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Correct Brick To A Million Lyrics
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[Intro:] New niggas wearin’ dresses – fuck it, I ain’t scared to address it Gangster niggas on skateboards? I’m at the house breakin’ motherfuckin’ headboards Real niggas stand up – three dollar niggas y’all man up Real niggas stand up – I ain’t hatin’, three dollar niggas man up! [Hook:] Candy paint on my foreign whip Frito Lay, we got corn chips Middle finger, we don’t give a fuck 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 fuck Turn a brick to a million bucks [Verse:] Hatin’ niggas just ride off I’m the corporation, bitch, and the bylaw You the motherfuckin’ secretary You got on lipstick, nigga, lookin’ hella scary Bitch nigga be gone, bitch Starin’ at me, what’s wrong, bitch? I’m in the Louis shoes and the shirt Hoe nigga, you got a Louis purse Bitch nigga, you ain’t right Mad at me ‘cause my paper right Mad at me ‘cause my paper right And you know your bitch ass can’t even fight [Hook:] [Verse 2:] Slutty boy game, bitch – who I came with? Three hoes, one date, fuckin’ with the same dick No metro,. 38 Special Left when she asked for some snots on the petrol That’s a no-no, Louis, no logo Liquor store, fuck the pussy up and down, pogo What’s next? High-def, shoot slow-mo In between her legs, turn my Jheris into cornrows Find me fuckin’ on a badass hoe La beat with the dc flow Louis V sheets, said she keep it on the low Got a nigga out the streets, stripper bitch for my bro [Hook:] [Verse 3:] Aye… what these faggot niggas on, P? Me an Trel Louis’d down all in dc Aye… I see these niggas made hoes choose ‘em Rare bitch, green eyes with a big booty You’ll get your shit 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 bitches for the foreign car Quarter-piece, groupie hoes, we gon’ fuck ‘em all Mr. Chow every day, sushi roll salmon Master P, five mil’, just one album [Hook:] [Outro:] Brick to a million bucks Brick, brick to a million bucks [Intro:] New niggas wearin’ dresses – fuck it, I ain’t scared to address it Gangster niggas on skateboards? I’m at the house breakin’ motherfuckin’ headboards Real niggas stand up – three dollar niggas y’all man up Real niggas stand up – I ain’t hatin’, three dollar niggas man up! [Hook:] Candy paint on my foreign whip Frito Lay, we got corn chips Middle finger, we don’t give a fuck 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 fuck Turn a brick to a million bucks [Verse:] Hatin’ niggas just ride off I’m the corporation, bitch, and the bylaw You the motherfuckin’ secretary You got on lipstick, nigga, lookin’ hella scary Bitch nigga be gone, bitch Starin’ at me, what’s wrong, bitch? I’m in the Louis shoes and the shirt Hoe nigga, you got a Louis purse Bitch nigga, you ain’t right Mad at me ‘cause my paper right Mad at me ‘cause my paper right And you know your bitch ass can’t even fight [Hook:] [Verse 2:] Slutty boy game, bitch – who I came with? Three hoes, one date, fuckin’ with the same dick No metro,. 38 Special Left when she asked for some snots on the petrol That’s a no-no, Louis, no logo Liquor store, fuck the pussy up and down, pogo What’s next? High-def, shoot slow-mo In between her legs, turn my Jheris into cornrows Find me fuckin’ on a badass hoe La beat with the dc flow Louis V sheets, said she keep it on the low Got a nigga out the streets, stripper bitch for my bro [Hook:] [Verse 3:] Aye… what these faggot niggas on, P? Me an Trel Louis’d down all in dc Aye… I see these niggas made hoes choose ‘em Rare bitch, green eyes with a big booty You’ll get your shit 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 bitches for the foreign car Quarter-piece, groupie hoes, we gon’ fuck ‘em all Mr. Chow every day, sushi roll salmon Master P, five mil’, just one album [Hook:] [Outro:] Brick to a million bucks Brick, brick to a million bucks
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