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Brick Fair Lyrics - Artist : ThouxanBanFauni
Ayy, Dil'
Molly, yeah, yeah, molly, yeah, yeah Molly, yeah, yeah, molly, yeah, yeah Molly, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Molly, X, Addy, Oxy (Woo) So lit I landscape property House was hit by hurricane Fauni (Ayy) Xan', lean, hit like Gene Gotti Got girls touchin' on bodies Got thrashed so good, it was gnarly Gotta carry me out with a dolly (Dolly) Call Bravo pop out Charlie (Pop) Right now I'm sorrounded by bad bitches, dollies, all these barbies (All these barbies) Wicked, twisted, gifted up my spirits (My spirit) Talkin' bout all my bitches (All these bitches) Jim just out here chillin' (Out here chillin') You think these hoes was missin' (They hittin') Get guap and you still don't get it (Don't get it) Then it's bustin', hittin', hittin' Hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin' Yo shit got rocks missin' You a bitch and a rat, you mini People I don't trust, it's many, many, many (Woo) Many, many, many, it's plenty, plenty, plenty (Ain't shit) If you bad ain't worth a dollar So high I just got taller (Won't bother) Hit her up, she unbothered Smash the bastard, she won't bother (Won't bother) Real bad (Real bad), and she know I could've just bought her (Bought her) Darth Vader (Darth Vader), spaced out, coolin' out with your daughter (With your daughter) She callin' me daddy father, go on, giddy up, saddle up on her (Giddy up) She really a organ donor (Donor), diggin' in the guts with a boner Molly, X, Addy, Oxy (Woo) So lit I landscape property House was hit by hurricane Fauni Xan', lean, hit like Gene Gotti (Yeah, oh yeah) Got girls touchin' on bodies (Oh yeah) Got thrashed so good, it was gnarly (Nah, for real) Gotta carry me out with a dolly (Dolly) Call Bravo pop out Charlie (Nah, for real) Right now I'm sorrounded by bad bitches, dollies, all these barbies (Barbies) Wicked, twisted, gifted up my spirits (Woo) Talkin' bout all my bitches (All these bitches, oh yeah) Jim just out here chillin' (Yeah, yeah) You think these hoes was missin' (They hittin') Get guap and you still don't get it (Nah, for real) Then it's bustin', hittin', hittin' Hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin' Yo shit got rocks missin' You a bitch and a rat, you mini |
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