Love is one long sweet dream, and marriage is the alarm clock.
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Hell Yeah (feat. Slim Dunkin)
A thousand bags of that mid **** (hell yeah)
This that **** that get yo kids rich (hell yeah)
Hundred bags of that kush **** (hell yeah)
This that president bush **** (hell yeah)
Thousand bags of that mid **** (hell yeah)
This that **** that get yo kids rich (hell yeah)
Hundred bags of that kush **** (hell yeah)
This that president bush **** (hell yeah)
This that arm on my kush ****
My girlfriend think she president bush *****
Hell yeah, and I'm gon' off that lean ****
My brotha' duke keep on sendin' me that green ****
**** jail Gucci time, and I'm hoodrich
I'm in that zone 6, and I throw it like the first pitch
My yellow 'rarri, 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 flexin'
I woke up bought my main chick a Lexus
A Thousand bags of that mid **** (hell yeah)
This that **** that get yo kids rich (hell yeah)
Hundred bags of that kush **** (hell yeah)
This that president bush **** (hell yeah)
Thousand bags of that mid **** (hell yeah)
This that **** that get yo kids rich (hell yeah)
Hundred bags of that kush **** (hell yeah)
This that president bush **** (hell yeah)
I be the bricksquad youngin'
Stankin' like a funyan
All these otha' rap *****s, toed like a bunyan
I'm B-S and you B-S
But I'm Brick Squad and you bullshit
Pistol like a chapporone
We goin' on a school trip
Places that you neva' seen
Blowin on that stupid green
Rollin on a stupid beam
Hit the scene in limousine
Codeine and promethazine
Diamonds I'm my pinky ring
***** what the **** you mean
Brick Squad 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 Gucci, Flock, the like who is it
Slim Dunkin in this motha****a'
Cut the chizzy
Thousand bags of that mid **** (hell yeah)
This that **** that get yo kidz rich (hell yeah)
Hundred bags of that kush **** (hell yeah)
This that president bush **** (hell yeah)
Thousand bags of that mid **** (hell yeah)
This that **** that get yo kidz rich (hell yeah)
Hundred bags of that kush **** (hell yeah)
This that president bush **** (hell yeah)
It's big Gucci, excuse me while I ball
Until my release, my *****, no lights out
Lights out, creep on in silence
Why do I pull more violence
When unviolent
While my tattoos smilin'
To remind me of the time they robbed me, with no problem
Now my problems solved, and they revolvin' around all these continents
And my company, stretch from here to Compton, to Bouldercrest
?
That's something to those who have nothin'
No bluffin' bricksqaud no cuffin'
Thousand bags of that mid **** (hell yeah)
This that **** that get yo kidz rich (hell yeah)
Hundred bags of that kush **** (hell yeah)
This that president bush **** (hell yeah)
Thousand bags of that mid **** (hell yeah)
This that **** that get yo kidz rich (hell yeah)
Hundred bags of that kush **** (hell yeah)
This that president bush **** (hell yeah)