Bricks 4 The High lyrics

Bricks 4 The High lyrics

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Send "Bricks 4 The High" Ringtone to your Cell (feat. Dame Dash, Jim Jones) [Dame Dash + Parlae] How rich y`all niggaz wanna be? (Franchize!) You wanna be a millionaire? (D-F-B...Bitch!) You wanna be a billionaire? (10 Hoe!) Nigga you wanna be what I wanna be...(10 Hoe!) I wanna be a fuckin trillionaire! (10 Hoe) [Chorus] I got them bricks for the high, and the purp by the pound I`m posted on the block til the sun go down.... [Dame Dash] Nigga I fuckin hustle, nigga I get money! I can get money doin anything! I got them bricks for the high, and the purp by the pound I`m posted on the block til the sun go down.... [Dame Dash] Nigga I really do my thing Kind of fuckin hustlers are y`all? [Buddie] yeah... I`m posted in that tip (Tip) And my homeboy home Blew an ounce of that kush (Kush) In my sean john jones I got the mild for the low (Low) From smokin plenty optimos Tryna make a quick flip, like my patna Maceo I`m shinin on my haters, signin deals so I`m a paaaa... Twenty G`s on the chain, and I`m still worth a couple blocks.... (all that man, I need a fo, a duece) It started in that temp, flippin mid`s by them O-Z`s [Pimpin`] On the hill wit that shit from a custom border Two gram, fifties, do the math for a quarter (For a Quarter??) That`s one, I fulfill nigga`s order what you nigga`s wanna order? 06` Nino Brown, flip the temp into the carter Rebirth! don`t cut out my four-ways I stash purp pounds, that`s down for the drop days And for my pay, I hit the trap when the sunrise I break one down, and the rest goin for the high [Chorus] I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound I`m posted on the block til the sun go down.... [Dame Dash] Now see I like the shit these niggaz is talkin Real hustla`s recognize other real hustla`s That`s why I`m fuckin wit em, Hey! I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound I`m posted on the block til the sun go down [Dame Dash] I got houses in different continents nigga! Nigga I did my trips in London, remember that? Fuck is wrong wit ya`ll?!? [Jizzal Man] I`m the boss of my own shit, I`m the ruling general Bricks lined up like, cars at a funeral I`m working hard white, So I never twurk, touch and bust My workers on the block, So the work ain`t even gotta touch My money come in stacks (Stacks) And I know just how to get it man A low profile, might be ridin a Honda Civic man You`ll never know it`s me, but a nigga got the work holmes I move it all day, think he clirpin on my chirp phone Connects so sweet (Sweet) And I`m dealin wit tha curribeans` They come from cross the water, masked-taped to my europeans` Supplyin`, whole towns, little counters, in the projects Tryna double my money up, leave the block, wit a profit For you nigga`s that like to pop (Pop) You know I got them pills too Getcha you a couple of splitters, have you spinnin like some wheels fool This shit don`t stop, I move this work clockwise I got my own bizness, I call this shit tha Franchize! [Chorus] I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound I`m posted on the block til the sun go down.... [Dame Dash + Jim Jones] Nigga`s get a million dollars and think they gettin it? (Harlem!) Nigga I made my first million when I was a teenager (Dipset! Byrdgang..) I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound I`m posted on the block til the sun go down.... [Jim Jones] Ugh....Jones, Capo! Dipset! Them nigga`s know I`m bout this (ByrdGang!) Spillin champagne, all over Vision`s Couches (Ballin!) Like fuck it, tell alex keep the cris` rollin (Keep it Rollin!) I`m gettin drunk blowin weed wit the pistols showin` (Watch Em!) Spendin a couple K`s up in Stroker`s (Right...) Flyin up Peachtree, racin in the roster`s (The Fast Life!) I`m so icy, and I think they like me (Like Me) Seven Jeans saggin, fitted cap and my white tee (I`m Fresh to death!) The foreign cars got they eyes poppin` (Daammnn....) And you can see the stars when the ride droppin [Parlae] Aye Jim Jones, (What`s Hattninnin!) Let ya boy Parlae get some of that Harlem clientele (What`s Hattninnin!) I got more crack than a curb, Fuck wit me! (Westside! Aye fuck wit me) I`m iced out, and keep snow, like an eskimo And when the show`s slow (Show`s slow) I cook extra blow (Extra blow) Put the whip game on it, get some extra dough (Extra Dough) Keep the cars pullin up, like it`s Texaco (Texaco) I can make it get stiff, like dead people Keep my hand workin, wit the mic, or a egg beater (Egg Beater) And ya bank account? shit, that`s my pocket fare (Pocket Fare) Residue on my clothes, call it Roc-A-Wear (Roc-A-Wear) I can beat it like my.... I treat the dope like Tina, And I beat it like I.... And I keep tha grass, so you can call me the lawn-man I ride around wit chickens like I came from a farm man [Chorus] I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound I`m posted on the block til the sun go down.... [Dame Dash] You see how I get down wit the get down Nigga I got a car for everyday of the week And two other cars for the weekends, nigga fuck is wrong wit you?!? I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound I`m posted on the block til the sun go down.... [Dame Dash] Fuck is wrong wit y`all, nigga I can sell whatever I wanna sell!! I done sold muthafuckin music, that shit was easy!! Started Roc-A-Fella and sold it!! I can get money in fashion, that shit was nuthin!! In five years I started that shit, sold my part for Thirty Million!!! And let`s watch what the fuck is gonna be now!!! Send " Bricks 4 The High" Ringtone to your Cell Bricks 4 The High lyrics @ Burbler Lyrics | Bricks 4 The High lyrics @ ELyrics | Bricks 4 The High lyrics @ Kovideo | Lyrics and Video @ MusicBabylon | Bricks 4 The High lyrics @ Songlyrics | Bricks 4 The High lyrics @ ELyricsWorld

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