Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bricks In The City, artist - J. Stalin. Date of issue: 04.05.2023
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bricks In The City |
| I could tell you 'bout this and you really wouldn’t believe it |
| All the dope a nigga sold, you really had to see it |
| Fresh off the porch, in the game, you had to be there |
| Suckers, they ain’t show up to the party, they know we there |
| Lot of choppers and F&Ns, we don’t play fair |
| Knock a nigga down, then go shoppin' up at Bayfair |
| Ayy, that’s a dead mall just like all of y’all |
| For any nigga who wanna play when it’s time to brawl |
| I sold it all, cocaine to the fentanyl |
| Had 'em speakin' on my name up at city hall |
| I sold it all, cocaine to the fentanyl |
| Had 'em speakin' on my name up at city hall |
| I bought a K and bananas, it came with it |
| I just got a shimmy that’s gon' bring back the whole city |
| Twenty bricks every block, nigga, holler if you with me |
| That’s the only way I know how to take care of the city |
| Twenty bricks every block, nigga, holler if you with me |
| That’s the only way I know how to take care of the city |
| Twenty bricks every block, nigga, holler if you with me |
| That’s the only way I know how to take care of the city |
| How the fuck you out to get me? Boy, I got the steppers with me |
| This chopper come from Houston, I’m down to let it sing like Whitney |
| I’m chasin' after chicken, I still be grindin' in my Dickies |
| I’m chasin' after chicken, I’ma still be thuggin' when I’m fifty |
| I’m bossin' up, I got the cheat code, can’t leave 'em crispy |
| I’m bossin' up like I got cheat codes to make these millies |
| He gamblin' with his life, I’ma reward him with a bullet |
| Draco holdin' fifty and I’ma fill it to the fullest |
| Always clutch the biggest guns even though I’m the smallest |
| Always keep a pistol tucked even though I’m the artist |
| Always clutch the biggest guns even though I’m the smallest |
| Always keep a pistol tucked even though I’m the artist |
| Twenty bricks every block, nigga, holler if you with me |
| That’s the only way I know how to take care of the city |
| Twenty bricks every block, nigga, holler if you with me |
| That’s the only way I know how to take care of the city |
| Twenty bricks every block, nigga, holler if you with me |
| That’s the only way I know how to take care of the city |
| Sittin' on a fire hydrant, lil' bitch, it’s the first |
| 'Cause them crazy West Oakland niggas snatch your purse |
| Yeah, they cursed and that curse is birth |
| Uh, and I spit it in every verse |
| On the corner chasin' chicken, if you scared, go to church |
| Harder than a golf ball, niggas softer than a Nerf |
| Fuck what them other niggas did, I was on the turf |
| Still drinkin' Kool-Aid, still doin' my dirt |
| Out robbin' every day, I need my money on the first |
| Big gangster, he can ride in a big hearse |
| Big dope house, bitch, I probably need a church |
| Know I charge money and niggas gon' die over this verse |
| If I shoot first, bitch niggas gon' die in a hearse |
| Huh? You hear me? know I charge money and niggas gon' die over this verse |
| If I shoot first, bitch niggas gon' die in a hearse |
| Stalin |