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[intro]
bricks, yeah, make that b-tch twerk, yeah, make that b-tch d–
bricks, yeah, make that b-tch twerk, yeah, make that–
make that–
bricks, yeah, make that b-tch twerk, yeah make that b-tch d–

[bridge]
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah

[verse 1]
yeah, scars on my souls, but i won’t back down
yeah, stab you in the guts, yeah, you’re a f-ckin’ clown
yeah, bash your f-ckin’ head in, put you into bed
can you say, “papa”, that’s what yo’ girl said
yeah, i just f-cked yo’ b-tch, yeah, you a f-ckin’ b-tch, yeah
why you talking’ in court, yeah, you a f-ckin’ snitch
yeah, f-ck the govеrnment, ‘cause why they bе on my d-ck?
i don’t care what you say, lemme stack my bricks
yeah, make that b-tch twerk, yeah, make that b-tch dance
yeah, i make you so dizzy, yeah, i put you in a trance
yeah, make that b-tch suck, yeah, make that b-tch gawk
i’mma make you bite the curb in my f-ckin’ block
yeah, no more f-ckin’ hiding, yeah, here comes papa
don’t you f-ckin’ run, i’mma shoot you with my choppa
i’mma drag yo’ body, yeah, in a f-ckin’ pit
yeah, don’t you run away, yeah, you’re gonna get hit
[verse 2]
yeah, scars on my souls, but i won’t back down
yeah, stab you in the guts, yeah, you’re a f-ckin’ clown
yeah, bash your f-ckin’ head in, put you into bed
can you say, “papa”, that’s what yo’ girl said
yeah, i just f-cked yo’ b-tch, yeah, you a f-ckin’ b-tch, yeah
why you talking’ in court, yeah, you a f-ckin’ snitch
yeah, f-ck the government, ‘cause why they be on my d-ck?
i don’t care what you say, lemme stack my bricks
yeah, make that b-tch twerk, yeah, make that b-tch dance
yeah, i make you so dizzy, yeah, i put you in a trance
yeah, make that b-tch suck, yeah, make that b-tch gawk
i’mma make you bite the curb in my f-ckin’ block
yeah, no more f-ckin’ hiding, yeah, here comes papa
don’t you f-ckin’ run, i’mma shoot you with my choppa
i’mma drag yo’ body, yeah, in a f-ckin’ pit
yeah, don’t you run away, yeah, you’re gonna get hit

[outro]
bricks, yeah, make that b-tch twerk, yeah, make that b-tch d–
bricks, yeah, make that b-tch twerk, yeah, make that–
make that–
bricks, yeah, make that b-tch twerk, yeah make that b-tch d–
bricks, yeah, make that b-tch twerk, yeah make that b-tch dance
yeah, make that b-tch suck, yeah, make that b-tch gawk
i’mma make you bite the curb in my f-ckin’–

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