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joey fatts - bricks lyrics

pounds in the trash, joey fatts do the dishes
w-w-w-w-wavecap music
lil fressh
beeper king

[hook x2: joey fatts]
bricks in the stove, posted with the pump
n-ggas got what you need, so just tell us what you want
choppers leave you n-ggas slumped, n-ggas down to ride
all my n-ggas do or die, it’s gon’ be a homicide

[verse 1: joey fatts]
pounds in the trash, joey fatts do the dishes
bad b-tch, no clothes, cooking work in the kitchen
my brother’s ain’t home cause they on the block pitching
got them birds on the stove, for dinner we eating chickens
n-ggas trill crippin’, purple drank’ sipping
shoot you with a pistol, my n-gga give you the business
like tha dogg pound a n-gga stay with bad b-tches
call ’em over, they be straight to the head like penicillin
got a b-tch in the bay, she cook a n-gga yay’
base girl bumping lil b headed to l.a
if a coppers in the way, then she load the choppers
helicopters lay you down and you won’t make it to the doctor’s
she a bopper, a freak
hear my name all in these streets
all these n-ggas talking ’bout me so i sleep with my pistol up in these sheets
squeeze will leave a p-ssy n-gga dead
trap be stacking bread, staying low from the fed’s
fatts

[hook]

[verse 2: a$ton matthews]
matched on, hammer time
hammered down, shooting tec’s
ric flair, windmill, hammer jam, uh
percy miller ’bout it, ’bout it
chopper in the camo pants, call that b-tch the ambulance
skirrrt, you gon’ need it
check the body count when them little homies start creeping
summer slam, dropping clips
chirp phone, chopping bricks
rose gold, o’s froze
watch the wrist, you p-ssy n-ggas getting sloppy
got war wounds on my body
plus six sh-lls in my shotty’
catch him slipping and pop him, f-ck n-gga we’ll sit you down
if them birds fly then we’ll flip your town
got a whole train that’ll hit the ground
run it, make that b-tch c-m, four-hundred
day and night and that cut it
with that molly, white and that money, uh
bagging knots on that dresser
sell you work on my ? , p-ssy’s folding under that pressure

[hook]

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