| Whole brick for a chain
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| 41, plain jane
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| The Rollies don’t tick, they just Swissing
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| My bitch used a foreign car from Switzerland
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| Been calling Pablo for three days
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| He probably out there with them Mexicans
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| My young niggas scratch with the Wesson
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| You playing, my nigga? |
| We
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| I run off with a whole brick
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| Left wrist worth a little more than a brick
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| A lot of these niggas, they ain’t never seen bricks
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| I hustle the fuck out these bricks
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| No niggas dare buy them bricks
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| Went to the fair, buy them bricks
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| Three thousand Benjamins a brick
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| Ain’t talking on phone 'bout them bricks
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| Call up Pe$o, he gon' do it for free
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| Trap out of hotels, they dirt cheap
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| I put the work on the concrete
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| Put my foot in the brick like I cook with my feet
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| I trap with the chopper, one deep
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| I trap out apartments and
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| Givenchy me, garden rosary
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| I pull up in a truck, I need a dolly
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| Fall season, they got powder like piling
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| from bricks, I got bricks piling
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| Four seals, I done drank a whole gallon
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| Fuck it, pussy nigga, catch me a body
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| Hundred in a chopper, call it Mazi
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| Walk with the blood on the bottom
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| I bust the bricks down into toddlers
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| I’ll sell you a four like the first Carter’s
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| Whole brick for a chain
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| 41, plain jane
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| The Rollies don’t tick, they just Swissing
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| My bitch used a foreign car from Switzerland
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| Been calling Pablo for three days
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| He probably out there with them Mexicans
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| My young niggas scratch with the Wesson
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| You playing, my nigga? |
| We
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| I run off with a whole brick
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| Left wrist worth a little more than a brick
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| A lot of these niggas, they ain’t never seen bricks
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| I hustle the fuck out these bricks
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| No niggas dare buy them bricks
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| Went to the fair, buy them bricks
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| Three thousand Benjamins a brick
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| Ain’t talking on phone 'bout them bricks
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| I’ma stay one headed in the trap
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| Send my young niggas straight up to your trap house
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| Still trapping out my mother’s house
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| Turn left on Ember Drive, Candler Road trap house
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| Move the in them things
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| Dope hole, went and bought us a chain
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| A hundred bands spent on them choppers
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| Young nigga, I don’t want no problems
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| My niggas, they thirsty 'bout dollars
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| They keeping them like those shotters
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| Thirty thousand spent all on the Rollie
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| My nigga be balling, Ginobili
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| «Stay down there», what mama told me
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| Now DrugRixh here holding
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| Having them hundreds, I’m straight out the trap out on Candler
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| The hot niggas coming, they head straight for that Ember
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| Whole brick for a chain
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| 41, plain jane
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| The Rollies don’t tick, they just Swissing
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| My bitch used a foreign car from Switzerland
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| Been calling Pablo for three days
|
| He probably out there with them Mexicans
|
| My young niggas scratch with the Wesson
|
| You playing, my nigga? |
| We
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| I run off with a whole brick
|
| Left wrist worth a little more than a brick
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| A lot of these niggas, they ain’t never seen bricks
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| I hustle the fuck out these bricks
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| No niggas dare buy them bricks
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| Went to the fair, buy them bricks
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| Three thousand Benjamins a brick
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| Ain’t talking on phone 'bout them bricks
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| I done stayed down so fucking long
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| Now I’m serving y’all niggas bricks
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| I’ll play them all and be the plug
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| And my Uncle Ted, that nigga snitched
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| I’m real, big homie, on Candler Road
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| All ten thousand my counter
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| I’ll take so much, I’ll remix so much
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| I’ll do this shit by random
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| I fire your ass just like a candle
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| I got twenty spots sitting on
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| I got little homies on the news channel
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| I got a four
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| I’ll jugg and finesse for a thirty
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| You know me, my name is old thirty
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| If you looking at what I’m serving you
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| You shopping with me 'cause they
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| Whole brick for a chain
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| 41, plain jane
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| The Rollies don’t tick, they just Swissing
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| My bitch used a foreign car from Switzerland
|
| Been calling Pablo for three days
|
| He probably out there with them Mexicans
|
| My young niggas scratch with the Wesson
|
| You playing, my nigga? |
| We
|
| I run off with a whole brick
|
| Left wrist worth a little more than a brick
|
| A lot of these niggas, they ain’t never seen bricks
|
| I hustle the fuck out these bricks
|
| No niggas dare buy them bricks
|
| Went to the fair, buy them bricks
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| Three thousand Benjamins a brick
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| Ain’t talking on phone 'bout them bricks |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bricks, artist - HoodRich Pablo Juan. Album song 1 5, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп