Bricka Boy by Alley Boy Lyrics
[Hook]
This a bricka boy
This a bricka boy
This a bricka boy
A 45 for the splits
This is for the bricks
If I don't know tell myself
Bring meats
This a bricka boy
This a bricka boy
This a bricka boy
[Verse 1[
Ain't no bricks on bricks
Coke on coke
Bitch, y'all on smack
We really sellin' dough
50 for the bricks
10 for a split
These niggas wanna work
Then they got that shit
No white talk
I'm talking brown
Grade work
I'm talking Ace Town
They not talk around
Nigga, I could strike in 'em
If you don't call it right here
The young taking it
The real MccCartney of coke
Said this a brick of broad
I trust you good about the horse
I got the latest chores
Nigga, I got a lease
On your lil' balls
You pussy niggas watching me
Like they [?]
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
120 for the gram
But I ain't selling Yale
I Run-DMC
But this ain't Hell's jams
Got African connects
Flying with the ganja
Make 20 mill in three fifth
We finna pass our bong
You're broke, bitch
You need some work
You can come and work
Five hundred for the fan
Eight for the shirt
That market cut clean
Like you show Elaine
I'm living out my dream
Through the triple queen
See these bitches in the air
I want city care
Want 35 for the hash
Want the whole bag
This a bricka boy
Yeah, a taxing boy
I'm bringing nixers
To the set, holla at ya boy
[Hook]
This a bricka boy
This a bricka boy
This a bricka boy
A 45 for the splits
This is for the bricks
If I don't know tell myself
Bring meats
This a bricka boy
This a bricka boy
This a bricka boy
[Verse 1[
Ain't no bricks on bricks
Coke on coke
Bitch, y'all on smack
We really sellin' dough
50 for the bricks
10 for a split
These niggas wanna work
Then they got that shit
No white talk
I'm talking brown
Grade work
I'm talking Ace Town
They not talk around
Nigga, I could strike in 'em
If you don't call it right here
The young taking it
The real MccCartney of coke
Said this a brick of broad
I trust you good about the horse
I got the latest chores
Nigga, I got a lease
On your lil' balls
You pussy niggas watching me
Like they [?]
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
120 for the gram
But I ain't selling Yale
I Run-DMC
But this ain't Hell's jams
Got African connects
Flying with the ganja
Make 20 mill in three fifth
We finna pass our bong
You're broke, bitch
You need some work
You can come and work
Five hundred for the fan
Eight for the shirt
That market cut clean
Like you show Elaine
I'm living out my dream
Through the triple queen
See these bitches in the air
I want city care
Want 35 for the hash
Want the whole bag
This a bricka boy
Yeah, a taxing boy
I'm bringing nixers
To the set, holla at ya boy
[Hook]