Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bricks, artist - Carnage. Date of issue: 16.06.2014
Song language: English
Bricks |
| I know |
| You wanna go |
| I know-ow |
| You wanna go |
| Come on, we taking off |
| And I know you don’t wanna miss this plane |
| Started with 100 bricks |
| Now I sold out bitch |
| My mama says stay patient |
| Hunnid bands I ain’t waiting |
| I’m figgity figgity fucked up |
| Boy you got me fucked up |
| I’m figgity figgity fucked up |
| God damn you got me fucked up |
| Fill my cup up then you got me fucked up |
| Every ugly bitch in here, they looking bad as fuck |
| She popped a molly (OH!) Look at her tongue |
| The bitch that came with me said they want some |
| Just look at that, Forrest, look at that, Forrest, run! |
| Got pink in my cup, it’s not lookin' like just a Bubble Gum |
| I’m asking the bitch «what's her name?"she telling me Cinnamon |
| I want to put all my glaze on you like a Cinnabon |
| Lil' mama be looking so gorgeous |
| She ask me can I afford it |
| I told her bitch she got me fucked up |
| My Migos chain can pay her mortgage |
| 24k on my toilet |
| Pockets enormous calling me Norbit |
| Take it from Migos I’m making Tostitos, illegal, I might get deported |
| You niggas be trippin, you fucked up |
| If you thinkin' you gon' catch me slipping |
| (KLA! KLA! KLA!) |
| Leaving no witness, Grinch comin' through your chimney |
| I got the Bobby, the Britney, the Iggy |
| Sorry I ran out of Whitney |
| Yeah nigga, I’m making history |
| Before I die, you gon' remember me |
| She grindin' her teeth like she hungry |
| Poppin' the molly, she horny |
| She talkin' too much, she annoying |
| She giving out blowjobs, no employment |
| My diamonds anemic, she sneaking and geeking |
| She said she got a nigga, tell him she cheatin' |
| It’s been a whole weekend, so when are you leaving? |
| Just suck on the dick baby girl, don’t be teasing |
| My neck is so sick, somebody come and treat it |
| Migos in the building and we sold out arenas |
| Come get yo bitch 'out the session my nigga |
| She smokin' up all of the reefer |
| Leave my 2 liter, don’t do margaritas |
| This shit that we’re smokin' is louder than speakers |