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boldy james & the alchemist - 3rd little piggy lyrics

[intro: boldy james]
now, all this time, the third pig had been very busy
he had collected bricks for his house, one by one
where we at?
bo jackson (blockworks)
uh+uh, uh
let’s get it (227)

[chorus: boldy james]
five birds in the spizzy, nine hundred a zip
wire turns in the bentley, double cup full of tricks (where we at?)
line a [serpent or mystic ?], double drum in the stick (yeah)
somethin’ like third little piggy, i’ma f+ck with them bricks (brickies)
slicin’ birds with the rizzy, cut a rug on the mix (ayy)
iceberg with the glizzy, hundred plus on my wrist (you know it)
wise words to my n+ggas who be dumpin’ them grits (uh+huh)
somethin’ like third little piggy, i’ma f+ck with them bricks (it’s blocks)

[verse 1: boldy james]
i’m so ghetto out in bali, rockin’ cold devil (yeah)
rose gold bezel on the presi’ like a rose petal (cha+ching)
picked brodie up from the station, everything on schedule (where we at?)
no pressure, satan want my soul but that’s sold separate (what else?)
told nephew, “all this sh+t gon’ get to you but don’t let it” (uh+uh)
“’cause what they didn’t tell you is them pistols come with four letters” (doo, doo, doo, doo)
can’t even blame him, man, his [father ?] ain’t even know better
the da recommended prison, no probation, no telly (uh+uh)
got no chilly to fight the case and he can’t in no sweater (he can’t)
bond set at a milli’, that ain’t makin’ it no better (i swear)
went from nicklin’ and dimin’ to gettin’ hit with bricks on consignment
now he known as the neighborhood wholesaler (got him in)
blow scaler, two cars tailin’ behind the low trailer (skrrt, skrrt)
caught a ticket around his neck, white gold+dweller (bling)
still on the belve’, stuffin’ russians with a whole seven (yeah)
told melly, low, hit me with ten chirps of that woah nelly (girlie)
[chorus: boldy james]
five birds in the spizzy, nine hundred a zip
wire turns in the bentley, double cup full of tricks (where we at?)
line a [serpent or mystic ?], double drum in the stick (yeah)
somethin’ like third little piggy, i’ma f+ck with them bricks (brickies)
slicin’ birds with the rizzy, cut a rug on the mix (ayy)
iceberg with the glizzy, hundred plus on my wrist (you know it)
wise words to my n+ggas who be dumpin’ them grits (uh+huh)
somethin’ like third little piggy, i’ma f+ck with them bricks (it’s blocks)

[verse 2: elcamino]
turned one into two, and now i’m activated (now i’m activated)
i get a rush from countin’ money, i ej+cul+ted (uh+huh)
uh, i’m married ball+runner [?]
calculate it, you way too established to ask for favors (real sh+t)
not only that; i’m way richer than my actually neighbors (f+cked up)
you better recognize this pimpin’, walkin’ past these playas (you better recognize)
roll a marathan og, strollin’ through la brea (strollin’)
it was another good day, ain’t have to pick my k up (ain’t have to pick my k up)
my phone on do+not+disturb, can’t let it f+ck my day up (can’t let it f+ck my day up)
my b+tch chillin’ on the couch, i just came to weigh up (i just came to weigh up)
she know if she wanna f+ck, she just gotta stay up (she just gotta stay up)
i got sixty to get off, ain’t no time to lay up (no time to lay up)
you enjoy the life you life, where you think it came from? (where you think it came from?)
how you think you in chanel? where that johnny dang from? (now show me that, huh?)
how you think the benz roof lift when the rain come? (skrrt, huh?)
how you think we pour ace of spade when the pain come? (when the pain come)
[chorus: boldy james]
five birds in the spizzy, nine hundred a zip
wire turns in the bentley, double cup full of tricks (where we at?)
line a [serpent or mystic ?], double drum in the stick (yeah)
somethin’ like third little piggy, i’ma f+ck with them bricks (brickies)
slicin’ birds with the rizzy, cut a rug on the mix (ayy)
iceberg with the glizzy, hundred plus on my wrist (you know it)
wise words to my n+ggas who be dumpin’ them grits (uh+huh)
somethin’ like third little piggy, i’ma f+ck with them bricks (it’s blocks)

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