Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 10 Bricks , by - French Montana. Release date: 27.09.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
10 Bricks |
| Ill slow it down for em you know? |
| Sometimes they say you gotta laugh |
| You might laugh to cry out |
| Oh man, when you get time to relax? |
| That’s the question, know what Im sayin'? |
| Homie I just lost my only paper, back to square one |
| Feel like misery is my only neighbor |
| They say God protect us, I dunno why I feel safer with a burner |
| Gettin high got me locked up in the prison |
| Smellin' like last night, why people sellin' their soul for the fast life? |
| No nobody loves it, and they tell us go fight for the flag, but don’t fight for |
| them colors |
| Watch some television, have you baptist and your brain washed |
| What to wear, where to live, what to do when a friend is a friend with a motive |
| em |
| Broke plans have a nigga down feelin hopeless |
| Hopin' I can make mills 'fore I lay on my back |
| On the block where a million niggas flippin' packs |
| Grabbin my leg, feel like crabs in the bucket cant get ahead |
| Cause either niggas waitin' on ya or they hatin' on ya |
| Tell em I aint fallin off never |
| Bitch I say but they dont want it |
| I put some money on it, coldest motherfucker ever |
| Cause either you a made man or your game plan changed |
| Tryna make that kind of money that dont exchange hands |
| You the pimp type or you hoe’n out |
| Motherfuckers know exactly what I’m talkin' bout |
| Too much goin' on to think about |
| Old school Camero like the new ones never dropped |
| Bitch wavin' while Im swingin' but I cant stop |
| Like that green, bitch we always got that green light, which you mean? |
| Taco where I please, hoe be like «dont leave» |
| But baby Im in the breeze |
| Money dont grow on em, but I for sure smoke on em |
| Cadillac with the rits with the true spokes on em |
| Labs whatever you want, we have |
| Flingin' like the rock fire by David and Goliath |
| Word rhymin' Heisman, Joe Namath with my fur coat sidelinin' |
| I bought Rolex watches for all of my offensive linemen |
| Because its time to make it happen, audio dope boy magic |
| Burnin' through the plastic, touchdown passes |
| Flickin' fleas off like ashes |
| Niggas actin funny on the daily, spare me |
| I be in different motions sincerely |
| Not a fuck given in my body, sorry |
| Try to hit me with that old school game, Atari |
| Leave like Lawrys nigga saucy as siht |
| You know the type back bite, but when they see you straight hop on your dick |
| I’m like are these niggas stupid or naw? |
| Rhetorical question as I puff on my 'gar |
| Aint heard from my homie in weeks he in the hole |
| But I get that unavailable call I already know |
| As soon as a nigga press 5, he hit me with a riiiight |
| I be hyped daddy keepin' spirits alive |
| Said he heard me on the radio the whole building was live |
| He like «I wont see daylight soon» |
| But as long as you shinin' bro I’ll be cool |