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(Go) Bricks stacked up in a high pile G-4 flying, No Sky-miles |
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Get it, whip it, give it to whoever in the city |
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Hard, Soft, Girl, Boy Decisions, Decisions |
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All I can do is in-vision all this dough I been gettin' |
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And just a day back a quarter key was the mission |
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And now I'm weighing fish scale on a big scale |
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Hopin' I can invade the law and stay outta jail |
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My relative gave me work, I made it disappear |
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Like Harry Potter got that chopper in the window |
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seal My cousin wanna a brick |
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Listen here you better bring my money back quick |
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And he replied like this |
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[Hook: T.I. & Yung Booke] |
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Man, I can't even fit this money in a rubberband |
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Right hand get tied I just whip it wit my other hand |
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If I can't make that brick Bitch I bet my brother can |
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Off in my trap junkies bitin' like piranha man |
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And if they ask we got the whip game proper |
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If the brick game droppa |
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Make 'em disappear we just call it Harry Potter |
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Got the whip game proper |
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My clique aim choppers |
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Make 'em disappear we just call it Harry Potter, man |
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[Verse 2 - Yung Booke] |
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(Flya) Straight drop, got Jays playing Sideline Telvin |
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Young boys got them racks in the sideline clutchin' |
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G's on ya head now you a fan of the packers |
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We stiffer than a statue, We seprano style |
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Phone ringing, Its about to have a ticket calling |
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Get off of work, we all gone be joined in pimpin' ballin' |
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Yeah, cause I'mma whip it til it lock |
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Set it out |
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and to |
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to the block I'm motivated by big faces, I need guack |
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My only friends is God Almighty and snake cock |
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Some of my niggas hustlin' and the other got |
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knocked Many quit the game and the other was in the box |
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FLYA |
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[Verse 3 - Spodee] |
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UGH You try me you disappear, we call it Harry Potter |
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Just gotta ho, I tell her come sit on this Terry |
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Carter I get my bitches like a bird I'm for the swan though |
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And I be fresh everyday, Bitch I'm non-spoke |
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I mix the coke with the water like I'm chemist |
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I'm smoking until I'm finished |
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I'm focused and independent You locals is my apprentice |
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Ugh, A lot of haters want my campaign to end |
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I fucked a nigga bitch and I champagned her |
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friend And I just acquired another a fan, I'm truly swag |
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If yo boyfriend get wrong, I'mma shoot his ass |
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I'mma young boss playa, make a thick game holla |
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If this rap shit fall, I got my whip game proper, Spodee |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 4 - Darius F.] |
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(Yeah) Black magic for you whack faggots |
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Y'all niggas trash and its tragic |
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Look, I got what you lacking, I'm full blood attacking |
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With all this money I'm stacking, I'm on another track and |
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If you ready for me, I'mma get it cracking |
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I'mma send ya ass packing |
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Jamaican Magician |
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I got the power! Y'all keep wishing |
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Fuck with me wrong and I leave ya missing |
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Forgive me Jah for I am sinning |
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Undefeated and I'mma keep winning |
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Some much money like I won the lotto |
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Keep it just in case like rocko |
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The greatest artist, they should call me Picasso |
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Make you disappear like Harry Potter cause I always keep my auto |
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My fist will leave you red and my Glock will leave you dead |
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No choice but to follow |
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I'm all about my bread, and I ain't frontin' I meant what I said |
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No I wasn't playing, Y'all killed Dolla so I don't care who I'm slaying |
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You can keep hatin' while I'm Bill Gatin' |
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Hope you understand what I'm saying |
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[Verse 5 - Rich Kid Shawty] |
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You gotta whip it with ya shoulda if you tryna get that rover |
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But that photo panamera probably be a lil' collet, yeah |
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The trap hop, skip, jumpin' |
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Gas, no air, I got my ma fuckers pumpin' |
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Bricks, no rocks that's the ma fucking fuck shit |
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And if you try to rob I make ya head do the |
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Finger licking delicious, check it lil' nigga got brickes |
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6 like |
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for niggas |
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I rock the leather coat like a ma fucking Italian |
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Dookie Gold Rope like the ma fucking medallion |
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Bird flappin' It's the home of the falcons |
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They got me in the middle of the trap like Malcolm |
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Whip transforming like the yellow camaro |
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Blockin' the skellos smokin the rellos |