Rick Ross – Bricks Lyrics


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[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
My attitude is "fuck it", house big as Publix
Shopping is a pleasure,
pinky ring, a nugget
Niggas like to ride, sip lean out the bucket
I lean to the side, white whip, Michael Douglas
Hard times, call for drastic measures
I call my dog, he brought a Mac-11
40 rounds, hollering "Where the yola at!?"

Nigga dead serious, choppah with a shoulder strap
Microphone, Michael Corleone, I know I'm wrong
The man up above love for me to sing them poems
So sing along, you know the song I sing
Bring them things along, I gotta feed the team
It's Rozay, I need a hundred bottles
Yellow bitches, all of 'em swallow
Ace Town, nigga, 305
I could move them packs, each and every night

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