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    "Bricksquad" Lyrics

    feat. Gudda Gudda

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    [Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
    I said my necklace - iced out
    My left wrist - iced out
    Waka flaka, best stay out my lane because I'm thugged out
    Niggas gettin drugged out
    You know what my clique bout
    Hit em with a bottle stomp his mutha fuckin lights out
    Hands on deck make a nigga pull a tool out
    Ballin this year I ain't gon stop until I wild out
    Wild out wild out gudda gudda wild out wild out
    Wild out waka flaka wild out young money bricksquad young money

    [Chorus:]
    Young money brick squad [x2]
    Young money [x3]
    Brick squad
    Young money brick squad [x2]
    Brick squad [x4]
    [Repeat]

    [Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame]
    Gudda waka flacka heyyy
    For the cash I'll wrap a nigga ass up
    Run un up in his house jim carrey style masked up
    We the new wu tang the new no limits
    The new NWA what's up snoop n dre
    Can't forget eazy e ice cubes on my neck
    Fuzzy screamin waka waka bitch I got that check
    I don't needa flex but I gotta ball
    Money yao ming, yes it's that tall
    Yo I'm gudda gudda
    Whatsup gudda gudda
    I got rotten apple blood in my veins

    [Chorus:]
    Young money brick squad [x2]
    Young money [x3]
    Brick squad
    Young money brick squad [x2]
    Brick squad [x4]
    [Repeat]

    [Verse 3: Gudda Gudda]
    Young money nigga I'm a rep till the death
    You can see the ym tatted on my neck
    All my niggas wild choppas on deck
    Stomp a nigga out demand I respect
    Me n waka flacka got the hand on the tech
    N it's cash on delivery for handin my check
    Nigga I don't talk much but when I do bitch pay me
    Big money heavy weight you can ask baby
    Birdman schooled me wayne told me do me
    N stack big paper up no need for loose leaf
    My rubberband stacks can't fold into knots
    I decapitate the top with two hoes in the drop
    I'm countin up the money till my hands get blisters
    Told my bitch to come help me we can count it up quicka nigga
    Real nigga music they talkin we do's it
    Free my nigga weezy n free my nigga gucci
    Young money

    [Chorus:]
    Young money brick squad [x2]
    Young money [x3]
    Brick squad
    Young money brick squad [x2]
    Brick squad [x4]
    [Repeat]
    • submitted on November 7th, 2010
    • corrected on October 18th, 2015

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