour the punch
And feel the suck of the old school, yeah
When I was born I was flung like a fawn
Straight
tripple platnum (fuck)
You'd be a calm motherfucker if you add that up.
Can you back that up?
Yeah, but what for?
I got a big brick house with 2 gold
Enough to cop six, by the house on the beach
Supply the peeps with Jeeps
Brick a piece
Capiche?
Everybody gettin' cream
No one considered a leech
Think
how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in
The tidal destruction
The moral melee.
The elastic retreat
the block back
On my grind all the time
We building wealth on the climb
Keep in mind
Buy it brick by brick
Maintain same thang this my lick
Buy it house by
Young Jefe, holmes! (Zaytoven)
(That boy Cass)
When I walk out my house
I got my Glizzy on my hip (Bang)
Just in case a pussy nigga try to hit
in a brick (eeh)
Kick a bitch to the curb if she don't speak with manners (hee, hee)
My house sit alone behind gates by the manor (hee, hee)
My
New house, new whip
New clothes, new drip
Stay fly, take trips
Just grind, no tips
Don't cry, make hits
All net, no bricks
Fuck facts, just
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
the builder's tool
On this solid ground
As for this house, we will server the Lord
As for this house, we will server the Lord
How then do we live
But by grace
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