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[feat. Slim Dunkin] Thousand bags of that mid shit (hell yea) This that shit that get yo kidz rich (hell yea) Hundred bags of that kush shit (hell yea) This that president bush shit (hell yea) [x2] This that arm on my kush shit My girlfriend think she president bush bitch Hell yea, and I'm gon off that lean shit My brotha duke keep on sendin me that green shit Fuck jail gucci time, and I'm hoodrich I'm in that zone 6, and I throw it like the first pitch My yellow rari, in the front and I parked it A black chick in some heels match the carpet I'm pullin up to the club like I own it Ain't with that bullshit, gucci don't condone it My tolerance get low with the flexxin I woke up bought my main chick a lexus Thousand bags of that mid shit (hell yea) This that shit that get yo kidz rich (hell yea) Hundred bags of that kush shit (hell yea) This that president bush shit (hell yea) [x2] Letras de canciones I be the bricksquad youngin Stankin like a funyan All these otha rap niggas, toed like a bunyan I'm BS and you BS But I'm BRICKSQUAD and you BULLSHIT Pistol like a chapporone We goin on a school trip Places that you neva seen Blowin on that stoopid green Rollin on a stoopid beam Hit the scene in limozine Coke and promthzine Diamonds I'm my pinky ring Nigga wat the fuck u mean Bricksquad dream team I got money to blow, naw I ain't drizzy Money make the world go round, that's why I'm dizzy Standin behind gucc, flock, the like who is it Slim dunkin in this mothafuck Cut the chicken Thousand bags of that mid shit (hell yea) This that shit that get yo kidz rich (hell yea) Hundred bags of that kush shit (hell yea) This that president bush shit (hell yea) [x2] It's big gucci, excuse me while I ball Until my release, my nigga, no lights out Lights out, creep on in silence Why do I pull more violence Wen unviolent While my tatoos smilin To remind me of the time they robbed me, with no problem Now my problems solved, and they rovolvin around all these countries And I'm country, stretch from here to compton, to boldacrest... That's something to those who have nothin No bluffin bricksqaud no cuffin Thousand bags of that mid shit (hell yea) This that shit that get yo kidz rich (hell yea) Hundred bags of that kush shit (hell yea) This that president bush shit (hell yea) [x2] From Letras Mania