Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bricksquad, artist - Waka Flocka Flame. Date of issue: 30.09.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bricksquad |
| I said my necklace iced out, my left wrist iced out |
| Waka Flocka Flame, stay out my lane because I’m thugged out |
| Niggas getting drugged out, you know what my clique 'bout |
| Hit him wit a bottle, stomp his motherfucking lights out |
| Hands on deck, make a nigga pull a tool out |
| Balling this year, I ain’t gon' stop until I foul out |
| Wild out, wild out, Gudda Gudda wild out |
| Wild out, wild out, Waka Flocka wild out |
| Young Money, Bricksquad |
| Young Money, Bricksquad |
| Young Money, Young Money, Young Money, Bricksquad |
| Young Money, Bricksquad |
| Young Money, Bricksquad |
| Bricksquad, Bricksquad, Bricksquad, Bricksquad |
| Young Money, Bricksquad |
| Young Money, Bricksquad |
| Young Money, Young Money, Young Money, Bricksquad |
| Young Money, Bricksquad |
| Young Money, Bricksquad |
| Bricksquad, Bricksquad, Bricksquad, Bricksquad |
| Flocka, Waka, Flocka, Waka, yeah |
| Get jumped in the club |
| Gudda, Waka Flocka, hey |
| Gudda, Waka Flocka, hey |
| Gudda, Waka Flocka, hey |
| Gudda, Waka Flocka, hey |
| For the cash, I’ll wrap a nigga’s ass up |
| Run up in his house Jim Carrey-style, masked up |
| We the new Wu-Tang, the new No Limit |
| The new N.W.A., what’s up, Snoop and Dre? |
| Can’t forget Eazy-E, ice cubes on my neck |
| Fozzie screaming, «Waka waka», bitch, I got that check |
| I don’t need no flex, but I got to ball |
| Money Yao Ming, yes, it’s that tall |
| But I’m gutta, gutta, what’s up, Gudda Gudda? |
| I got rotten apple blood in my veins |
| I reversed the slave route, it’s from up north to down south |
| No more mean mugs at my shows, throwing green love |
| Green flags, green love, su woo to the P’s, blood |
| Young Money, Bricksquad |
| Young Money, Bricksquad |
| Young Money, Young Money, Young Money, Bricksquad |
| Young Money, Bricksquad |
| Young Money, Bricksquad |
| Bricksquad, Bricksquad, Bricksquad, Bricksquad |
| Young Money, Bricksquad |
| Young Money, Bricksquad |
| Young Money, Young Money, Young Money, Bricksquad |
| Young Money, Bricksquad |
| Young Money, Bricksquad |
| Bricksquad, Bricksquad, Bricksquad, Bricksquad |
| Young Money, nigga, I’ma rep to the death |
| You can see the YM tatted on my neck |
| All my niggas wild, choppers on deck |
| Stomp a nigga out, demand I respect |
| Me and Waka Flocka got the hand on the Tec |
| And it’s cash on delivery, so hand me my check |
| Nigga, I don’t talk much, but when I do, bitch, pay me |
| Big money heavyweight, you can ask Baby |
| Birdman schooled me, Wayne told me do me |
| And stack big paper up, no need for loose leaf |
| My rubberband stacks can’t fold into knots |
| I decapitate the top with two hoes in the drop |
| I’m counting up the money till my hands get blisters |
| Told my bitch to come help me, we can count it up quicker, nigga |
| Real nigga music, they talking, we do’s it |
| Free my nigga Weezy and free my nigga Gucci |
| Young Money |
| Bricksquad |
| Young Money, Bricksquad |
| Young Money, Young Money, Young Money, Bricksquad |
| Young Money, Bricksquad |
| Young Money, Bricksquad |
| Bricksquad, Bricksquad, Bricksquad, Bricksquad |
| Young Money, Bricksquad |
| Young Money, Bricksquad |
| Young Money, Young Money, Young Money, Bricksquad |
| Young Money, Bricksquad |
| Young Money, Bricksquad |
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