Dj Carnage

Dj Carnage - Bricks (feat. Migos) songtekst

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[Quavo]
I know, I know, you wanna go, wanna go
I know, I know, you wanna go, wanna go
So come on, come on, we taking off, we taking off
And I know you don't wanna miss this plane

[Quavo]
Started with a hundred bricks (bricks, bricks, bricks)
Now I sold out, bitch (bitch, bitch)
My mama said, "Stay patient" (mama, mama)
Hundred bands, I ain't waiting
I'm figgity, figgity fucked up (fucked up, fucked up)
Boy, you got me fucked up
I'm figgity figgity fucked up (fucked up, fucked up)
Goddamn, you got me fucked up

[Quavo]
Fill my cup up then you got me fucked up
Every ugly bitch in here they looking bad as fuck
She popped a molly, oh, look at her tongue
The bitch that came with me said they want some
Just look at that, Forrest, look at that, Forrest, run
Got pink in my cup, it's not looking like just a bubblegum
I'm asking the bitch what's her name, she telling me Cinnamon
I want to put all of my glaze on you like a cinnabon

[Quavo]
Started with a hundred bricks (bricks, bricks, bricks)
Now I sold out, bitch (bitch, bitch)
My mama said, "Stay patient" (mama, mama)
Hundred bands, I ain't waiting
I'm figgity, figgity fucked up (fucked up, fucked up)
Boy, you got me fucked up
I'm figgity figgity fucked up (fucked up, fucked up)
Goddamn, you got me fucked up

[Takeoff]
Lil mama looking so gorgeous
She ask me can I afford it
I told her, "Bitch, you got me fucked up"
My Migos chain can pay your mortgage
Twenty-four K on my toilet
Pockets enormous, calling me Norbit
Take it from Migos, I'm making Tostitos illegal, I might get deported
You niggas be tripping, you fucked up
If you thinkin' you gon' catch me slipping
(KLA! KLA! KLA!)
Leaving no witness, Grinch coming through your chimney
I got the Bobby, the Britney, the Iggy
Sorry, I ran outta Whitney
Young nigga, I'm making history
Before I die, you gon' remember me

[Quavo]
I know, I know, you wanna go, wanna go
I know, I know, you wanna go, wanna go
So come on, come on, we taking off, we taking off
And I know you don't wanna miss this plane

[Quavo]
Started with a hundred bricks (bricks, bricks, bricks)
Now I sold out, bitch (bitch, bitch)
My mama said, "Stay patient" (mama, mama)
Hundred bands, I ain't waiting
I'm figgity, figgity fucked up (fucked up, fucked up)
Boy, you got me fucked up
I'm figgity figgity fucked up (fucked up, fucked up)
Goddamn, you got me fucked up

[Offset]
She grinding her teeth like she hungry
Popping the molly, she horny
She talking too much, she annoying
She giving out blowjobs, no employment
My diamonds anemic, she sneaking and geeking
She said she got a nigga, tell him she cheating
It's been a whole weekend, so when are you leaving?
Just suck on the dick, baby girl, don't be teasing
My neck is so sick, somebody come and treat it
Migos in the building, sold out arenas
Come get yo bitch 'out the session, my nigga
She smoking up all of the reefer
Leave my two liter, don't do margaritas
This shit that we smoking is louder than speakers

[Quavo]
Started with a hundred bricks (bricks, bricks, bricks)
Now I sold out, bitch (bitch, bitch)
My mama said, "Stay patient" (mama, mama)
Hundred bands, I ain't waiting
I'm figgity, figgity fucked up (fucked up, fucked up)
Boy, you got me fucked up
I'm figgity figgity fucked up (fucked up, fucked up)
Goddamn, you got me fucked up
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Uitgegeven in: 2014

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: Papi Gordo (2015)

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