Lyrics

Foreign whips when we swerve in Bad thing yeah she's German Cute thing in the back yeah she's learning Gear box slip yeah it's rubber that we burning Foreign whips when we swerve in Bad thing yeah she's German Cute thing in the back yeah she's learning Gear box slip yeah it's rubber that we burning Gear box slip six speed Trip tronic My brother moving fast like Sonic Fast like Sonic Find me chilling in Armani maybe puma Up in the Stars lunar Yeah I should of done this rap thing sooner But I was busy on the roads making mula Yeah I got the shit to set your mind free spit bars that would make your mind freeze you ain't smoking none of my tree's Vacuum pack Cali no cheese Yeah I'm chilling with the boys yeah the Broski's Remember days on the road with my lonelys I was tryna make some money in the cold g Now she calling up my phone like she know me I want a straight sex thing no huuhh Yeah she love it like this how I hit it like that How she winding them hips ohh how she shake that back How she licking them lips Ohh how she do it like that How she do it like that Hey Bricko where you get a flow like that How you making all that money on the roads like that Been a long time since iv seen a face like that When you get my messages won't you call me back Hey Bricko where you get a flow like that How you making all that money on the roads like that Been a long time since iv seen a face like that When you get my messages won't you call me back Gear box slip six speed trip tronic My brother moving fast like Sonic Fast like Sonic Yeah my pain runs deep and I know the pain will feel this I remember day's on my ones I was tryna get a meal quick belly fully of hunger man I start moving real sick Young kid on my own young kid without a homs Daddy in the ground yeah this kid was all alone But now this kid is a man And I'm back for my own they like who's that knocking yeah it's Bricko for his throne Boy mash up these beats while I spit through the dome Still make a killing in my seat from my mobile phone They never seen an Irish brother with a flow like this You ain't been through the shit try spend a day in my kicks Had to move them packs gymnast doing back flips Cute thing mad tan and she teaching me mad tricks I got your wifey on my snaps and she sending me mad pics Foreign whips when we swerve in Bad thing yeah she's German Cute thing in the back yeah she's learning Gear box slip yeah it's rubber that we burning Foreign whips when we swerve in Bad thing yeah she's German Cute thing in the back yeah she's learning Gear box slip yeah it's rubber that we burning Gear box slip six speed Trip tronic My brother moving fast like Sonic Fast like Sonic Money yeah let me get that Flow yeah let me check that Man im running through all these set backs Me and my brothers we been struggling since wy back Now my finger sore from counting all these bread stacks Came way to far to be turning back Remember nights i used to sleep on the stairs in the flat's Banging out grub for the cash See the blue lights flashing Me and my brothers get the cash in Push bike pedaling Moving weight we were pebbeling Blast your speaker's to this shit Feel the base and the treble then Roll a spliff to this And pour some drink for the loved ones that be missing this Irelands fucking finest Brick music You know whats happening
Writer(s): Christopher Lopez, Brick Eire Brick Eire Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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