[{"id":24016825,"name":"Bricks (feat. Gucci Mane & Rick Ross)","trackName":"Bricks (feat. Gucci Mane & Rick Ross)","artistName":"Alex Veach","albumName":"Bricks (feat. Gucci Mane & Rick Ross)","duration":231.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Rick Ross]\nYou niggas ass backwards out here nigga\nYou’re wedding shouldn’t cost more than your funeral nigga\nBrick in my jeans\nTwo bricks for the ring\nThree bricks for the beamer\nFour ounce promethazine\nBitch I’m a dog\nBitch I’m a boss\nAll you hear is Ally Veach\nWhen that chopper going off\nBrick in my jeans\nTwo bricks for the ring\nThree bricks for the beamer\nFour ounce promethazine\nBitch I’m a dog\nBitch I’m a boss\nAll you hear is Ally Veach\nWhen that chopper going off\n[Gucci Mane]\nBack to the old Gucci, beat it like you stole somethin'\nI'm on the stove top whippin' up a whole somethin'\nStill got my old gun and hundreds from my old runs\nI'm kicking dope in the morning in my long johns\nThick beauty bitch I buy that bitch\nThick by the belly I had to get\nMy wrist cost me twenty bricks\nMy left wrist on some stupid shit\nYour boyfriend on that groupie shit\nGucci Mane of some Frank Lucas shit\nI made one brick turn in two bricks cause I’mma remix it and bring lunatics\nSay got bricks will take them s***s, how many licks did your clique hit\nBarbershop bricks I shave them bricks, all the clean bricks I save them s***s\n1017 we stump them bricks, import bricks and export bricks\nI don't know a half of it\nBut you wanna hold on half of it (Gucci)\n[Rick Ross]\nBrick in my jeans\nTwo bricks for the ring\nThree bricks for the beamer\nFour ounce promethazine\nBitch I’m a dog\nBitch I’m a boss\nAll you hear is Ally Veach\nWhen that chopper going off\n[Alex Veach]\nYeah I got you your special mix\nI cook up your favorite fix\nThis one got that flavor twix\nNow y’all making my daughters rich\nTaking you to a strange abyss\nY’all becoming my dope addicts\nMy click getting with all the licks\nI can manage them real conflicts\nOG veach let’s get it poppin’ all night\nNo time like present just to get your mind right\nBack up off me talk amongst your own kind\nMoney hungry get up, get your own dime\nHelp me find where God exists\nSearch until the next eclipse\nI’m so sick of relationships\nCome to daddy sit on my dick\nBout to make your electronics glitch\nNo such thing as an instant fix\nPerk up and listen I’m throwing the pitch\nFlip those prods and hustle my bricks\n[Rick Ross]\nBrick in my jeans\nTwo bricks for the ring\nThree bricks for the beamer\nFour ounce promethazine\nBitch I’m a dog\nBitch I’m a boss\nAll you hear is Ally Veach\nWhen that chopper going off\n[Alex Veach]\nTake your time to float up high\nNo reason why you going dry\nI got enough for your supply\nYou’ll be set ‘til late July\nHit the link and just click buy\nNo need for you to be shy\nNo time taken to apply\nJust sit back and wait to rise\nBrick in my jeans\nTwo bricks for the ring\nThree bricks for the beamer\nFour ounce promethazine\nBitch I’m a dog\nBitch I’m a boss\nAll you hear is Ally Veach\nWhen that chopper going off\nWhy you always crying do them push ups\nYou plastic perfect bitches gonna destruct\nI’m from New York headed out to the Flux\nThis shit the best, I only like it deluxe\n[Rick Ross]\nBrick in my jeans\nTwo bricks for the ring\nThree bricks for the beamer\nFour ounce promethazine\nBitch I’m a dog\nBitch I’m a boss\nAll you hear is Ally Veach\nWhen that chopper going off","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bricks (feat. 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Gucci Mane & Rick Ross)\n  duration_ms: 231000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Rick Ross]\n  You niggas ass backwards out here nigga\n  You’re wedding shouldn’t cost more than your funeral nigga\n  Brick in my jeans\n  Two bricks for the ring\n  Three bricks for the beamer\n  Four ounce promethazine\n  Bitch I’m a dog\n  Bitch I’m a boss\n  All you hear is Ally Veach\n  When that chopper going off\n  Brick in my jeans\n  Two bricks for the ring\n  Three bricks for the beamer\n  Four ounce promethazine\n  Bitch I’m a dog\n  Bitch I’m a boss\n  All you hear is Ally Veach\n  When that chopper going off\n  [Gucci Mane]\n  Back to the old Gucci, beat it like you stole somethin'\n  I'm on the stove top whippin' up a whole somethin'\n  Still got my old gun and hundreds from my old runs\n  I'm kicking dope in the morning in my long johns\n  Thick beauty bitch I buy that bitch\n  Thick by the belly I had to get\n  My wrist cost me twenty bricks\n  My left wrist on some stupid shit\n  Your boyfriend on that groupie shit\n  Gucci Mane of some Frank Lucas shit\n  I made one brick turn in two bricks cause I’mma remix it and bring lunatics\n  Say got bricks will take them s***s, how many licks did your clique hit\n  Barbershop bricks I shave them bricks, all the clean bricks I save them s***s\n  1017 we stump them bricks, import bricks and export bricks\n  I don't know a half of it\n  But you wanna hold on half of it (Gucci)\n  [Rick Ross]\n  Brick in my jeans\n  Two bricks for the ring\n  Three bricks for the beamer\n  Four ounce promethazine\n  Bitch I’m a dog\n  Bitch I’m a boss\n  All you hear is Ally Veach\n  When that chopper going off\n  [Alex Veach]\n  Yeah I got you your special mix\n  I cook up your favorite fix\n  This one got that flavor twix\n  Now y’all making my daughters rich\n  Taking you to a strange abyss\n  Y’all becoming my dope addicts\n  My click getting with all the licks\n  I can manage them real conflicts\n  OG veach let’s get it poppin’ all night\n  No time like present just to get your mind right\n  Back up off me talk amongst your own kind\n  Money hungry get up, get your own dime\n  Help me find where God exists\n  Search until the next eclipse\n  I’m so sick of relationships\n  Come to daddy sit on my dick\n  Bout to make your electronics glitch\n  No such thing as an instant fix\n  Perk up and listen I’m throwing the pitch\n  Flip those prods and hustle my bricks\n  [Rick Ross]\n  Brick in my jeans\n  Two bricks for the ring\n  Three bricks for the beamer\n  Four ounce promethazine\n  Bitch I’m a dog\n  Bitch I’m a boss\n  All you hear is Ally Veach\n  When that chopper going off\n  [Alex Veach]\n  Take your time to float up high\n  No reason why you going dry\n  I got enough for your supply\n  You’ll be set ‘til late July\n  Hit the link and just click buy\n  No need for you to be shy\n  No time taken to apply\n  Just sit back and wait to rise\n  Brick in my jeans\n  Two bricks for the ring\n  Three bricks for the beamer\n  Four ounce promethazine\n  Bitch I’m a dog\n  Bitch I’m a boss\n  All you hear is Ally Veach\n  When that chopper going off\n  Why you always crying do them push ups\n  You plastic perfect bitches gonna destruct\n  I’m from New York headed out to the Flux\n  This shit the best, I only like it deluxe\n  [Rick Ross]\n  Brick in my jeans\n  Two bricks for the ring\n  Three bricks for the beamer\n  Four ounce promethazine\n  Bitch I’m a dog\n  Bitch I’m a boss\n  All you hear is Ally Veach\n  When that chopper going off\n"},{"id":38997500,"name":"Bricks","trackName":"Bricks","artistName":"Gucci Mane","albumName":"DJ Burn One & Gucci Mane - Chicken Talk","duration":256.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's your boy Yo Gotti, gyeah!\n\nGucci Mane La Flare\nMy nigga Ralph in here\nZaytoven on the beat, nigga\nAnd it's a street-nigga holiday\nMy Nigga D.J Holiday, gyeah!\nAll-white bricks\nOff-white bricks\nLight-tan bricks\nJust hit a lick for 50 more bricks\n\nBalling like a bitch with all these bricks\nBricks!\n36 zips\nThat's a whole chick\nWant a bad bitch? Gotta have bricks\nYeah that makes sense\nYeah, I make hits\nBut I still take bricks\nSo Icy C.E.O., I'm a fool with the snow\nThey think I'm putting VVS jewels in the coke\nMy watch a cool hundred, Paint-job a cold 20\nAnd after this flip, I'm quitting the trap cold-turkey... psych!\nThe pack in and I'm working\nDrought season in, charged your ass a whole 30\n\nBut right now you can get it for a low number\nThe fish scale white: same color my Hummer\nZone-6 polar bears never see Summer\nIt's Winter all year cause the birds fly under\n95 Air Max cause I'm a dope runner\nI'm ballin' like an athlete but got no jumper\nBricks!\nAll-white bricks\nOff-white bricks\nLight-tan bricks\nJust hit a lick for 50 more bricks\nBalling like a bitch with all these bricks\nBricks!\n\n36 zips\nThat's a whole chick\nWant a bad bitch? Gotta have bricks\nYeah that makes sense\nYeah, I make hits\nBut I still take bricks\nI'm like a waitress in the trap: I've got something to serve\nThat's 16 bars, same price for a bird\nWhat you need, a bird? Or a couple pounds?\nI'm on Cleveland Ave... you know my side of town\nSo many bricks I can build my own apartment\nYou better check when you come in my department\nYes I break em down and I sell em whole\nTry me, watch your whole crew fall like some dominoes\nI got a trap house and a trap car\n\n100, 000 off a cap: that's a trapstar\nAll this smoke got me feeling real nauseous\nRiding with them bricks got me feeling real cautious\nBricks!\nAll-white bricks\nOff-white bricks\nLight-tan bricks\nJust hit a lick for 50 more bricks\nBalling like a bitch with all these bricks\nBricks!\n36 zips\nThat's a whole chick\nWant a bad bitch? Gotta have bricks\nYeah that makes sense\nYeah, I make hits\n\nBut I still take bricks\nTony Montana: \"All I have in this world\"\nIs my 100-round chopper and my white girl\nOil-based bricks, shit hard to cook\nCall the plug back, tell him he got took\nKnow what that mean, the shit free\nThat means none for him and more for me\nI took something, I'm gutter bitch\nDon't trust me dogg, this that North Memphis shit\nOld-school new Porsche\nCouple choppers just in case they wanna go to war\nBricks, aka my best friend\n28 inch rims: call em \"grown men\"\nDope stepped on, call it \"step-child\nI got that Slim Shady, we call it \"8 Mile\"\nI'm from North Memphis, Watkins and Brown\nGotti Street and nigga, that's my brick house","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.42]It's your boy Yo Gotti, gyeah!\n[00:07.32]Gucci Mane La Flare\n[00:11.75]My nigga Ralph in here\n[00:15.02]Zaytoven on the beat, nigga\n[00:18.26]And it's a street-nigga holiday\n[00:20.80]My Nigga D.J Holiday, gyeah!\n[00:26.39]All-white bricks\n[00:29.55]Off-white bricks\n[00:31.08]Light-tan bricks\n[00:33.09]Just hit a lick for 50 more bricks\n[00:36.45]Balling like a bitch with all these bricks\n[00:38.94]Bricks!\n[00:40.44]36 zips\n[00:42.94]That's a whole chick\n[00:44.14]Want a bad bitch? Gotta have bricks\n[00:47.18]Yeah that makes sense\n[00:48.84]Yeah, I make hits\n[00:50.41]But I still take bricks\n[00:52.57]So Icy C.E.O., I'm a fool with the snow\n[00:54.62]They think I'm putting VVS jewels in the coke\n[00:57.82]My watch a cool hundred, Paint-job a cold 20\n[01:01.24]And after this flip, I'm quitting the trap cold-turkey... psych!\n[01:05.46]The pack in and I'm working\n[01:07.97]Drought season in, charged your ass a whole 30\n[01:10.69]But right now you can get it for a low number\n[01:14.18]The fish scale white: same color my Hummer\n[01:17.43]Zone-6 polar bears never see Summer\n[01:20.62]It's Winter all year cause the birds fly under\n[01:23.98]95 Air Max cause I'm a dope runner\n[01:27.08]I'm ballin' like an athlete but got no jumper\n[01:30.40]Bricks!\n[01:32.00]All-white bricks\n[01:34.16]Off-white bricks\n[01:35.63]Light-tan bricks\n[01:37.36]Just hit a lick for 50 more bricks\n[01:40.62]Balling like a bitch with all these bricks\n[01:43.85]Bricks!\n[01:45.15]36 zips\n[01:47.08]That's a whole chick\n[01:48.67]Want a bad bitch? Gotta have bricks\n[01:51.96]Yeah that makes sense\n[01:53.67]Yeah, I make hits\n[01:55.46]But I still take bricks\n[01:57.12]I'm like a waitress in the trap: I've got something to serve\n[01:59.91]That's 16 bars, same price for a bird\n[02:03.15]What you need, a bird? Or a couple pounds?\n[02:06.54]I'm on Cleveland Ave... you know my side of town\n[02:09.88]So many bricks I can build my own apartment\n[02:12.85]You better check when you come in my department\n[02:16.09]Yes I break em down and I sell em whole\n[02:19.43]Try me, watch your whole crew fall like some dominoes\n[02:22.58]I got a trap house and a trap car\n[02:25.93]100, 000 off a cap: that's a trapstar\n[02:29.08]All this smoke got me feeling real nauseous\n[02:32.26]Riding with them bricks got me feeling real cautious\n[02:35.63]Bricks!\n[02:37.37]All-white bricks\n[02:39.07]Off-white bricks\n[02:40.55]Light-tan bricks\n[02:41.97]Just hit a lick for 50 more bricks\n[02:45.46]Balling like a bitch with all these bricks\n[02:48.65]Bricks!\n[02:50.36]36 zips\n[02:52.22]That's a whole chick\n[02:53.89]Want a bad bitch? Gotta have bricks\n[02:56.73]Yeah that makes sense\n[02:58.35]Yeah, I make hits\n[03:00.14]But I still take bricks\n[03:02.08]Tony Montana: \"All I have in this world\"\n[03:04.63]Is my 100-round chopper and my white girl\n[03:08.02]Oil-based bricks, shit hard to cook\n[03:11.44]Call the plug back, tell him he got took\n[03:14.50]Know what that mean, the shit free\n[03:17.78]That means none for him and more for me\n[03:20.97]I took something, I'm gutter bitch\n[03:24.22]Don't trust me dogg, this that North Memphis shit\n[03:27.43]Old-school new Porsche\n[03:31.52]Couple choppers just in case they wanna go to war\n[03:35.31]Bricks, aka my best friend\n[03:37.39]28 inch rims: call em \"grown men\"\n[03:40.31]Dope stepped on, call it \"step-child\n[03:43.83]I got that Slim Shady, we call it \"8 Mile\"\n[03:47.07]I'm from North Memphis, Watkins and Brown\n[03:50.25]Gotti Street and nigga, that's my brick house\n[03:53.52]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bricks\n  artist: Gucci Mane\n  album: DJ Burn One & Gucci Mane - Chicken Talk\n  duration_ms: 256000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: It's your boy Yo Gotti, gyeah!\n  start_ms: 2420\n  end_ms: 7320\n- text: Gucci Mane La Flare\n  start_ms: 7320\n  end_ms: 11750\n- text: My nigga Ralph in here\n  start_ms: 11750\n  end_ms: 15020\n- text: Zaytoven on the beat, nigga\n  start_ms: 15020\n  end_ms: 18260\n- text: And it's a street-nigga holiday\n  start_ms: 18260\n  end_ms: 20800\n- text: My Nigga D.J Holiday, gyeah!\n  start_ms: 20800\n  end_ms: 26390\n- text: All-white bricks\n  start_ms: 26390\n  end_ms: 29550\n- text: Off-white bricks\n  start_ms: 29550\n  end_ms: 31080\n- text: Light-tan bricks\n  start_ms: 31080\n  end_ms: 33090\n- text: Just hit a lick for 50 more bricks\n  start_ms: 33090\n  end_ms: 36450\n- text: Balling like a bitch with all these bricks\n  start_ms: 36450\n  end_ms: 38940\n- text: Bricks!\n  start_ms: 38940\n  end_ms: 40440\n- text: 36 zips\n  start_ms: 40440\n  end_ms: 42940\n- text: That's a whole chick\n  start_ms: 42940\n  end_ms: 44140\n- text: Want a bad bitch? 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Gotta have bricks\n  Yeah that makes sense\n  Yeah, I make hits\n  But I still take bricks\n  So Icy C.E.O., I'm a fool with the snow\n  They think I'm putting VVS jewels in the coke\n  My watch a cool hundred, Paint-job a cold 20\n  And after this flip, I'm quitting the trap cold-turkey... psych!\n  The pack in and I'm working\n  Drought season in, charged your ass a whole 30\n\n  But right now you can get it for a low number\n  The fish scale white: same color my Hummer\n  Zone-6 polar bears never see Summer\n  It's Winter all year cause the birds fly under\n  95 Air Max cause I'm a dope runner\n  I'm ballin' like an athlete but got no jumper\n  Bricks!\n  All-white bricks\n  Off-white bricks\n  Light-tan bricks\n  Just hit a lick for 50 more bricks\n  Balling like a bitch with all these bricks\n  Bricks!\n\n  36 zips\n  That's a whole chick\n  Want a bad bitch? Gotta have bricks\n  Yeah that makes sense\n  Yeah, I make hits\n  But I still take bricks\n  I'm like a waitress in the trap: I've got something to serve\n  That's 16 bars, same price for a bird\n  What you need, a bird? Or a couple pounds?\n  I'm on Cleveland Ave... you know my side of town\n  So many bricks I can build my own apartment\n  You better check when you come in my department\n  Yes I break em down and I sell em whole\n  Try me, watch your whole crew fall like some dominoes\n  I got a trap house and a trap car\n\n  100, 000 off a cap: that's a trapstar\n  All this smoke got me feeling real nauseous\n  Riding with them bricks got me feeling real cautious\n  Bricks!\n  All-white bricks\n  Off-white bricks\n  Light-tan bricks\n  Just hit a lick for 50 more bricks\n  Balling like a bitch with all these bricks\n  Bricks!\n  36 zips\n  That's a whole chick\n  Want a bad bitch? Gotta have bricks\n  Yeah that makes sense\n  Yeah, I make hits\n\n  But I still take bricks\n  Tony Montana: \"All I have in this world\"\n  Is my 100-round chopper and my white girl\n  Oil-based bricks, shit hard to cook\n  Call the plug back, tell him he got took\n  Know what that mean, the shit free\n  That means none for him and more for me\n  I took something, I'm gutter bitch\n  Don't trust me dogg, this that North Memphis shit\n  Old-school new Porsche\n  Couple choppers just in case they wanna go to war\n  Bricks, aka my best friend\n  28 inch rims: call em \"grown men\"\n  Dope stepped on, call it \"step-child\n  I got that Slim Shady, we call it \"8 Mile\"\n  I'm from North Memphis, Watkins and Brown\n  Gotti Street and nigga, that's my brick house\n"},{"id":6493642,"name":"Free Bricks","trackName":"Free Bricks","artistName":"Gucci Mane","albumName":"Free Bricks 2","duration":207.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Free bricks, free bricks\nServe you with one eye open – Slick Rick\nFree bricks, free bricks\nYoung Scooter Gucci Mane talking real' slick\n\n()\nOn everything the streets will never be the same\nPetty niggas snitching just for pocket change\nI rearrange the game and build my own lane\nI'm all about the money motherfuck the fame\nI came up with a hustle, made myself a star\nI was 20 years old with three foreign cars\nLight house, 20 000 work for real diamonds\nWasn't in the rap game, in the streets grindin'\nScooter took over and they don't like that\nYou think I should you tell the folks the day I sold you that\nBut I ain't sold you none nigga, I drilled you out of set\nFrom San Diego to Atlanta I got flying pass\n\nFree bricks, free bricks\nServe you with one eye open – Slick Rick\nFree bricks, free bricks\nYoung Scooter Gucci Mane talking real' slick\n\n()\nRIP to my old whips, all my cars got pink shit\nNo shoppin' that sacks filled 'cause she eat a dick like real too\nTakin' hoes on field trips, do you know I pay 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 On everything the streets will never be the same\n  Petty niggas snitching just for pocket change\n  I rearrange the game and build my own lane\n  I'm all about the money motherfuck the fame\n  I came up with a hustle, made myself a star\n  I was 20 years old with three foreign cars\n  Light house, 20 000 work for real diamonds\n  Wasn't in the rap game, in the streets grindin'\n  Scooter took over and they don't like that\n  You think I should you tell the folks the day I sold you that\n  But I ain't sold you none nigga, I drilled you out of set\n  From San Diego to Atlanta I got flying pass\n\n  Free bricks, free bricks\n  Serve you with one eye open – Slick Rick\n  Free bricks, free bricks\n  Young Scooter Gucci Mane talking real' slick\n\n  ()\n  RIP to my old whips, all my cars got pink shit\n  No shoppin' that sacks filled 'cause she eat a dick like real too\n  Takin' hoes on field trips, do you know I pay lil' get\n  All my hoes Sicilian, driving seat the million\n  I got 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same\nPetty niggas snitching just for pocket change\nI rearrange the game and build my own lane\nI'm all about the money motherfuck the fame\nI came up with a hustle, made myself a star\nI was 20 years old with three foreign cars\nLight house, 20 000 work for real diamonds\nWasn't in the rap game, in the streets grindin'\nScooter took over and they don't like that\nYou think I should you tell the folks the day I sold you that\nBut I ain't sold you none nigga, I drilled you out of set\nFrom San Diego to Atlanta I got flying pass\n\nFree bricks, free bricks\nServe you with one eye open – Slick Rick\nFree bricks, free bricks\nYoung Scooter Gucci Mane talking real' slick\n\n()\nRIP to my old whips, all my cars got pink shit\nNo shoppin' that sacks filled 'cause she eat a dick like real too\nTakin' hoes on field trips, do you know I pay lil' get\nAll my hoes Sicilian, driving seat the million\nI got money, I sold diamonds\nI miss learning, ain't shit funny\nTake youngins with 10 talents and niggas can't take shit from them\nCutthroat on this on it, try me – you get punished\nKick door, your bitch mad but you get cut and I get gutta\nBack down from no one, got one and I got one\nTake one to know one get shot down for my shotgun\nAmigos we trick those, kilos we miss those\nRobin Hood, on the 6th, I got Free Bricks for my clique fool\n\nFree bricks, free bricks\nServe you with one eye open – Slick Rick\nFree bricks, free bricks\nYoung Scooter Gucci Mane talking real' slick","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Free Bricks\n  artist: Gucci Mane\n  album: Free Bricks 2\n  duration_ms: 178353\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Free bricks, free bricks\n  Serve you with one eye open – Slick Rick\n  Free bricks, free bricks\n  Young Scooter Gucci Mane talking real' slick\n\n  ()\n  On everything the streets will never be the same\n  Petty niggas snitching just for pocket change\n  I rearrange the game and build my own lane\n  I'm all 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me – you get punished\n  Kick door, your bitch mad but you get cut and I get gutta\n  Back down from no one, got one and I got one\n  Take one to know one get shot down for my shotgun\n  Amigos we trick those, kilos we miss those\n  Robin Hood, on the 6th, I got Free Bricks for my clique fool\n\n  Free bricks, free bricks\n  Serve you with one eye open – Slick Rick\n  Free bricks, free bricks\n  Young Scooter Gucci Mane talking real' slick\n"},{"id":36648848,"name":"Free Bricks","trackName":"Free Bricks","artistName":"Gucci Mane","albumName":"Free Bricks 2","duration":168.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Free bricks, free bricks\nServe you with one eye open – Slick Rick\nFree bricks, free bricks\nYoung Scooter Gucci Mane talking real' slick\n\n()\nOn everything the streets will never be the same\nPetty niggas snitching just for pocket change\nI rearrange the game and build my own lane\nI'm all about the money motherfuck the fame\nI came up with a hustle, made 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one and I got one\nTake one to know one get shot down for my shotgun\nAmigos we trick those, kilos we miss those\nRobin Hood, on the 6th, I got Free Bricks for my clique fool\n\nFree bricks, free bricks\nServe you with one eye open – Slick Rick\nFree bricks, free bricks\nYoung Scooter Gucci Mane talking real' slick","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Free Bricks\n  artist: Gucci Mane\n  album: Free Bricks 2\n  duration_ms: 168000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Free bricks, free bricks\n  Serve you with one eye open – Slick Rick\n  Free bricks, free bricks\n  Young Scooter Gucci Mane talking real' slick\n\n  ()\n  On everything the streets will never be the same\n  Petty niggas snitching just for pocket change\n  I rearrange the game and build my own lane\n  I'm all about the money motherfuck the fame\n  I came up with a hustle, made myself a star\n  I was 20 years old with three foreign cars\n  Light house, 20 000 work for real 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down for my shotgun\n  Amigos we trick those, kilos we miss those\n  Robin Hood, on the 6th, I got Free Bricks for my clique fool\n\n  Free bricks, free bricks\n  Serve you with one eye open – Slick Rick\n  Free bricks, free bricks\n  Young Scooter Gucci Mane talking real' slick\n"},{"id":13441589,"name":"Gucci Terintino","trackName":"Gucci Terintino","artistName":"Gucci Mane","albumName":"Free Bricks","duration":134.269388,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I told you grind and go hard, don't even play with the deal\nThe bitch so fine I stay away from the chick\nHer ass so fat I gotta pay for the shit\nNo lies, she's so bad you take a trip with the bitch\nWhite girl in the bedroom pillow talk in this shit\nMichael Jackson, chest of diamonds, moonwalk in this shit\nShe got some hips bigger than a hippopotamus ape\nTryna put the dick all in yo esophagus babe\nShe second week, oh get some barbs, I said let's eat on the way\nI'm tryna leave a good impression, bitch 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fault, fault?\n  She feelin us so she think that she so turnt up\n  I told er get er shit and get out my house\n  Gucci Gucci, that's my motherfuckin dog\n  BSN, going hard, we be putting on\n  Woo Da Kid thuggin like the '94 Pac\n  100 round drum, bug got 94 shots\n  Diamonds got me turnt, yo bitch on my dick\n  Everything squad baby, everything brick\n  We be going hard nigga, we be on our shit\n  Brand new 40 with a stupid rubber grip\n  I be on my grind, swear you niggas over with\n  Brick Squad all foreign, we exposin shit\n  My pockets so dumb that I can't walk\n  If we ain't speakin money then it ain't no need to talk, Squad!\n\n  Gucci Gucci, that's my motherfuckin dog\n  BSN, going hard, we be putting on\n  Woo Da Kid thuggin like the '94 Pac\n  100 round drum, bug got 94 shots\n  Diamonds got me turnt, yo bitch on my dick\n  Everything squad baby, everything brick\n  We be going hard nigga, we be on our shit\n  Brand new 40 with a stupid rubber grip\n  I be on my grind, swear 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Gotta have bricks\nYeah that makes sense\nYeah, I make hits\nBut I still take bricks\nSo Icy C.E.O., I'm a fool with the snow\nThey think I'm putting VVS jewels in the coke\nMy watch a cool hundred, Paint-job a cold 20\nAnd after this flip, I'm quitting the trap cold-turkey... psych!\nThe pack in and I'm working\nDrought season in, charged your ass a whole 30\n\nBut right now you can get it for a low number\nThe fish scale white: same color my Hummer\nZone-6 polar bears never see Summer\nIt's Winter all year cause the birds fly under\n95 Air Max cause I'm a dope runner\nI'm ballin' like an athlete but got no jumper\nBricks!\nAll-white bricks\nOff-white bricks\nLight-tan bricks\nJust hit a lick for 50 more bricks\nBalling like a bitch with all these bricks\nBricks!\n\n36 zips\nThat's a whole chick\nWant a bad bitch? Gotta have bricks\nYeah that makes sense\nYeah, I make hits\nBut I still take bricks\nI'm like a waitress in the trap: I've got something to serve\nThat's 16 bars, same price for a bird\nWhat you need, a bird? Or a couple pounds?\nI'm on Cleveland Ave... you know my side of town\nSo many bricks I can build my own apartment\nYou better check when you come in my department\nYes I break em down and I sell em whole\nTry me, watch your whole crew fall like some dominoes\nI got a trap house and a trap car\n\n100, 000 off a cap: that's a trapstar\nAll this smoke got me feeling real nauseous\nRiding with them bricks got me feeling real cautious\nBricks!\nAll-white bricks\nOff-white bricks\nLight-tan bricks\nJust hit a lick for 50 more bricks\nBalling like a bitch with all these bricks\nBricks!\n36 zips\nThat's a whole chick\nWant a bad bitch? Gotta have bricks\nYeah that makes sense\nYeah, I make hits\n\nBut I still take bricks\nTony Montana: \"All I have in this world\"\nIs my 100-round chopper and my white girl\nOil-based bricks, shit hard to cook\nCall the plug back, tell him he got took\nKnow what that mean, the shit free\nThat means none for him and more for me\nI took something, I'm gutter bitch\nDon't trust me dogg, this that North Memphis shit\nOld-school new Porsche\nCouple choppers just in case they wanna go to war\nBricks, aka my best friend\n28 inch rims: call em \"grown men\"\nDope stepped on, call it \"step-child\nI got that Slim Shady, we call it \"8 Mile\"\nI'm from North Memphis, Watkins and Brown\nGotti Street and nigga, that's my brick house","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.42] It's your boy Yo Gotti, gyeah!\n[00:07.32] Gucci Mane La Flare\n[00:11.75] My nigga Ralph in here\n[00:15.02] Zaytoven on the beat, nigga\n[00:18.26] And it's a street-nigga holiday\n[00:20.80] My Nigga D.J Holiday, gyeah!\n[00:26.39] All-white bricks\n[00:29.55] Off-white bricks\n[00:31.08] Light-tan bricks\n[00:33.09] Just hit a lick for 50 more bricks\n[00:36.45] Balling like a bitch with all these bricks\n[00:38.94] Bricks!\n[00:40.44] 36 zips\n[00:42.94] That's a whole chick\n[00:44.14] Want a bad bitch? Gotta have bricks\n[00:47.18] Yeah that makes sense\n[00:48.84] Yeah, I make hits\n[00:50.41] But I still take bricks\n[00:52.57] So Icy C.E.O., I'm a fool with the snow\n[00:54.62] They think I'm putting VVS jewels in the coke\n[00:57.82] My watch a cool hundred, Paint-job a cold 20\n[01:01.24] And after this flip, I'm quitting the trap cold-turkey... psych!\n[01:05.46] The pack in and I'm working\n[01:07.97] Drought season in, charged your ass a whole 30\n[01:10.69] But right now you can get it for a low number\n[01:14.18] The fish scale white: same color my Hummer\n[01:17.43] Zone-6 polar bears never see Summer\n[01:20.62] It's Winter all year cause the birds fly under\n[01:23.98] 95 Air Max cause I'm a dope runner\n[01:27.08] I'm ballin' like an athlete but got no jumper\n[01:30.40] Bricks!\n[01:32.00] All-white bricks\n[01:34.16] Off-white bricks\n[01:35.63] Light-tan bricks\n[01:37.36] Just hit a lick for 50 more bricks\n[01:40.62] Balling like a bitch with all these bricks\n[01:43.85] Bricks!\n[01:45.15] 36 zips\n[01:47.08] That's a whole chick\n[01:48.67] Want a bad bitch? Gotta have bricks\n[01:51.96] Yeah that makes sense\n[01:53.67] Yeah, I make hits\n[01:55.46] But I still take bricks\n[01:57.12] I'm like a waitress in the trap: I've got something to serve\n[01:59.91] That's 16 bars, same price for a bird\n[02:03.15] What you need, a bird? 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Gotta have bricks\n  Yeah that makes sense\n  Yeah, I make hits\n  But I still take bricks\n  So Icy C.E.O., I'm a fool with the snow\n  They think I'm putting VVS jewels in the coke\n  My watch a cool hundred, paint-job a cold 20\n  And after this flip, I'm quitting the trap cold-turkey, psych!\n  The pack in and I'm working\n  Drought season in, charged your ass a whole 30\n  But right now you can get it for a low number\n  This fish scale white, same color my Hummer\n  Zone-6 polar bears never see Summer\n  It's Winter all year 'cause the birds fly under\n  95 Air Max 'cause I'm a dope runner\n  I'm ballin' like an athlete but got no jumper\n  Bricks!\n  All-white bricks\n  Off-white bricks\n  Light-tan bricks\n  Just hit a lick for 50 more bricks\n  Balling like a bitch with all these bricks\n  Bricks!\n  36 zips\n  That's a whole chick\n  Want a bad bitch? 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Gotta have bricks\n[00:47.18] Yeah that makes sense\n[00:48.84] Yeah, I make hits\n[00:50.41] But I still take bricks\n[00:52.57] So Icy C.E.O., I'm a fool with the snow\n[00:54.62] They think I'm putting VVS jewels in the coke\n[00:57.82] My watch a cool hundred, Paint-job a cold 20\n[01:01.24] And after this flip, I'm quitting the trap cold-turkey... psych!\n[01:05.46] The pack in and I'm working\n[01:07.97] Drought season in, charged your ass a whole 30\n[01:10.69] But right now you can get it for a low number\n[01:14.18] The fish scale white: same color my Hummer\n[01:17.43] Zone-6 polar bears never see Summer\n[01:20.62] It's Winter all year cause the birds fly under\n[01:23.98] 95 Air Max cause I'm a dope runner\n[01:27.08] I'm ballin' like an athlete but got no jumper\n[01:30.40] Bricks!\n[01:32.00] All-white bricks\n[01:34.16] Off-white bricks\n[01:35.63] Light-tan bricks\n[01:37.36] Just hit a lick for 50 more bricks\n[01:40.62] Balling like a bitch with all these bricks\n[01:43.85] Bricks!\n[01:45.15] 36 zips\n[01:47.08] That's a whole chick\n[01:48.67] Want a bad bitch? Gotta have bricks\n[01:51.96] Yeah that makes sense\n[01:53.67] Yeah, I make hits\n[01:55.46] But I still take bricks\n[01:57.12] I'm like a waitress in the trap: I've got something to serve\n[01:59.91] That's 16 bars, same price for a bird\n[02:03.15] What you need, a bird? 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Gotta have bricks\n[00:47.18] Yeah that makes sense\n[00:48.84] Yeah, I make hits\n[00:50.41] But I still take bricks\n[00:52.57] So Icy C.E.O., I'm a fool with the snow\n[00:54.62] They think I'm putting VVS jewels in the coke\n[00:57.82] My watch a cool hundred, Paint-job a cold 20\n[01:01.24] And after this flip, I'm quitting the trap cold-turkey... psych!\n[01:05.46] The pack in and I'm working\n[01:07.97] Drought season in, charged your ass a whole 30\n[01:10.69] But right now you can get it for a low number\n[01:14.18] The fish scale white: same color my Hummer\n[01:17.43] Zone-6 polar bears never see Summer\n[01:20.62] It's Winter all year cause the birds fly under\n[01:23.98] 95 Air Max cause I'm a dope runner\n[01:27.08] I'm ballin' like an athlete but got no jumper\n[01:30.40] Bricks!\n[01:32.00] All-white bricks\n[01:34.16] Off-white bricks\n[01:35.63] Light-tan bricks\n[01:37.36] Just hit a lick for 50 more bricks\n[01:40.62] Balling like a bitch with all these bricks\n[01:43.85] Bricks!\n[01:45.15] 36 zips\n[01:47.08] That's a whole chick\n[01:48.67] Want a bad bitch? 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Gotta have bricks\nYeah that makes sense\nYeah, I make hits\nBut I still take bricks\n\nSo Icy C.E.O., I'm a fool with the snow\nThey think I'm putting VVS jewels in the coke\nMy watch a cool hundred, paint-job a cold 20\nAnd after this flip, I'm quitting the trap cold-turkey, psych!\nThe pack in and I'm working\nDrought season in, charged your ass a whole 30\nBut right now you can get it for a low number\nThis fish scale white, same color my Hummer\nZone-6 polar bears never see Summer\nIt's Winter all year 'cause the birds fly under\n95 Air Max 'cause I'm a dope runner\nI'm ballin' like an athlete but got no jumper\n\nBricks!\nAll-white bricks\nOff-white bricks\nLight-tan bricks\nJust hit a lick for 50 more bricks\nBalling like a bitch with all these bricks\nBricks!\n36 zips\nThat's a whole chick\nWant a bad bitch? Gotta have bricks\nYeah that makes sense\nYeah, I make hits\nBut I still take bricks\n\nI'm like a waitress in the trap, I've got something to serve\nThat's 16 bars, same price for a bird\nWhat you need, a bird? Or a couple pounds?\nI'm on Cleveland Ave, you know my side of town\nSo many bricks I can build my own apartment\nYou better check when you come in my department\nYes I break 'em down and I sell 'em whole\nTry me, watch your whole crew fall like some dominoes\nI got a trap house and a trap car\n100, 000 off a cap, that's a trapstar\nAll this smoke got me feeling real nauseous\nRiding with them bricks got me feeling real cautious\n\nBricks!\nAll-white bricks\nOff-white bricks\nLight-tan bricks\nJust hit a lick for 50 more bricks\nBalling like a bitch with all these bricks\nBricks!\n36 zips\nThat's a whole chick\nWant a bad bitch? Gotta have bricks\nYeah that makes sense\nYeah, I make hits\nBut I still take bricks\n\nTony Montana: \"All I have in this world\"\nIs my 100-round chopper and my white girl\nOil-based bricks, shit hard to cook\nCall the plug back, tell him he got took\nKnow what that mean, the shit free\nThat means none for him and more for me\nI took something, I'm gutter bitch\nDon't trust me dogg, this that North Memphis shit\nOld-school, new Porsche\nCouple choppers just in case they wanna go to war\nBricks, A.K.A. my best friend\n28 inch rims, call 'em \"grown men\"\nDope stepped on, call it \"step-child\nI got that Slim Shady, we call it \"8 Mile\"\nI'm from North Memphis, Watkins and Brown\nGotti Street and nigga, that's my brick house\n\nBricks!\nAll-white bricks\nOff-white bricks\nLight-tan bricks\nJust hit a lick for 50 more bricks\nBalling like a bitch with all these bricks\nBricks!\n36 zips\nThat's a whole chick\nWant a bad bitch? Gotta have bricks\nYeah that makes sense\nYeah, I make hits\nBut I still take bricks","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Choppers & Bricks\n  artist: Gucci Mane & B․G․\n  album: Choppers & Bricks\n  duration_ms: 186000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It's your boy Yo Gotti, gyeah!\n  Gucci Mane La Flare\n  My nigga Ralph in here\n  Zaytoven on the beat, nigga\n  And it's a street-nigga holiday\n  My nigga DJ Holiday, gyeah!\n\n  Bricks!\n  All-white bricks\n  Off-white bricks\n  Light-tan bricks\n  Just hit a lick for 50 more bricks\n  Balling like a bitch with all these bricks\n  Bricks!\n  36 zips\n  That's a whole chick\n  Want a bad bitch? Gotta have bricks\n  Yeah that makes sense\n  Yeah, I make hits\n  But I still take bricks\n\n  So Icy C.E.O., I'm a fool with the snow\n  They think I'm putting VVS jewels in the coke\n  My watch a cool hundred, paint-job a cold 20\n  And after this flip, I'm quitting the trap cold-turkey, psych!\n  The pack in and I'm working\n  Drought season in, charged your ass a whole 30\n  But right now you can get it for a low number\n  This fish scale white, same color my Hummer\n  Zone-6 polar bears never see Summer\n  It's Winter all year 'cause the birds fly under\n  95 Air Max 'cause I'm a dope runner\n  I'm ballin' like an athlete but got no jumper\n\n  Bricks!\n  All-white bricks\n  Off-white bricks\n  Light-tan bricks\n  Just hit a lick for 50 more bricks\n  Balling like a bitch with all these bricks\n  Bricks!\n  36 zips\n  That's a whole chick\n  Want a bad bitch? Gotta have bricks\n  Yeah that makes sense\n  Yeah, I make hits\n  But I still take bricks\n\n  I'm like a waitress in the trap, I've got something to serve\n  That's 16 bars, same price for a bird\n  What you need, a bird? Or a couple pounds?\n  I'm on Cleveland Ave, you know my side of town\n  So many bricks I can build my own apartment\n  You better check when you come in my department\n  Yes I break 'em down and I sell 'em whole\n  Try me, watch your whole crew fall like some dominoes\n  I got a trap house and a trap car\n  100, 000 off a cap, that's a trapstar\n  All this smoke got me feeling real nauseous\n  Riding with them bricks got me feeling real cautious\n\n  Bricks!\n  All-white bricks\n  Off-white bricks\n  Light-tan bricks\n  Just hit a lick for 50 more bricks\n  Balling like a bitch with all these bricks\n  Bricks!\n  36 zips\n  That's a whole chick\n  Want a bad bitch? Gotta have bricks\n  Yeah that makes sense\n  Yeah, I make hits\n  But I still take bricks\n\n  Tony Montana: \"All I have in this world\"\n  Is my 100-round chopper and my white girl\n  Oil-based bricks, shit hard to cook\n  Call the plug back, tell him he got took\n  Know what that mean, the shit free\n  That means none for him and more for me\n  I took something, I'm gutter bitch\n  Don't trust me dogg, this that North Memphis shit\n  Old-school, new Porsche\n  Couple choppers just in case they wanna go to war\n  Bricks, A.K.A. my best friend\n  28 inch rims, call 'em \"grown men\"\n  Dope stepped on, call it \"step-child\n  I got that Slim Shady, we call it \"8 Mile\"\n  I'm from North Memphis, Watkins and Brown\n  Gotti Street and nigga, that's my brick house\n\n  Bricks!\n  All-white bricks\n  Off-white bricks\n  Light-tan bricks\n  Just hit a lick for 50 more bricks\n  Balling like a bitch with all these bricks\n  Bricks!\n  36 zips\n  That's a whole chick\n  Want a bad bitch? Gotta have bricks\n  Yeah that makes sense\n  Yeah, I make hits\n  But I still take bricks\n"},{"id":21586163,"name":"Choppers & Bricks","trackName":"Choppers & Bricks","artistName":"Gucci Mane & B․G․","albumName":"Choppers & Bricks","duration":423.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's your boy Yo Gotti, gyeah!\nGucci Mane La Flare\nMy nigga Ralph in here\nZaytoven on the beat, nigga\nAnd it's a street-nigga holiday\nMy nigga DJ Holiday, gyeah!\n\nBricks!\nAll-white bricks\nOff-white bricks\nLight-tan bricks\nJust hit a lick for 50 more bricks\nBalling like a bitch with all these bricks\nBricks!\n36 zips\nThat's a whole chick\nWant a bad bitch? Gotta have bricks\nYeah that makes sense\nYeah, I make hits\nBut I still take bricks\n\nSo Icy C.E.O., I'm a fool with the snow\nThey think I'm putting VVS jewels in the coke\nMy watch a cool hundred, paint-job a cold 20\nAnd after this flip, I'm quitting the trap cold-turkey, psych!\nThe pack in and I'm working\nDrought season in, charged your ass a whole 30\nBut right now you can get it for a low number\nThis fish scale white, same color my Hummer\nZone-6 polar bears never see Summer\nIt's Winter all year 'cause the birds fly under\n95 Air Max 'cause I'm a dope runner\nI'm ballin' like an athlete but got no jumper\n\nBricks!\nAll-white bricks\nOff-white bricks\nLight-tan bricks\nJust hit a lick for 50 more bricks\nBalling like a bitch with all these bricks\nBricks!\n36 zips\nThat's a whole chick\nWant a bad bitch? Gotta have bricks\nYeah that makes sense\nYeah, I make hits\nBut I still take bricks\n\nI'm like a waitress in the trap, I've got something to serve\nThat's 16 bars, same price for a bird\nWhat you need, a bird? Or a couple pounds?\nI'm on Cleveland Ave, you know my side of town\nSo many bricks I can build my own apartment\nYou better check when you come in my department\nYes I break 'em down and I sell 'em whole\nTry me, watch your whole crew fall like some dominoes\nI got a trap house and a trap car\n100, 000 off a cap, that's a trapstar\nAll this smoke got me feeling real nauseous\nRiding with them bricks got me feeling real cautious\n\nBricks!\nAll-white bricks\nOff-white bricks\nLight-tan bricks\nJust hit a lick for 50 more bricks\nBalling like a bitch with all these bricks\nBricks!\n36 zips\nThat's a whole chick\nWant a bad bitch? Gotta have bricks\nYeah that makes sense\nYeah, I make hits\nBut I still take bricks\n\nTony Montana: \"All I have in this world\"\nIs my 100-round chopper and my white girl\nOil-based bricks, shit hard to cook\nCall the plug back, tell him he got took\nKnow what that mean, the shit free\nThat means none for him and more for me\nI took something, I'm gutter bitch\nDon't trust me dogg, this that North Memphis shit\nOld-school, new Porsche\nCouple choppers just in case they wanna go to war\nBricks, A.K.A. my best friend\n28 inch rims, call 'em \"grown men\"\nDope stepped on, call it \"step-child\nI got that Slim Shady, we call it \"8 Mile\"\nI'm from North Memphis, Watkins and Brown\nGotti Street and nigga, that's my brick house\n\nBricks!\nAll-white bricks\nOff-white bricks\nLight-tan bricks\nJust hit a lick for 50 more bricks\nBalling like a bitch with all these bricks\nBricks!\n36 zips\nThat's a whole chick\nWant a bad bitch? Gotta have bricks\nYeah that makes sense\nYeah, I make hits\nBut I still take bricks","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Choppers & Bricks\n  artist: Gucci Mane & B․G․\n  album: Choppers & Bricks\n  duration_ms: 423000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It's your boy Yo Gotti, gyeah!\n  Gucci Mane La Flare\n  My nigga Ralph in here\n  Zaytoven on the beat, nigga\n  And it's a street-nigga holiday\n  My nigga DJ Holiday, gyeah!\n\n  Bricks!\n  All-white bricks\n  Off-white bricks\n  Light-tan bricks\n  Just hit a lick for 50 more bricks\n  Balling like a bitch with all these bricks\n  Bricks!\n  36 zips\n  That's a whole chick\n  Want a bad bitch? Gotta have bricks\n  Yeah that makes sense\n  Yeah, I make hits\n  But I still take bricks\n\n  So Icy C.E.O., I'm a fool with the snow\n  They think I'm putting VVS jewels in the coke\n  My watch a cool hundred, paint-job a cold 20\n  And after this flip, I'm quitting the trap cold-turkey, psych!\n  The pack in and I'm working\n  Drought season in, charged your ass a whole 30\n  But right now you can get it for a low number\n  This fish scale white, same color my Hummer\n  Zone-6 polar bears never see Summer\n  It's Winter all year 'cause the birds fly under\n  95 Air Max 'cause I'm a dope runner\n  I'm ballin' like an athlete but got no jumper\n\n  Bricks!\n  All-white bricks\n  Off-white bricks\n  Light-tan bricks\n  Just hit a lick for 50 more bricks\n  Balling like a bitch with all these bricks\n  Bricks!\n  36 zips\n  That's a whole chick\n  Want a bad bitch? Gotta have bricks\n  Yeah that makes sense\n  Yeah, I make hits\n  But I still take bricks\n\n  I'm like a waitress in the trap, I've got something to serve\n  That's 16 bars, same price for a bird\n  What you need, a bird? Or a couple pounds?\n  I'm on Cleveland Ave, you know my side of town\n  So many bricks I can build my own apartment\n  You better check when you come in my department\n  Yes I break 'em down and I sell 'em whole\n  Try me, watch your whole crew fall like some dominoes\n  I got a trap house and a trap car\n  100, 000 off a cap, that's a trapstar\n  All this smoke got me feeling real nauseous\n  Riding with them bricks got me feeling real cautious\n\n  Bricks!\n  All-white bricks\n  Off-white bricks\n  Light-tan bricks\n  Just hit a lick for 50 more bricks\n  Balling like a bitch with all these bricks\n  Bricks!\n  36 zips\n  That's a whole chick\n  Want a bad bitch? Gotta have bricks\n  Yeah that makes sense\n  Yeah, I make hits\n  But I still take bricks\n\n  Tony Montana: \"All I have in this world\"\n  Is my 100-round chopper and my white girl\n  Oil-based bricks, shit hard to cook\n  Call the plug back, tell him he got took\n  Know what that mean, the shit free\n  That means none for him and more for me\n  I took something, I'm gutter bitch\n  Don't trust me dogg, this that North Memphis shit\n  Old-school, new Porsche\n  Couple choppers just in case they wanna go to war\n  Bricks, A.K.A. my best friend\n  28 inch rims, call 'em \"grown men\"\n  Dope stepped on, call it \"step-child\n  I got that Slim Shady, we call it \"8 Mile\"\n  I'm from North Memphis, Watkins and Brown\n  Gotti Street and nigga, that's my brick house\n\n  Bricks!\n  All-white bricks\n  Off-white bricks\n  Light-tan bricks\n  Just hit a lick for 50 more bricks\n  Balling like a bitch with all these bricks\n  Bricks!\n  36 zips\n  That's a whole chick\n  Want a bad bitch? Gotta have bricks\n  Yeah that makes sense\n  Yeah, I make hits\n  But I still take bricks\n"},{"id":9648964,"name":"Choppers & Bricks","trackName":"Choppers & Bricks","artistName":"Gucci Mane & B.G.","albumName":"Choppers & Bricks","duration":185.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's your boy Yo Gotti, gyeah!\nGucci Mane La Flare\nMy nigga Ralph in here\nZaytoven on the beat, nigga\nAnd it's a street-nigga holiday\nMy nigga DJ Holiday, gyeah!\n\nBricks!\nAll-white bricks\nOff-white bricks\nLight-tan bricks\nJust hit a lick for 50 more bricks\nBalling like a bitch with all these bricks\nBricks!\n36 zips\nThat's a whole chick\nWant a bad bitch? Gotta have bricks\nYeah that makes sense\nYeah, I make hits\nBut I still take bricks\n\nSo Icy C.E.O., I'm a fool with the snow\nThey think I'm putting VVS jewels in the coke\nMy watch a cool hundred, paint-job a cold 20\nAnd after this flip, I'm quitting the trap cold-turkey, psych!\nThe pack in and I'm working\nDrought season in, charged your ass a whole 30\nBut right now you can get it for a low number\nThis fish scale white, same color my Hummer\nZone-6 polar bears never see Summer\nIt's Winter all year 'cause the birds fly under\n95 Air Max 'cause I'm a dope runner\nI'm ballin' like an athlete but got no jumper\n\nBricks!\nAll-white bricks\nOff-white bricks\nLight-tan bricks\nJust hit a lick for 50 more bricks\nBalling like a bitch with all these bricks\nBricks!\n36 zips\nThat's a whole chick\nWant a bad bitch? Gotta have bricks\nYeah that makes sense\nYeah, I make hits\nBut I still take bricks\n\nI'm like a waitress in the trap, I've got something to serve\nThat's 16 bars, same price for a bird\nWhat you need, a bird? Or a couple pounds?\nI'm on Cleveland Ave, you know my side of town\nSo many bricks I can build my own apartment\nYou better check when you come in my department\nYes I break 'em down and I sell 'em whole\nTry me, watch your whole crew fall like some dominoes\nI got a trap house and a trap car\n100, 000 off a cap, that's a trapstar\nAll this smoke got me feeling real nauseous\nRiding with them bricks got me feeling real cautious\n\nBricks!\nAll-white bricks\nOff-white bricks\nLight-tan bricks\nJust hit a lick for 50 more bricks\nBalling like a bitch with all these bricks\nBricks!\n36 zips\nThat's a whole chick\nWant a bad bitch? Gotta have bricks\nYeah that makes sense\nYeah, I make hits\nBut I still take bricks\n\nTony Montana: \"All I have in this world\"\nIs my 100-round chopper and my white girl\nOil-based bricks, shit hard to cook\nCall the plug back, tell him he got took\nKnow what that mean, the shit free\nThat means none for him and more for me\nI took something, I'm gutter bitch\nDon't trust me dogg, this that North Memphis shit\nOld-school, new Porsche\nCouple choppers just in case they wanna go to war\nBricks, A.K.A. my best friend\n28 inch rims, call 'em \"grown men\"\nDope stepped on, call it \"step-child\nI got that Slim Shady, we call it \"8 Mile\"\nI'm from North Memphis, Watkins and Brown\nGotti Street and nigga, that's my brick house\n\nBricks!\nAll-white bricks\nOff-white bricks\nLight-tan bricks\nJust hit a lick for 50 more bricks\nBalling like a bitch with all these bricks\nBricks!\n36 zips\nThat's a whole chick\nWant a bad bitch? Gotta have bricks\nYeah that makes sense\nYeah, I make hits\nBut I still take bricks","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Choppers & Bricks\n  artist: Gucci Mane & B.G.\n  album: Choppers & Bricks\n  duration_ms: 185000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It's your boy Yo Gotti, gyeah!\n  Gucci Mane La Flare\n  My nigga Ralph in here\n  Zaytoven on the beat, nigga\n  And it's a street-nigga holiday\n  My nigga DJ Holiday, gyeah!\n\n  Bricks!\n  All-white bricks\n  Off-white bricks\n  Light-tan bricks\n  Just hit a lick for 50 more bricks\n  Balling like a bitch with all these bricks\n  Bricks!\n  36 zips\n  That's a whole chick\n  Want a bad bitch? Gotta have bricks\n  Yeah that makes sense\n  Yeah, I make hits\n  But I still take bricks\n\n  So Icy C.E.O., I'm a fool with the snow\n  They think I'm putting VVS jewels in the coke\n  My watch a cool hundred, paint-job a cold 20\n  And after this flip, I'm quitting the trap cold-turkey, psych!\n  The pack in and I'm working\n  Drought season in, charged your ass a whole 30\n  But right now you can get it for a low number\n  This fish scale white, same color my Hummer\n  Zone-6 polar bears never see Summer\n  It's Winter all year 'cause the birds fly under\n  95 Air Max 'cause I'm a dope runner\n  I'm ballin' like an athlete but got no jumper\n\n  Bricks!\n  All-white bricks\n  Off-white bricks\n  Light-tan bricks\n  Just hit a lick for 50 more bricks\n  Balling like a bitch with all these bricks\n  Bricks!\n  36 zips\n  That's a whole chick\n  Want a bad bitch? Gotta have bricks\n  Yeah that makes sense\n  Yeah, I make hits\n  But I still take bricks\n\n  I'm like a waitress in the trap, I've got something to serve\n  That's 16 bars, same price for a bird\n  What you need, a bird? Or a couple pounds?\n  I'm on Cleveland Ave, you know my side of town\n  So many bricks I can build my own apartment\n  You better check when you come in my department\n  Yes I break 'em down and I sell 'em whole\n  Try me, watch your whole crew fall like some dominoes\n  I got a trap house and a trap car\n  100, 000 off a cap, that's a trapstar\n  All this smoke got me feeling real nauseous\n  Riding with them bricks got me feeling real cautious\n\n  Bricks!\n  All-white bricks\n  Off-white bricks\n  Light-tan bricks\n  Just hit a lick for 50 more bricks\n  Balling like a bitch with all these bricks\n  Bricks!\n  36 zips\n  That's a whole chick\n  Want a bad bitch? Gotta have bricks\n  Yeah that makes sense\n  Yeah, I make hits\n  But I still take bricks\n\n  Tony Montana: \"All I have in this world\"\n  Is my 100-round chopper and my white girl\n  Oil-based bricks, shit hard to cook\n  Call the plug back, tell him he got took\n  Know what that mean, the shit free\n  That means none for him and more for me\n  I took something, I'm gutter bitch\n  Don't trust me dogg, this that North Memphis shit\n  Old-school, new Porsche\n  Couple choppers just in case they wanna go to war\n  Bricks, A.K.A. my best friend\n  28 inch rims, call 'em \"grown men\"\n  Dope stepped on, call it \"step-child\n  I got that Slim Shady, we call it \"8 Mile\"\n  I'm from North Memphis, Watkins and Brown\n  Gotti Street and nigga, that's my brick house\n\n  Bricks!\n  All-white bricks\n  Off-white bricks\n  Light-tan bricks\n  Just hit a lick for 50 more bricks\n  Balling like a bitch with all these bricks\n  Bricks!\n  36 zips\n  That's a whole chick\n  Want a bad bitch? Gotta have bricks\n  Yeah that makes sense\n  Yeah, I make hits\n  But I still take bricks\n"},{"id":23298230,"name":"Arab Bricks (feat. Rick Ross, Gucci Mane & It's Different)","trackName":"Arab Bricks (feat. Rick Ross, Gucci Mane & It's Different)","artistName":"Drei","albumName":"Arab Bricks (feat. Rick Ross, Gucci Mane & It's Different)","duration":238.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You niggas ass backwards out here, nigga (M-M-M)\nYour wedding shouldn't cost more than your funeral, nigga (M-M-Maybach music)\nGucci Mane\nYeah\nBack to the old Gucci, beat it like you stole somethin' (skrrt)\nI'm on the stove top, whippin' up a whole somethin' (skrrt)\nStill got my old gun and hunnids from my old runs (yeah)\nI'm kickin' dope in the morning in my long Johns\nBig booty bitch, I buy that bitch (uh)\nBig body Bentley, I had to get\nRight wrist cost me twenty bricks\nMy left wrist on some stupid shit\nYour boyfriend on that groupie shit\nGucci Mane on some Frank Lucas shit\nI made one brick turn to two bricks 'cause all my remixes bring lunatics\nHe got bricks, we'll take them shits\nHow many licks did yo' clique hit? (Huh?)\nBarbershop bricks, I shave them bricks\nAll the clean bricks, I save them shits\n1017, we stamp them bricks\nImport bricks and export bricks\nY'all don't know the half of it\nWe-we-we got that fuego\nEn el negocio no somos nuevos\nSo if you need that work, I got it (I got it)\nPor todo el mundo la movemos\nWe got that fuego\nEn el negocio no somos nuevos\nSo if you need that work, I got it (I got it)\nPor todo el mundo la movemos\nBrick in my jeans, two bricks for the ring\nThree bricks for the Bimmer, four ounce promethazine\nBitch, I'm a dawg, bitch, I'm a boss\nAll you hear is- (M-M-M), when that chopper goin' off\nI'm with a girl she from magazines, but you cannot touch\nAnd she not out of touch\nGive head like uppercuts\nI threw a mill' when stepped on the scene but it's not enough\nTwo pills, I'm noddin' off, somehow that's not enough\nما هر چی که می‌خواستیم داریم همه جوره\nهمه چی هست\nولی بازم کممونه\nکممونه، کممونه\nTwenty K VVS Azad watch\n‫سوئدی baby می‌ریم Atlanta\n‫دو تا ماشین می‌کنن escort اِتمون\n«Blah, blah, blah» :پشتمون هی چی می‌گن\n‫کلی bricks و من و Ross, Drei\n‫یه دونه brick واسه Datejust\nAirbus, ‫یه Lebanese تو هواپیماس\n‫Fan عه Migos بم می‌گه: «Takeoff»\nBrick in my jeans, two bricks for the ring (کممونه)\nThree bricks for the Bimmer, four ounce promethazine (کممونه)\nBitch, I'm a dawg, bitch, I'm a boss (کممونه)\nAll you hear is- (M-M-M), when that chopper goin' off\n(uh) select ماربیا Barbie\n(uh) Bebek ‫واسه party پارکه Yacht\nترکیه‌اَم دادیم جرش\nChampagne pop, she just Belaire\nهر چی ده از ده اینجاست\n(yeah) Rick Ross ‫نکردیم من و\nBricks, bricks, bricks, yeah (چی؟)\nIce and coke and crystal (کممونه)\nEverybody wanna watch all these bitches on TikTok\n(Tik, Tik-TikTok, Tik-TikTok)\n(کممونه)\nSnappin' the moment, I stack it, then hold it and freeze time (p-please stop)\nYou know me, I got it, you know me, I got it\nWe got that fuego\nEn el negocio no somos nuevos\nSo if you need that work, I got it (I got it)\nPor todo el mundo la movemos\nWe got that fuego\nEn el negocio no somos nuevos\nSo if you need that work, I got it (I got it)\nPor todo el mundo la movemos\nBrick in my jeans, two bricks for the ring\nThree bricks for the Bimmer, four ounce promethazine\nBitch, I'm a dawg, bitch, I'm a boss\nAll you hear is- (M-M-M), when that chopper goin' off","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Arab Bricks (feat. 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Hey!\n\nGot a hundred bands in back of the pickup\n(Show me a hundred bands right now, nigga)\nLet's ride, bro, just in case he show up\n(Let's ride, that nigga might ball or somethin')\nCan't trick me, nigga, gotta show us\n(Show me that weed, show me that weed)\nNah, I tricked you, nigga, this a stick up\n(Turn around, you pussy ass, get up)\nGot bricks like a motherfuckin' project\nGot bricks like a motherfuckin' project\nGot bricks like a motherfuckin' project\nGot bricks like a motherfuckin' project\nLike a project, like a project\nGot bricks like a motherfuckin' project\nGot more bricks than a fuckin' project\nMore bricks, more bricks than a project\n\nB-R-I-C-K-S, we got those for sale\nRetail, I ain't sendin' no picture, no details\nGon' get it, get it, gone\nJust 'cause I'm home alone don't mean I ain't got chrome\nI bomb your dome, ET phone home\nSome of these bricks are white, some of these bricks are tan\nSixty percent are wrong, hundred percent get gone\nThat's why I gotta keep chrome\nLong arm, wanna go home\nMan, I wish I had me a clone\nDamn, damn, even though I'm on\nThe bitch can't find my motherfuckin' home\nBrrat, bottles, no baby\nBottles, no baby\nLean, lean, lean\nGot me feelin' like I'm motherfuckin' pregnant\nI love you baby, but I love my brother the most\nTwenty-five hundred, motherfuck 12\nYeah, DK, I don't bail\n\nGot a hundred bands in back of the pickup\n(Show me a hundred bands right now, nigga)\nLet's ride, bro, just in case he show up\n(Let's ride, that nigga might ball or somethin')\nCan't trick me, nigga, gotta show us\n(Show me that weed, show me that weed)\nNah, I tricked you, nigga, this a stick up\n(Turn around, you pussy ass, get up)\nGot bricks like a motherfuckin' project\nGot bricks like a motherfuckin' project\nGot bricks like a motherfuckin' project\nGot bricks like a motherfuckin' project\nLike a project, like a project\nGot bricks like a motherfuckin' project\nGot more bricks than a fuckin' project\nMore bricks, more bricks than a project\n\nIn a duplex house\nIf I knew back then what I knew right now, I wouldn't never moved out\nCan't take no loss, I don't never lose out\nUsed to hide my scrubs at another dude's house\nUsed to take my food out another nigga's mouth\nWhen you show me the guap, then the trigger come out\nWhen you show me the pot, then a nigga come out\nHeard yesterday that ten niggas got got\nHeard last night that ten niggas got shot\nIn a bando, yeah, that's a boy that don't know how\nCommando, got a pistol on me now\nOn Rambo, got a chopper gun you down\nEl Loco, Jesús Elizondo\nGet your head knocked off just like Chapo\nGuwop, I knock a meat out your taco\nRobbing cargos, holdin' all this cargo\nToo many bricks sold, might need a barcode\nPlug comin' in from Trinidad, Tobago\nTrapped in the chokehold, dope by the boatload\nFuck a show, I'ma go gold with the dope boy\nYou a bad bitch, let me tell you what you don't know\nLet a rich nigga put it down in your oh-oh\nGot my dick in her mouth and a thumb in her asshole\nOn the trap, got bricks like four of what is dope\n\nGot a hundred bands in back of the pickup\n(Show me a hundred bands right now, nigga)\nLet's ride, bro, just in case he show up\n(Let's ride, that nigga might ball or somethin')\nCan't trick me, nigga, gotta show us\n(Show me that weed, show me that weed)\nNah, I tricked you, nigga, this a stick up\n(Turn around, you pussy ass, get up)\nGot bricks like a motherfuckin' project\nGot bricks like a motherfuckin' project\nGot bricks like a motherfuckin' project\nGot bricks like a motherfuckin' project\nLike a project, like a project\nGot bricks like a motherfuckin' project\nGot more bricks than a fuckin' project\nMore bricks, more bricks than a project\n\nFirst to boot, my shit smell (Whew)\nMotherfuckin' poo, is that what you smokin' on, Thug? True\n2 Chainz motherfuckin' been on it\nGuwop got eighty chains, I got ten of 'em\nI'm on Miley Cyrus, I hear vent noises\nAm I best dressed? Nigga, yeah, yes\nGot bricks like a motherfuckin' project\nGot bricks like a motherfuckin', yeah, yes\nGot bands every motherfuckin' pocket\nDo they look like wallets? Nigga, yeah, yes\nShoot two thousand, bet three thousand\nDK better motherfuckin' watch it\nDK got that fuckin' pocket rocket\nDK knock on heads, I'm finna pop it\nPromethazine got me slowed up and poured up\nYour bitch wanna cut my crib, lawnmower\nYour bitch wanna cut my what? 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Hey!\n\n  Got a hundred bands in back of the pickup\n  (Show me a hundred bands right now, nigga)\n  Let's ride, bro, just in case he show up\n  (Let's ride, that nigga might ball or somethin')\n  Can't trick me, nigga, gotta show us\n  (Show me that weed, show me that weed)\n  Nah, I tricked you, nigga, this a stick up\n  (Turn around, you pussy ass, get up)\n  Got bricks like a motherfuckin' project\n  Got bricks like a motherfuckin' project\n  Got bricks like a motherfuckin' project\n  Got bricks like a motherfuckin' project\n  Like a project, like a project\n  Got bricks like a motherfuckin' project\n  Got more bricks than a fuckin' project\n  More bricks, more bricks than a project\n\n  B-R-I-C-K-S, we got those for sale\n  Retail, I ain't sendin' no picture, no details\n  Gon' get it, get it, gone\n  Just 'cause I'm home alone don't mean I ain't got chrome\n  I bomb your dome, ET phone home\n  Some of these bricks are white, some of these bricks are tan\n  Sixty percent are wrong, hundred percent get gone\n  That's why I gotta keep chrome\n  Long arm, wanna go home\n  Man, I wish I had me a clone\n  Damn, damn, even though I'm on\n  The bitch can't find my motherfuckin' home\n  Brrat, bottles, no baby\n  Bottles, no baby\n  Lean, lean, lean\n  Got me feelin' like I'm motherfuckin' pregnant\n  I love you baby, but I love my brother the most\n  Twenty-five hundred, motherfuck 12\n  Yeah, DK, I don't bail\n\n  Got a hundred bands in back of the pickup\n  (Show me a hundred bands right now, nigga)\n  Let's ride, bro, just in case he show up\n  (Let's ride, that nigga might ball or somethin')\n  Can't trick me, nigga, gotta show us\n  (Show me that weed, show me that weed)\n  Nah, I tricked you, nigga, this a stick up\n  (Turn around, you pussy ass, get up)\n  Got bricks like a motherfuckin' project\n  Got bricks like a motherfuckin' project\n  Got bricks like a motherfuckin' project\n  Got bricks like a motherfuckin' project\n  Like a project, like a project\n  Got bricks like a motherfuckin' project\n  Got more bricks than a fuckin' project\n  More bricks, more bricks than a project\n\n  In a duplex house\n  If I knew back then what I knew right now, I wouldn't never moved out\n  Can't take no loss, I don't never lose out\n  Used to hide my scrubs at another dude's house\n  Used to take my food out another nigga's mouth\n  When you show me the guap, then the trigger come out\n  When you show me the pot, then a nigga come out\n  Heard yesterday that ten niggas got got\n  Heard last night that ten niggas got shot\n  In a bando, yeah, that's a boy that don't know how\n  Commando, got a pistol on me now\n  On Rambo, got a chopper gun you down\n  El Loco, Jesús Elizondo\n  Get your head knocked off just like Chapo\n  Guwop, I knock a meat out your taco\n  Robbing cargos, holdin' all this cargo\n  Too many bricks sold, might need a barcode\n  Plug comin' in from Trinidad, Tobago\n  Trapped in the chokehold, dope by the boatload\n  Fuck a show, I'ma go gold with the dope boy\n  You a bad bitch, let me tell you what you don't know\n  Let a rich nigga put it down in your oh-oh\n  Got my dick in her mouth and a thumb in her asshole\n  On the trap, got bricks like four of what is dope\n\n  Got a hundred bands in back of the pickup\n  (Show me a hundred bands right now, nigga)\n  Let's ride, bro, just in case he show up\n  (Let's ride, that nigga might ball or somethin')\n  Can't trick me, nigga, gotta show us\n  (Show me that weed, show me that weed)\n  Nah, I tricked you, nigga, this a stick up\n  (Turn around, you pussy ass, get up)\n  Got bricks like a motherfuckin' project\n  Got bricks like a motherfuckin' project\n  Got bricks like a motherfuckin' project\n  Got bricks like a motherfuckin' project\n  Like a project, like a project\n  Got bricks like a motherfuckin' project\n  Got more bricks than a fuckin' project\n  More bricks, more bricks than a project\n\n  First to boot, my shit smell (Whew)\n  Motherfuckin' poo, is that what you smokin' on, Thug? 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