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gucci mane - brick n a brick (remix) lyrics

[intro]
free gucci
c4 (c4)
cut it up, cut it up

[verse 1: gucci mane]
young n+ggas with these old dubs
got a young b+tch and i’m hood rich
brought old money to this new club
in this strip club getting group hugs
i got [?] keys, i got fresh weed
party real hard on venice beach
458 italia, but ain’t nothing italian about me
the last n+gga you had he spared ya
baby girl i’ma overwork ya
ain’t nothing can prepare ya, and i ain’t even trying to scare ya
when you walk around the 6 be careful
these n+ggas might sn+tch your hair from you
tell your mother say a prayer
’cause a n+gga might sn+tch your air from ya
let me tell ya something about me
thirteen years old, already a o.g
selling big weed
big bra send me thirty p’s
steal the shirt right off your back, i’m a f+cking thief
j’s up the street, call me black with the gold t++th
pistol whip your cousin, now the n+gga got no t++th
keep it brief, where you speak
’cause you talkin’ to a chief
shootin’ like i’m chief keef
kick you with your own feet
shoot you with yo own gun
running from your own peace
rob ya dead put some change on yo k!ll you with your own cheese
long money, long gun short pace and short sleeve
brick and a brick, man, i put that in my rollie
[chorus: gucci mane]
brick and a brick, man, i put that in my rollie
brick and a brick, man, i put that in my rollie
brick and a brick, bri+bri+brick and a brick
bri+bri+brick and a brick, man, i put that in my rollie
brick and a brick, man, i put that in my rollie
brick and a brick, man, i put that in my rollie
brick and a brick and a brick and a brick
then i put, then i, then i put that in my rollie

[verse 2: blaze servin]
she goin’ pedro
my migos no quavo
diego got yayo
my b+tch looking like j+lo
my diamonds bugatti
they drip like a faucet
got bucks like jabari
god d+mn, my plug in milwaukee
i got nuggets like quincy miller
i’m dealing, go figure
i throw it like philip rivers from sd to fillers
got them hawks just like horford
got them dolphins from florida
i own them h+rnets like jordan
how you think i copped this foreign
sellin’ brick after bricky
my rollie watch
match my pinkie
i’m gettin’ bread like i’m pinkie
i’m smoking kush and i’m stinkin’
flipping bricks, hittin’ l!cks
hunnids blue like a crip
red bottoms on my kicks
on my way to chop the bricky
[chorus: gucci mane]
brick and a brick, man, i put that in my rollie
brick and a brick, man, i put that in my rollie
brick and a brick, bri+bri+brick and a brick
bri+bri+brick and a brick, man, i put that in my rollie
brick and a brick, man, i put that in my rollie
brick and a brick, man, i put that in my rollie
brick and a brick and a brick and a brick
then i put, then i, then i put that in my rollie

[verse 3: kourtney money]
you wanna talk about paper?
we been stacking like lego
big money round here, b+tch, we plugged in with them migos
every night, we gon’ turn up
rolex, no diamonds
you picking out that cheap sh+t, your sh+t ain’t even shining
earrings like 10 carats, red bottoms, i gotta have it
busting bails like bail bonds, we rubber band and stacking cash
plenty money, that’s street money
freebandz, that’s l!ck money
catch me in the 6, b+tch, we still trapping and selling [?]
a hundred k in pants
i’m playing round with bands
you still standing that stand still, we round here just playin’
spend money like it grow on trees
i don’t f+ck with nothing but og’s
east atlanta, it raised me
and i put that on my rollie
[chorus: gucci mane]
brick and a brick, man, i put that in my rollie
brick and a brick, man, i put that in my rollie
brick and a brick, bri+bri+brick and a brick
bri+bri+brick and a brick, man, i put that in my rollie
brick and a brick, man, i put that in my rollie
brick and a brick, man, i put that in my rollie
brick and a brick and a brick and a brick
then i put, then i, then i put that in my rollie

- gucci mane lyrics

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