Nursery Rhymes by Braydbunch Lyrics
[Intro]
Hope you're ready
This one goes out for the wolves
That think they can actually take my throne, hah
[Chorus]
This little piggy’s crib's made out of bricks, yo
They can huff and puff, but they can't do shit though
This little piggy’s crib's made out of bricks, yo
They can huff and puff, but they can't do shit though
This little piggy's crib's made out of bricks, yo
They can huff and puff, but they can't do shit though
This little piggy's crib's made out of bricks, yo
They can huff and puff, but they can’t do shit though
[Verse 1]
I’m an MC
Yo, I do it for my team, let's go eat
Me, I do more action, less [?]
I get love from the real when I bless beats
I’m laid back, make tracks where the best be
Real freak, give it to you and your bestie
Don't test me, on my chest where that S be
Ballin'! Flexin'! Yes bitch!
[Chorus]
This little piggy’s crib's made out of bricks, yo
They can huff and puff, but they can't do shit though
This little piggy's crib's made out of bricks, yo
They can huff and puff, but they can't do shit though
This little piggy's crib's made out of bricks, yo
They can huff and puff, but they can't do shit though
This little piggy's crib's made out of bricks, yo
They can huff and puff, but they can't do shit though
[Verse 2]
Dopest on the playlist
I ain't on the waitlist
I'm just going in, yo
I'm the newest, I'm the greatest
Started from the bottom, now they're singing my phrases
Work ethic crazy, I grind all the time
Yo, grind outrageous
All my people paid like the paper contagious
On a different level
[?] some dope [?]
Music [?] from the basement
I'm what you waited for
Something for your patience
Doing it for the hustle, for the night and the day shit
Don't back down, bruised up
Yup, with that face slit
Screaming at these haters like, "You motherfuckers ain't shit"
Ice in the bracelets
Tryna get these payslips
Double 'em, triple 'em
Drinks by the cases
Good green blazin'
Fire melting glaciers
Goodness gracious
On that [?], Enrique Iglesias
[Chorus]
This little piggy's crib's made out of bricks, yo
They can huff and puff, but they can't do shit though
This little piggy's crib's made out of bricks, yo
They can huff and puff, but they can't do shit though
This little piggy's crib's made out of bricks, yo
They can huff and puff, but they can't do shit though
This little piggy's crib's made out of bricks, yo
They can huff and puff, but they can't do shit though
[Verse 3]
Kill it, yeah, the flow is guapo
Livin' in the Big Apple
Shock 'em all, leave 'em baffled
Won the raffle, hit the lotto
Party hit, hit the bottle
Mixtape El Dorado
New York with my Cubanos, Africans, Jamaicans
Mexicans, Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, Spanish chicks
Fellas on that [?] shit
On that getting money shit
Tell them that I'm running shit
Always come with something slick
Not about the politics
Time flies, [?] clock [?]
I keep dropping bombs on this
Do it for my moms on this
Have her in a mansion
Feelin' like the one
You can tell by how my pants fit
I'll be on another level
Tell them that they can't sit at my damn table though
The illest, undebatable
Married to the game
Tell them, "Sorry, unavailable"
Do it for the misfits
Give them somewhere they belong
Music for them big booty ho's
Tell them, "Shake it along"
Make 'em clap
[Chorus]
This little piggy's crib's made out of bricks, yo
They can huff and puff, but they can't do shit though
This little piggy's crib's made out of bricks, yo
They can huff and puff, but they can't do shit though
This little piggy's crib's made out of bricks, yo
They can huff and puff, but they can't do shit though
This little piggy's crib's made out of bricks, yo
They can huff and puff, but they can't do shit though
Hope you're ready
This one goes out for the wolves
That think they can actually take my throne, hah
[Chorus]
This little piggy’s crib's made out of bricks, yo
They can huff and puff, but they can't do shit though
This little piggy’s crib's made out of bricks, yo
They can huff and puff, but they can't do shit though
This little piggy's crib's made out of bricks, yo
They can huff and puff, but they can't do shit though
This little piggy's crib's made out of bricks, yo
They can huff and puff, but they can’t do shit though
[Verse 1]
I’m an MC
Yo, I do it for my team, let's go eat
Me, I do more action, less [?]
I get love from the real when I bless beats
I’m laid back, make tracks where the best be
Real freak, give it to you and your bestie
Don't test me, on my chest where that S be
Ballin'! Flexin'! Yes bitch!
[Chorus]
This little piggy’s crib's made out of bricks, yo
They can huff and puff, but they can't do shit though
This little piggy's crib's made out of bricks, yo
They can huff and puff, but they can't do shit though
This little piggy's crib's made out of bricks, yo
They can huff and puff, but they can't do shit though
This little piggy's crib's made out of bricks, yo
They can huff and puff, but they can't do shit though
[Verse 2]
Dopest on the playlist
I ain't on the waitlist
I'm just going in, yo
I'm the newest, I'm the greatest
Started from the bottom, now they're singing my phrases
Work ethic crazy, I grind all the time
Yo, grind outrageous
All my people paid like the paper contagious
On a different level
[?] some dope [?]
Music [?] from the basement
I'm what you waited for
Something for your patience
Doing it for the hustle, for the night and the day shit
Don't back down, bruised up
Yup, with that face slit
Screaming at these haters like, "You motherfuckers ain't shit"
Ice in the bracelets
Tryna get these payslips
Double 'em, triple 'em
Drinks by the cases
Good green blazin'
Fire melting glaciers
Goodness gracious
On that [?], Enrique Iglesias
[Chorus]
This little piggy's crib's made out of bricks, yo
They can huff and puff, but they can't do shit though
This little piggy's crib's made out of bricks, yo
They can huff and puff, but they can't do shit though
This little piggy's crib's made out of bricks, yo
They can huff and puff, but they can't do shit though
This little piggy's crib's made out of bricks, yo
They can huff and puff, but they can't do shit though
[Verse 3]
Kill it, yeah, the flow is guapo
Livin' in the Big Apple
Shock 'em all, leave 'em baffled
Won the raffle, hit the lotto
Party hit, hit the bottle
Mixtape El Dorado
New York with my Cubanos, Africans, Jamaicans
Mexicans, Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, Spanish chicks
Fellas on that [?] shit
On that getting money shit
Tell them that I'm running shit
Always come with something slick
Not about the politics
Time flies, [?] clock [?]
I keep dropping bombs on this
Do it for my moms on this
Have her in a mansion
Feelin' like the one
You can tell by how my pants fit
I'll be on another level
Tell them that they can't sit at my damn table though
The illest, undebatable
Married to the game
Tell them, "Sorry, unavailable"
Do it for the misfits
Give them somewhere they belong
Music for them big booty ho's
Tell them, "Shake it along"
Make 'em clap
[Chorus]
This little piggy's crib's made out of bricks, yo
They can huff and puff, but they can't do shit though
This little piggy's crib's made out of bricks, yo
They can huff and puff, but they can't do shit though
This little piggy's crib's made out of bricks, yo
They can huff and puff, but they can't do shit though
This little piggy's crib's made out of bricks, yo
They can huff and puff, but they can't do shit though