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"Bricks" lyrics by SASHA GO HARD
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Coming in bricks
I am that bitch, worry bout shit? Money I get [x2]
Nothing to say
If the money is coming it's coming in bricks

[Verse 1:]
Heard that these niggas is hating
Fuck em all, I'm masturbating
I done been out the country
Middle finger to the stations
My records will never get played
Every show that I do bet they paid
Every bitch that be hating I slay
Since 91 been that bitch so don't play
All of you bitches, niggas on my pump
Money come first, man you niggas is nothing
I could treat ya nigga like he a punk
Make him get down and eat me til I cum
College should make the scholar use his brain
Definition of a muthafuckin boss
If my nigga cheating then I'm leaving
I don't need him, example of my fucking loss
I am that bitch so don't act like I'm not
Heard that I'm fuckin to get to the top
Bet I done counted like hunnids of guap
[?] will come but they never gon stop
Never fucked Keef, never fucked Fredo
Neither SD, never fucked Tadoe
I been the shit since I made What We Do hoe
Take ya wifey make you get you a new hoe
Real niggas come take a seat
And I bet they honor the shit that I talk
Think I don't peep the shit that you tweet
You sweet as a treat, ya dick is so soft
Spittin bars out my pussy
Dare a bitch to push me
Stats just to book me
Far from a rookie
I just had a baby, still out here goin crazy
My name will remain the same, they can't replace me

I am that bitch
Worry bout shit? Money I get
Nothing to say
If they money is coming it's coming in bricks

[Verse 2:]
Sasha will always come first
Me and you just not a pair
Count so much money it hurt, you other bitches can't compare
I got many clothes in my room
It's hard to pick out what to wear
Couple of homies, they riding with me
I love em, the shit is so rare
No I do not have a deal, just know I ain't missing no meals
Make bitches that say that I'm weak
They hubby be all on my heels
You probably should check em, maybe I'll let em
Get on his knees, give me some beckem
If it ain't cheese I can't respect em
My daughter will eat for her I will dead em
I was born and raised in Chiraq
Where you could get wacked anyday
If the convo ain't about racks then I do not have shit to say
I be layin low for minute
Spend it, get it back and then spend it
Start dissing hoe I'm a end it
On a mission to win, I ain't finished


[Thanks to Brandi for these lyrics]

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