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freddie gibbs - brick fees كلمات الأغنية

[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

- freddie gibbs

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