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master p - brick to a million lyrics

[intro]
new n-gg-s wearin’ dresses – f-ck it, i ain’t scared to address it
gangster n-gg-s on skateboards?
i’m at the house breakin’ motherf-ckin’ headboards
real n-gg-s stand up – three dollar n-gg-s y’all man up
real n-gg-s stand up – i ain’t hatin’, three dollar n-gg-s man up!

[hook]
candy paint on my foreign whip
frito lay, we got corn chips
middle finger, we don’t give a f-ck
turn a brick to a million bucks
candy paint on my foreign whip
frito lay, we got corn chips
middle finger, we don’t give a f-ck
turn a brick to a million bucks

[verse 1]
hatin’ n-gg-s just ride off
i’m the corporation, b-tch, and the bylaw
you the motherf-ckin’ secretary
you got on lipstick, n-gg-, lookin’ h-lla scary
b-tch n-gg- be gone, b-tch
starin’ at me, what’s wrong, b-tch?
i’m in the louis shoes and the shirt
hoe n-gg-, you got a louis purse
b-tch n-gg-, you ain’t right
mad at me ‘cause my paper right
mad at me ‘cause my paper right
and you know your b-tch -ss can’t even fight

[hook]

[verse 2]
sl-tty boy game, b-tch – who i came with?
three hoes, one date, f-ckin’ with the same d-ck
no metro,.38 special
left when she asked for some snots on the petrol
that’s a no-no, louis, no logo
liquor store, f-ck the p-ssy up and down, pogo
what’s next? high-def, shoot slow-mo
in between her legs, turn my jheris into cornrows
find me f-ckin’ on a bad-ss hoe
la beat with the dc flow
louis v sheets, said she keep it on the low
got a n-gg- out the streets, stripper b-tch for my bro

[hook]

[verse 3]
aye… what these f-ggot n-gg-s on, p?
me an trel louis’d down all in dc
aye… i see these n-gg-s made hoes choose ‘em
rare b-tch, green eyes with a big booty
you’ll get your sh-t pushed back for the right fact
i got them fakers on sight, we gon’ eat that
ain’t with the new cool, we just gettin’ money
foreign whips, candy paint, they gon’ look funny
i got 10 exotic b-tches for the foreign car
quarter-piece, groupie hoes, we gon’ f-ck ‘em all
mr. chow every day, sushi roll salmon
master p, five mil’, just one alb-m

[hook]

[outro]
brick to a million bucks
brick, brick to a million bucks
[intro]
new n-gg-s wearin’ dresses – f-ck it, i ain’t scared to address it
gangster n-gg-s on skateboards?
i’m at the house breakin’ motherf-ckin’ headboards
real n-gg-s stand up – three dollar n-gg-s y’all man up
real n-gg-s stand up – i ain’t hatin’, three dollar n-gg-s man up!

[hook]

[outro]
brick to a million bucks
brick, brick to a million bucks

- master p lyrics

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