| I got bricks in my trunk
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| And I’m driving in my Porsche
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| I got bricks in my trunk
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| And I’m driving in my Porsche
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| Feds follow me everyday
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| But I’m still flipping bricks
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| Feds follow me everyday
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| But I’m still flipping bricks
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| I got bricks in my trunk
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| And I’m driving in my Porsche
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| I got bricks in my trunk
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| And I’m driving in my Porsche
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| Feds follow me everyday
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| But I’m still flipping bricks
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| Feds follow me everyday
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| But I’m still flipping bricks
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| I’m connected, I’m connected
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| Well respected in the hood
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| Every way that I go I get love from every hood
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| I got bricks on top of bricks
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| I got bricks up in my addy
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| Everybody that I’m serving
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| Is a fucking drug addict
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| I’m a boss motherfucker
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| But I ain’t no Rick Ross
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| If I kill your family member
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| Nigga, sorry for your loss
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| Twenty years all balling already
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| Got three children
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| And I spend ten thousand every month
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| On each one of my children
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| When I was young, nigga
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| I didn’t know my fucking dad
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| He’s a pussy motherfucker
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| He was
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| I’m a father figure to my children
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| Money on the ceiling
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| When they kill that nigga Stiches
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| I’m gon' leave 'em with my millions
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| I got bricks in my trunk
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| And I’m driving in my Porsche
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| I got bricks in my trunk
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| And I’m driving in my Porsche
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| Feds follow me everyday
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| But I’m still flipping bricks
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| Feds follow me everyday
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| But I’m still flipping bricks
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| I got bricks in my trunk
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| And I’m driving in my Porsche
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| I got bricks in my trunk
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| And I’m driving in my Porsche
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| Feds follow me everyday
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| But I’m still flipping bricks
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| Feds follow me everyday
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| But I’m still flipping bricks
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| The feds always follow me, they don’t give me my privacy
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| Niggas always snitching on me, niggas always telling on me
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| Feds watching, but I’m a service stay fly
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| Always gotta stay high
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| Fuck 'round, I pull a drive-by
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| I got choppers, I got Uzis
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| Bricks o' cocaine, I’m moving
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| Fuck with me boy, you losing
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| I kill you while you snoozing
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| I come creeping while you sleeping
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| They say that Stitches he’s a demon
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| Bitches swallow my semen
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| My dick got your girl pheening
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| I always been rude boy, I never been fake
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| Shoutout to El Chapo, that boy just a skate
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| I free all of my thugs, bruh
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| (Free all of my brothers)
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| Everybody makin' mistakes, yo
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| Everybody wanna eat a stake
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| Holla at me if you want a brick
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| I’ll front’em to ya, I don’t give a shit
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| I got bricks in my trunk
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| And I’m driving in my Porsche
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| I got bricks in my trunk
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| And I’m driving in my Porsche
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| Feds follow me everyday
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| But I’m still flipping bricks
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| Feds follow me everyday
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| But I’m still flipping bricks
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| I got bricks in my trunk
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| And I’m driving in my Porsche
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| I got bricks in my trunk
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| And I’m driving in my Porsche
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| Feds follow me everyday
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| But I’m still flipping bricks
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| Feds follow me everyday
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| But I’m still flipping bricks |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Still Flippin , by - Stitches. Song from the album For Drug Dealers Only, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп