Correction Paroles LAYIN BRICKS par BVDLVD

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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Flip a brick, then I build on that
I done too much sh*t, I keep me lookin back
On some over shoulder sh*t, on some one eyed Kip
Smoking on this stick, where it f**king hits
Please, God, have mercy on my spliff
Let it stay lit even when the wind wants a bit
I pray to you that you keep that sh*t in tact
If you don’t keep it in tact, you can take it back
Best believe I just drugged my whole show
(Don’t tell the bouncer)
Big bag of brownies for you
(Just take one and f**k off)
No you are not getting two
I took one it felt like I blew

F**k them man at Wheatley
All the bullies they used to tease me
They layin bricks, I dropped a brick on a TV
I got a brand new house in the city, with the lights
And a b*t*h who treats me right, yeah

I’m the only one making noise, had to make a hunnid K and flip it for my f**kin boys

Yeah, I flip it for my boys
Yeah, I flip it for my boys
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Boy I don’t deal with no crap
You a loser, drug user, don’t want nothing with that
You so stupid, you think I do this sh*t for some racks?
I don’t get out of bed if it don’t make me a plaque
What’s with that? I predict that you a fag
I predict your music bad
You will never beat the LVD
You ain’t ever getting bags
You ain’t ever gonna spaz like me
Told my bro hold this flow, I'ma wrap this beat
F**k them man at Wheatley
All the bullies they used to tease me
They layin bricks, I dropped a brick on a TV
I got a brand new house in the city, with the lights
And a b*t*h who treats me right, yeah

Yeah
That treats me right
That treats me right, alright, alright, alright
Yeah, yeah

Ah, f**k, I’m locked in again
Gotta wright my songs with a pen
Got pin point precision and I’m pointing at them, at you
Yeah you do what I do, what you do is doo-doo (Duh-duh-doo-doo)
You layin bricks all day, but me? Nah
I'ma get my money any which way
With the way you look, you could make your b*t*h gay
With the way I look, I could take your b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, lol
Don’t make my finger f**kin itch
You could never say, that I ain’t self made
Made myself, spinnin tracks like a beyblade
Aye, aye, aye
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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