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Young Thug

"Brick At A Time"

[Intro]
(Jeffery! Yeah, yeah)
Break down a brick at a time (Woo)
I know I don't wanna f*ck no one b*tch at a time (Oh no no)
I know oh oh oh oh
Picked one b*tch out the lineup
I just wanna oh oh oh oh
Break down a brick at a time (Hey)
Break down a brick at a time, aye

[Verse 1]
I was just with y'all losers
Remember? Twin Erykah Badu (Woo)
f*ck a ho in [?]
Yellow diamonds, find these, Pikachu (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Ballin' in [?] (Yeah yeah yeah)
Scoring like I'm Kyrie (Scorin' n*gga)
Runnin' 'round 4 deep (Skrrt-skrrt)
Jump out, yeet yeet (Brr-brr)
I spend a lot of money (Spend it on you)
Don't play with my money (I'm watching all you)
Got your b*tch in the bed, yeah (Like ooh)
These monkey n*ggas muggin' (Ooh)
So what you wanna do? (What you wanna do n*gga)
Let's get it, I'm with it
She with it, he with it, let's get it, let's get it (Yeah)
Pull up to the booth and she say she comin' through to catch her some kiddies (Yeah)
Aww yeah, let's get it (Yeah)
Let's play truth or dare, which one b*tch? (Yeah)
Hey, guns and roses (Guns and roses)
Hundred shots, all my n*ggas loaded (Brr-brr)
Draw down and I'm focused (Down and I'm focused)
Leave his body in a Focus (Leave his body in a car)
Gotta make sure the n*gga Kobe (Gotta make sure he Kobe)
Get 'em hit in LA like I'm Kobe (LA like I'm Kobe)
Make her suck my di*k and get to strokin' (Suck it b*tch)
Put your hands up if you feel like-

[Chorus]
Cash talk, I'm on the way
Your b*tch say she bored and that's all that I'mma say
The big machine gun if you try to take the safe
And I was just ballin' with you the other day
My dogs say you slime and you seen 'em first day
I should've sat down [?]
And now I'm dead wrong, you see it in my face
And now he ain't wrong if you shoot him with a K, aye
I'ma draw down with that stick, better run
Hannah Montana, my wrist do the work (Oh yeah, yeah)
I take my chance on a mission of course (Oh yeah, hey)
I speak the realest, she know I'm the boss (Jeffery!)

[Verse 2]
Room full of bad b*tches (Slatt, slatt)
Pockets on fat b*tches
Please back up off these b*tches
I'm ready to stab b*tches (Ready to stab)
You outta style b*tches (What you gon' say n*gga?)
Now you on child b*tches (b*tch)
You need to stop b*tches (b*tch)
f*ck 'round get blocked, b*tches (Block that ho)
Ride 'round with block b*tches, haha (Fool)
Hair like Yung Joc b*tches (God Damn, son)
Suck on that c*ck, b*tches (Suck on that c*ck, b*tches)
Smell like a mop, b*tches (Smell like a mop, b*tches)
Jewelry so bright, b*tches (Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo)
Attracting these light b*tches (Damn, damn)
I'm swimming in mud, n*gga (I'm swimmin')
You know I'm a blood, n*gga (Blatt)
Magic, I flood n*ggas, on her birthday [?] n*gga (Slatt)
I'm ready to roll, she don't got on drawers (She don't?)
Where's the beat? I'm lost (Swag)
All inside the sauce

[Chorus]
Cash talk, I'm on the way
Your b*tch say she bored and that's all that I'mma say
The big machine gun if you try to take the safe
And I was just ballin' with you the other day
My dogs say you slime and you seen 'em first day
I should've sat down [?]
And now I'm dead wrong, you see it in my face
And now he ain't wrong if you shoot him with a K, aye
I'ma draw down with that stick, better run
Hannah Montana, my wrist do the work (Oh yeah, yeah)
I take my chance on a mission of course (Oh yeah, hey)
I speak the realest, she know I'm the boss (Jeffery!)

[Outro]
Ayy

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