Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brick Fair, artist - Thouxanbanfauni. Date of issue: 15.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Brick Fair |
| Ayy, Dil'\nMolly, yeah, yeah, molly, yeah, yeah\nMolly, yeah, yeah, molly, yeah, yeah\nMolly, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nMolly, X, Addy, Oxy (Woo)\nSo lit I landscape property\nHouse was hit by hurricane Fauni (Ayy)\nXan', lean, hit like Gene Gotti\nGot girls touchin' on bodies\nGot thrashed so good, it was gnarly\nGotta carry me out with a dolly (Dolly)\nCall Bravo pop out Charlie (Pop)\nRight now I’m sorrounded by bad bitches, dollies, all these barbies (All these\nbarbies)\nWicked, twisted, gifted up my spirits (My spirit)\nTalkin' bout all my bitches (All these bitches)\nJim just out here chillin' (Out here chillin')\nYou think these hoes was missin' (They hittin')\nGet guap and you still don’t get it (Don't get it)\nThen it’s bustin', hittin', hittin'\nHittin', hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin'\nYo shit got rocks missin'\nYou a bitch and a rat, you mini\nPeople I don’t trust, it’s many, many, many (Woo)\nMany, many, many, it’s plenty, plenty, plenty (Ain't shit)\nIf you bad ain’t worth a dollar\nSo high I just got taller (Won't bother)\nHit her up, she unbothered\nSmash the bastard, she won’t bother (Won't bother)\nReal bad (Real bad), and she know I could’ve just bought her (Bought her)\nDarth Vader (Darth Vader), spaced out, coolin' out with your daughter (With\nyour daughter)\nShe callin' me daddy father, go on, giddy up, saddle up on her (Giddy up)\nShe really a organ donor (Donor), diggin' in the guts with a boner\nMolly, X, Addy, Oxy (Woo)\nSo lit I landscape property\nHouse was hit by hurricane Fauni\nXan', lean, hit like Gene Gotti (Yeah, oh yeah)\nGot girls touchin' on bodies (Oh yeah)\nGot thrashed so good, it was gnarly (Nah, for real)\nGotta carry me out with a dolly (Dolly)\nCall Bravo pop out Charlie (Nah, for real)\nRight now I’m surrounded by bad bitches, dollies, all these barbies (Barbies)\nWicked, twisted, gifted up my spirits (Woo)\nTalkin' bout all my bitches (All these bitches, oh yeah)\nJim just out here chillin' (Yeah, yeah)\nYou think these hoes was missin' (They hittin')\nGet guap and you still don’t get it (Nah, for real)\nThen it’s bustin', hittin', hittin'\nHittin', hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin'\nYo shit got rocks missin'\nYou a bitch and a rat, you mini |