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curly savv x dah dah – bricks on the road lyrics

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[chorus: curly savv]
i whip and i flip and it’s sold
i put the bricks on the road
i call up the plug for a o
i get to the money they know
i whip and i flip and it’s sold
i put the bricks on the road
i call up the plug for a o
i get to the money they know

[verse 1: curly savv]
diamonds from cuba
dope from l.a.,
i’m steady flexing
the crib on a lake
she give me top
while i’m eating a steak
don’t need a hug
make her give me my sp-ce
top of the game
i’m alone
hop on the court
dribble the ball
shooting a three
then i’m gone
look at the score
we got it all
you do not know what i did for this sh-t
used to sleep on the floor with the bugs and the sh-t
most of these n-ggas bumping this sh-t
don’t make a move when i’m toting a grip
i show no love for the ops
i whip and i flip on the block
no check when i run from the cops
blow back and i call in a swap

[verse 2: dah dah]
lil n-gga, don’t be a fool
toting uzis got me on my ps and qs
run up on ’em
ima make a move
call him abc
cause he made the news
when he holding d
don’t know what to do
if the tank on e
ima hop out
and i don’t give a f if the cops out
i’m a g, cause i tote with the glock out
[?]
my n-ggas all strapped
and my sh-t still flow
packs still coming
and this sh-t stay strong
and the work still move
i just gotta say go
shawty wanna f-ck
n-gga i can say, “no”
trap still jumping
putting bricks on the road
i whip but i flip and i ship to the store
i get to the dough
n-gga you know

[chorus: curly savv]
i whip and i flip and it’s sold
i put the bricks on the road
i call up the plug for a o
i get to the money they know
i whip and i flip and it’s sold
i put the bricks on the road
i call up the plug for a o
i get to the money they know

[verse 3: dah dah]
no, i don’t got a record deal
i’m too busy running from the cops
playing with my life
i gotta stop
i be calling drama with the ops
head f-cked up
i smoke a lot
momma always fussing with my pops
if you a real n-gga, you will watch
we done came up and shake the block
me and curly
that’s a manslaughter
groupie b-tches
make the fans larger
new deals
i demand order
middle man
don’t make your mans call us
talking money
what you talking about?
[?]
walk ’em in
ima walk ’em out
and ima stalk ’em to the house
so young
but i’m still with the commotion
p-ss me the strap
ain’t think i could hold it
beefing in my school everyday
gotta tote it
know i’m from the floss
my b-tch stay [?]
when she ride d-ck
tell my b-tch, “keep focus”
ops trying to lurk
tell my mans, “keep [?]”
f-ck a red light
spin through, keep going
never jump right, and my sh-t stay frozen

[verse 4: curly savv]
pause
better drop there
deuce for my n-ggas that’s not here
please be aware, don’t want it this a hot year
we do not speak to the cops there
[?]
how you hating on the kid
i just got here
i was trying to chill and work on my tape
n-ggas f-cked up when they said my name
trying to take my clout
and get to the fame
so much heat
and the fans can’t wait
whole lot of shots
how many can you take?
yeah i go dumb
lil n-gga don’t play
so please just hold on
i be moving through the streets
i got a pole on me
ain’t no stopping
so these b-tches can’t roll on me
1 call and my n-ggas ‘gon go for me
they ‘gon blow for me