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letra de 161 - superior

[intro]
bah
woo
bah

[chorus]
hunnid bricks in my mama crib (i had a hunnid)
i had my young boy come shoot where your mama live (brr, bah-bah-bah, brr)
he ain’t got no cognizance/kind of sense (woo)
i had a hunnid bricks in my mama crib
hunnid bricks in my mama crib
my young boy come through sprayin’ out his mama whip (brr, bah)
2007 bonneville
i had a hunnid bricks in my mama crib (i had a hunnid bricks in my mama crib)

[verse 1]
ordered a life of what a stove, i think that made me god (i think that made me god)
i put a brick behind a vent, don’t turn the ac on (woo)
whip it with the avion
the scale should say 9999 but if it way beyond
f-ck it, either way, we on (yeah)
eighty thousand on the dresser with the ap (yeah)
i had a dream that i was broke and now i can’t sleep (woo)
i had a dream they kick the door, they came to raid me
i can’t go, the plug about to throw me eighty
i came from big coke sh-t, golf sh-t
not a writin’ in the sky, so f-ck it, serious
god quote sh-t (god quote sh-t)
my n-gga [bell?] doubted and did ghosted
but ain’t no love on the rug, bentley ocean (woo)
we was buyin’ raw, now we buyin’ the mall (gone)
my young boy catch you shoppin’, you die in the store (brr, bah)
all ’cause you was dyin’ to saw
you got a lamb’ before your time, now you dinosaur
[chorus]
hunnid bricks in my mama crib (i had a hunnid)
i had my young boy come shoot where your mama live (brr, bah-bah-bah, brr)
he ain’t got no cognizance/kind of sense (woo)
i had a hunnid bricks in my mama crib
hunnid bricks in my mama crib
my young boy come through sprayin’ out his mama whip (brr, bah)
2007 bonneville (ah)
i had a hunnid bricks in my mama crib (i had a hunnid bricks in my mama crib)

[verse 2]
b-tch, my phone was lit, this that holy sh-t (this that god sh-t)
came here on a ship, now we got ownership (now we—, ooh)
all my masters’ mine, we on rap and white
in the spot, throw the rollie to me, we just passin’ time (we gettin’ money)
dirty chopped samples with the top down (woo)
pyrex pot handles, boy, i bring it back like doc brown (woo)
he dumpin’ that boy mac so big and break your block (brr, bah-bah)
we come in that car that we ain’t gon’ make us high
we dump the cash out on the desk and spare it off the lot
we don’t lease, we buy the whole car (nah, haha)
gangsters move in silence, baby, all my diamonds ultraviolet
i was back in coach, now i’m the f-ckin’ pilot (now i run sh-t)
i’m god, that’s what i said, what? i gotta wake the dead?
have you payin’ drought prices when i dry the land and send a plague of shooters for your head?
playin’ reasonable drought over the tap phone for the feds
[chorus]
hunnid bricks in my mama crib (i had a hunnid)
i had my young boy come shoot where your mama live (brr, bah-bah-bah, brr)
he ain’t got no cognizance/kind of sense (woo)
i had a hunnid bricks in my mama crib
hunnid bricks in my mama crib
my young boy come through sprayin’ out his mama whip (brr, bah)
2007 bonneville
i had a hunnid bricks in my mama crib (i had a hunnid bricks in my mama crib)

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