Correction Lyrics Let’s Brick it by Mustard

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Uh, uh, uh, uh

You already know what we do (What we do)
Hit the Westside and bring your crew (Ooh yeah)
Just brick it (Ooh yeah)
Just brick it (Ooh yeah)
Take off your shoes and relax your feet (Oh)
Party goin' up in the BPT, let's brick it
Just brick it
Just brick it

Just me and my mothaf**kin' homies
Smokin' weed, shooting dice, sippin' forties
And we don't f**k with snitches or police
f**k the one time unless it's on my Rollie

Ooh, ooh
Ah-ah
Summertime in the BPT

You know I'm comin' straight up out of Oakland
Eastside is where I be
Yeah, when I pull up to the club, they keep it open
Eight-four-hunnid and you know it
It's a black Mona Lisa, slidin' like a Visa
Ridin' through the town, smoke a Keyshia, please
Queen like Latifa, Buscemi on the sneakers
The homie Game hit me, so I had to do the feature
Gotta be proud of the Devil, don't like when I'm poppin' these
Tags on these bags and stack a Birkin, yeah, it's some robberies
And you ain't gotta be, you ain't got a lot of me
Yeah, it's a banknote, you ain't get to sign the lease
I ain't got no time for no wham, bam, thank you, ma'am
Gas me up or get me drunk, hit the skizz or scran
You gotta do a lot more and that's just how it be
It's Keyshia Cole and you just ain't runnin' up on me, n***a

Ooh, ooh
Ah-ah
Summertime in these Oakland streets, yeah

You already know what we do (What we do)
Hit the Westside and bring your crew (Ooh yeah)
Just brick it (Ooh yeah)
Just brick it (Ooh yeah)
Take off your shoes and relax your feet (Oh)
Party goin' up in the BPT, let's brick it
Just brick it
Just brick it

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