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letra de bricks [feat. tre present] (bonus track) - bougie beats

[intro: bougie beats]
uh
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
yeah, and another one
what up, new york
(bougie beats gon’ bang!)

[chorus]
groovy (groovy, groovy)
we gon’ make another movie (movie)
i’m in a drop, and i’m whipping like a smoothie (yeah, yeah, yeah)
sue me, (uh, yeah)
you ain’t hip to the groovy
baddie with me (baddie with, baddie with)
and she grippin’ on the toolie (toolie, yeah )
dior, fendi, gucci, prada (gucci, prada)
don’t make me call armada
i’m in the streets on stradas, uh (i’m in the streets, streets, streets)
empty the clip, forgiato’s on the whip (what, what!)
run up on me, goofy boy get hit

[verse 1: tre present]
yeah, yeah, yeah
flexing with the gang, you know we tough (flexing with the gang, you know we tough)
and i keep that tool, you know it’s tucked (and i keep that tool, you know it’s tucked)
blessings coming through, can’t get enough
praying, boy you know i can’t be stuck (every day you know i gotta pray)
i just called up bougie for a play (go, go, go!)
and he got it, yeah it’s on the way (and he got it, yeah it’s on the way)
try me and we leave you in a grave (try me and we leave you in a grave)
every night i gotta say my grace (every night i gotta say my grace)
so i’m riding downtown, dawg, gotta make it safe (go, go, go!)
you ain’t with me then i don’t know, can’t be with the gang (ah, what, what!)
every time you see me, new show, gotta move away (bougie, bougie!)
and we got them chips on our shirt, oh yeah like frito lay (yeah like frito lay!)
[chorus]
groovy (groovy, groovy)
we gon’ make another movie (movie)
i’m in a drop, and i’m whipping like a smoothie (yeah, yeah, yeah)
sue me, (uh, yeah)
you ain’t hip to the groovy
baddie with me (baddie with, baddie with)
and she grippin’ on the toolie (toolie, yeah )
dior, fendi, gucci, prada (gucci, prada)
don’t make me call armada
i’m in the streets on stradas, uh (i’m in the streets, streets, streets)
empty the clip, forgiato’s on the whip (what, what!)
run up on me, goofy boy get hit

[verse 2: tre present]
(yeah, present)
i’m i the stu’ and we making it happen
i just left the church, boy i used to be trappin’ (i used to be trappin)
don’t call me a christian, boy
lil’ boy i never been catholic
put that on my momma that we can turn savage (boom, boom, boom boom!)
my brothers shoot like the mavericks
dairy and veggies for me, broccoli and cheese
i need the cabbage (let’s go)
when i’m in need for beats then i’m hitting up bougie
i stand on my word because that be the toolie
i pray to god he don’t sue me
cause i’m watching him work like a movie (huh, huh, huh?)
he on the beat then it’s sick (sick!)
nba number one pick (pick!)
atl to the ny, that’s why we cold like a brick, brick, bricks
[outro: bougie beats]
(sheesh!)

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