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It's A Brick Around Lyrics - Artist : Rio Da Yung OG
(Marc Boomin, this you?)
Aw shit, this shit on the floor What up, Loud Boy? Alright Had to call Loud Boy, now the crib jumpin' Goin' to the store for niggas with a chain on, you a rich flunky I'll never hug a rat bitch, 'cause they 'pits musty My stupid ass hit the bitch raw, now my dick funky Finna ramshack her off a Perc 30 and a zip of honey Talkin' 'bout I can't get the pussy, man, this bitch funny I just drunk a line raw, got my lips numbin' Five months ago, I hit her raw, she got a big stomach All twenty dollar bills, this a big hundred You say your brother really got a bag, go get a brick from him Bitch, I'm good in the hood from the D to Flint Change was eighty dollars and a cent, told 'em keep the shit Okay, you tryna get your money up, huh? I peeped the shit Last year I couldn't drive my car 'cause the heat wasn't fixed Now we ridin', slidin' on the opps outta Jeeps and shit Wake up out my sleep, shoot the Glock, I sleep with it I got a whole pint of Act', but I'm keepin' it Bitch take too long to come outside, then I'm leavin' her Invest 20K into her craft, I believe in her And she got some good pussy, I left skeet in her Hate a dirty pussy-ass bitch, when she pee, it hurt Try Da Yung OG and you're gonna be beneath the earth Took off Gucci in the Louis store and let 'em keep the shirt You could call me for a sixteen or if you need work And no, you can't send nothin' to my Cash App, it don't even work Caught my first body tryna learn how .223s work Before he had the AK, had an old M16 first I'll give you two-fifty for a line if it's clean syrup Oop, that's a lean burp I remember wearin' too little pants, ma, these jeans hurt Now I'm walkin' out of Saks Fifth in Celine shirts You can take off runnin', I'ma still hit you 'cause the beam work 'Fore I had a line on the Trish, it was green first I'll have it done the same day, how a fiend work I'll probably buy the pint of Wock', let me see first Damn, why you tryna take my spot? Let me eat first I just bought a 550, yeah, it's really mine Now we all come in foreign shit, we don't hemi drive Paid fifty racks for the Benz and I don't really drive Can't believe you think I went broke, you a silly guy Throw you a bird? Have you ever seen a chicken fly? I'm kinda slurrish, I forgot I just sipped a five I just punched a hole in the wall 'cause I spilled a line Had to tell my shooter calm down, he'll kill a child Fell in love with me after I dicked her down I done got the bitch pregnant, now I'm skippin' town If you see me chillin', nah, I'm makin' chicken, I don't sit around I know I rap, but if you still fuck with the work, It's a brick around |
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