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brix - who dat chick?! lyrics

yeah yeah uhh what
they don’t know who that chick is, it’s brix

[verse 1: brix]
act like you ain’t heard of brix, heard the hits
laugh that i’m g-ssed that i burn the spit
earned a whip, steady pulli’n sticks when i learn to grip
drinkin’ by the fifth when i learn to sip, word
i’m sick, got to keep it gutter got to keep it grit
ready with the 44 lay your cl!ck, now who dat chick?!
thick in the thighs with the curvy hips
stick it to the guys, all these girls be p-ssed
half ‘yall b-tches want to l!ck the cl-t
going down on a chick when she sip the crys (ain’t that some sh-t)
sorry for the chicks but i’m strick to d-ck
but she can play the ho and i can play the pimp
anything for dough, i got to pay the rent or
i’ll have your man do that. you a ho cause the world done
ran through that. put your -ss on the ave…
now i can do that. beast in the streets, got to handle that
you’re man in the club like “d-mn, who dat?”
i got scandal that i got to hustle that
think ya iller b-tch, i got to muscle that
crush ya flat, yeah i must do that like
b-tch bra-rap when i bust the gat
now what you know about that

b.r.i to the x
bang hard. my squad main threats
first lady, spit fire
crimebridge baby, reppin the empire

break the bank – who dat chick?!
drop the top – who dat chick?!
slow your roll – who dat chick?!
brix what – who dat chick?!
we gonna buy the bar – who dat chick?!
shorty hot to death – who dat chick?!
keep it dirty east – who dat chick?!
know the hood i rep – who dat chick?!
repeat x2

[verse 2: brix]
now honey gonna slow your roll, 4 to the dome
now you’re sho to fold. keep it b-tter sl!ck with the
toast i hold, and now you go for gold and i’ma go for plat
need the record sales and the ice to match
chrome on dubbs and the gat to match
money at the bank and the stash to match (what you know about that)
every hustle know they game, every baller know my name
be sure to holla, fame to follow, followed by the dollars (mayne)
money ain’t athing to me. had these hoes all slippery
mad cause you ain’t sticking me
even madder that your b-tches want a l!ck of me!

b.r.i to the x
bang hard. my squad main threats
first lady, spit fire
crimebridge baby, reppin the empire

- brix lyrics

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