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freddie gibbs - brick fees lyrics

[intro]
yeah (bricks fees)
you know it’s comin’ in like twenty+six
but you know what i’m sayin’
i’ma throw six on there, so, so it’s gon’ be thirty+two to you
you know
a b+tch could never play me, you know what i’m sayin’
because i switch b+tches just like i+

[verse]
switch keys, gt3 is six speed
transportation cost, i taxed them on the brick fees
gotta watch the way you stack that bread, might get your swiz’ cheesed
they wanna bury fred, i’m never scared, ’cause n+ggas bleed
f+ckin’ up the kitchen, scr+pe the pot it’s stickin’ yeah
payers fee ain’t get him there, book him with that bl!cky, yeah
i’m from where you was k!llin’ for jordans if you ain’t get a pair
my hits ain’t no attempts in murder, and i ain’t sendin’ that
yo, i ain’t sendin’ that
me and diego was too broke to hit the club we was robbin’
we sent the b+tch in there (we sent the b+tch in there)
said, what he spinnin’ now (what he spinnin’ now)
these hoes’ll sn+tch a rapper room keys
mob through the lobby, we brought the stick in here
nominated, investigated, it’s simultaneous
soul janky, you gotta make quarter arranges to see my babies
most the homies backdooring, and hoein’, they wanna snake me
all this draco talk, i put h+lla bodies on this three+eighty, yeah
ain’t had no strap, i let him hold mine
it’s funny, i got locked up, i couldn’t get n+ggas on the phone, when i had phone time
then i dug a gold mine (dug a gold mine)
eighteen years, been droppin’ jewels, b+tch
and bet any n+gga ain’t never stole mine

just breathin’ deep, it squeeze, don’t close your eyes, or you a p+ssy
the devil sent the reaper to my door, but he never took me
i sent him back with double smoke, the blunt, and said “good luck and f+ck your b+tch”, and then i+
switch keys, gt3 a six speed
pimp sh+t, f+ck her once, f+ck a b+tch needs
f+ck a feature, p+ssy n+gga, keep your sixteen
i’m flippin’ b+tches in the bentley with the flip screen
n+gga gettin’ this chicken up, f+ck that, fake rap love
this rappin’ game, we ain’t cl!ckin’ up
big lord, i’m the reason why the young n+ggas throw the three fingers up
what you know about takin’ out a whole gang, f+ckin’ all the members up?
call god, and i’ll send them up, yeah
six speed, f+ckin’ on the mix breed, yeah
in the six speed, tell me what the b+tch need, yeah
check+check, six speed, f+ckin’ on the mix breed, yeah
transportation cost, i taxed them on the brick fees
yeah, yeah+yeah, yeah (n+gga)
n+gga play with my name, gotta switch my game, gotta switch my flows again
f+ckin’ on one of these insta thots, finna crash out with these os again
n+gga be steadily dissin’ me, doin’ the most so i can notice him
momma view your body, i bet she relapse on that dope again
it’s timeout for the weak sh+t, i been slow cookin’ this beef sh+t
give a f+ck, n+gga, on defense
throwin’ white flags like yellow tape, white sheet sh+t
made him switch it up, he was on tour, rockin’ cheap sh+t
n+ggas diamonds ain’t dancin’, mine tear the club up like three+six
too blessed to f+ck with this street sh+t
another death come with this street sh+t
this mafia, insane city, this t sh+t
i let all lord stay at my crib, i smoke g sh+t
used to sneakin’ work into the city, now he wanna sneak diss
tried to take kyrie under my wing, i tried to sit him down
free my n+gga eggo, we f+cked up when he brought chris around
all the lords are not your homies, us who showed me most them n+ggas clout chasers
small said he was gon’ violate me, b+tch, you ain’t got that kind of paper
fent ball, rollin’, opp pack i’m smokin’
i’ma flip the renegade rap at the top of the mob, they can’t control it
pop a n+gga seven days a week, but you easy sunday mornin’
with holes all in your church clothes, made her scream out “holy moly”
you a d+ck rider, you a d+ck sucker, f+ck n+gga keep on chokin’
’bout to f+ck a hoe in her lil’ church clothes, make her scream out “holy moly”
rest in peace to lil’ zody, know you in heaven still lowkey
i’ma flip the renegade rap at the top of the mob, they can’t control them, yeah
yeah, yeah
i’ma flip the renegade rap at the top of the mob, they can’t control them
rest in peace to lil’ zody, know you in heaven still lowkey

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