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montannaatm - brick fair lyrics

[intro: sakgod chew]
brr
(ellis)

[verse 1: sakgod chew]
ap up on me wet (it’s wet)
shorty ain’t had no time of day, now she see i’m lit, she wet (she wet)
why you muggin’ and sh+t? all in your feelings ’cause you see me with your friends
why you runnin’ and sh+t? we bail out tryna get him, f+ck around and hit his mans
hmm, huh? ’cause a goofy n+gga tripped and fell (what? what?)
n+gga, get back up, i dare you (brr, baow)
he can’t get back up, i nailed him (brr, baow)
i got brick fair on my schedule (brick fair on my schedule)
bought one, he gave me extra (you know that)
this paper gave me leverage (yeah)
new data, b+tch, we steppin’
nеw cable in my mansion
i can taste that sh+t, on greski
you can’t rеlate to this, they fed you
i was takin’ sh+t, not beggin’
hit his pancreas as i stabbed him
in the closet, the safe, we grabbed it
know we out here playin’ tetris
what you want? get cake like betty (get cake)
my b+tch thick like cake, she heavy
one leg up like a dog, i’m extra (grr)
two legs up like a dog, i’m pressure (grr)
i love this sl+t, i might marry her (i love this sl+t, i—)
the guap, i already married it (i love this sl+t)
i might send a plane to maryland
n+gga jacked, this stain embarrassin’ (embarassin’)
could’ve sn+tched his chain, embarassin’ (embarassin’)
[verse 2: montannaatm]
(get ’em)
fifty racks all on the dashboard, all blues, that look so clean (that look so clean)
i ain’t suit up today, jump out in rick owens, amiri jeans (rick owens and amiri jeans)
just counted two hundred and fifty dollar bills, that sh+t’ll get you k!lled (that sh+t’ll get you whacked)
sh+t, that’s enough to get you hit, got n+ggas owin’ like i’m rick (owin’ like i’m rick)
my amiri pockets knotted, the srts come five percent (the srts come five percent)
should i pop up? the ho’ll go missin’, when i leave, you’ll find your b+tch (you’ll find your b+tch)
all my n+ggas stood on business, really k!ll the opposites (you know it)
we caught one opp in the hood, tap the switch, his body fall (brr)
we caught one opp and hit the lotto, his as was the money ball (ding)
blood money, i’m gon’ still count it, i got bl++dy palms (i got bl++dy palms)
they homies died and he went to the stu’ to make f+ckin’ song
your b+tch faithful, she gon’ still f+ck me ’cause that money long (’cause that monyun talkin’)
hit his face with that f+ckin’ brr and make sure buddy gone (brr)

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