Gudda Gudda – Bricksquad lyrics

Said my necklace, iced out
My left wrist, iced out
Waka Floka, best stay out my lane because I'm thugged out
Niggas gettin' drugged out
You know what my clique 'bout
Hit 'em with a bottle stomp his motherfuckin' lights out
Hands on deck make a nigga pull a tool out
Ballin' this year I ain't gon' stop until I wild out
Wild out wild out Gudda Gudda wild out wild out
Wild out Waka Floka wild out
Young money bricksquad young money

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Young money brick squad
Young money brick squad
Young money
Young money
Young money
Brick squad

Gudda Waka Flocka hey
For the cash I'll wrap a nigga ass up
Run up in his house Jim Carey style masked up
We the new wu tang the new no limits
The new N.W.A. whats up Snoop n Dre
Cant forget Eazy E Ice Cube's on my neck
Fuzzy screamin Waka Waka bitch I got that check
I don't need a flex but I gotta ball
Money Yao Ming, yes its that tall
Yo I'm Gudda Gudda
What's up Gudda Gudda
I got rotten apple blood in my veins
I reverse a slave route
Came from up north to down south
No more mean muggs at my shows
Hoe in green dro
Green flags, green love
Soo woo to the peace up

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Young money nigga I'ma rep till the death
You can see the Y.M. tatted on my neck
All my niggas wild choppas on deck
Stomp a nigga out demand I respect
Me 'n' Waka Flocka got the hand on the tech
'N' its cash on delivery so hand me my check
Nigga I don't talk much but when I do bitch pay me
Big money heavy weight you can ask baby
Birdman schooled me Wayne told me do me
'N' stack big paper up no need for loose leaf
My rubber band stacks cant fold into knots
I decapitate the top with two hoes in the drop
I'm countin' up the money till my hands get blisters
Told my bitch to come help me we can count it up quicka nigga
Real nigga music they talkin' we do's it
Free my nigga weezy 'n' free my nigga Gucci
Young money

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