BVDLVD - LAYIN BRICKS lyrics
[BVDLVD - LAYIN BRICKS lyrics]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yea, BVDLVD
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Flip a brick, then I build on that
I done too much shit, I keep me lookin back
On some over shoulder shit
On some one eyed Kip
Smoking on this stick, where it fucking hit's
Please, God, have mercy on my spliff
Let it stay lit even when
The wind wants a bit
I pray to you that you keep that shit in tact
If you don’t keep it in tact
You can take it back
Best believe I just drugged my whole show
(Don’t tell the bouncer)
Big bag of brownies for you
(Just take one and fuck off)
No you are not getting two
I took one it felt like I blew
Fuck them man at Wheatley
All the bullies they used to tease me
They layin bricks, I dropped a brick on a TV
I got a brand new house in the city
With the lights
And a bitch who treats me right, yeah
I’m the only one making noise
Had to make a hunnid K and
Flip it for my fuckin boys
Yeah, I flip it for my boys
Yeah, I flip it for my boys yeah, yeah, yeah
Boy I don’t deal with no crap
You a loser, drug user
Don’t want nothing with that you so stupid
You think I do this shit for some racks?
I don’t get out of bed if
It don’t make me a plaque
What’s with that? I predict that you a fag
I predict your music bad
You will never beat the LVD
You ain’t ever getting bags
You ain’t ever gonna spaz like me
Told my bro hold this flow
I'ma wrap this beat
Fuck them man at Wheatley
All the bullies they used to tease me
They layin bricks, I dropped a brick on a TV
I got a brand new house in the city
With the lights
And a bitch who treats me right, yeah
Yeah that treats me right
That treats me right, alright, alright
Alright yeah, yeah
Ah, fuck, I’m locked in again
Gotta wright my songs with a pen
Got pin point precision and
I’m pointing at them, at you
Yeah you do what I do, what you do is doo doo
(Duh-duh doo doo)
You layin bricks all day, but me? Nah
I'ma get my money any which way
With the way you look
You could make your bitch gay
With the way I look, I could
Take your bitch, bitch, bitch, lol
Don’t make my finger fuckin itch
You could never say, that I ain’t self made
Made myself, spinnin tracks like a beyblade
Aye, aye, aye yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yea, BVDLVD
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Flip a brick, then I build on that
I done too much shit, I keep me lookin back
On some over shoulder shit
On some one eyed Kip
Smoking on this stick, where it fucking hit's
Please, God, have mercy on my spliff
Let it stay lit even when
The wind wants a bit
I pray to you that you keep that shit in tact
If you don’t keep it in tact
You can take it back
Best believe I just drugged my whole show
(Don’t tell the bouncer)
Big bag of brownies for you
(Just take one and fuck off)
No you are not getting two
I took one it felt like I blew
Fuck them man at Wheatley
All the bullies they used to tease me
They layin bricks, I dropped a brick on a TV
I got a brand new house in the city
With the lights
And a bitch who treats me right, yeah
I’m the only one making noise
Had to make a hunnid K and
Flip it for my fuckin boys
Yeah, I flip it for my boys
Yeah, I flip it for my boys yeah, yeah, yeah
Boy I don’t deal with no crap
You a loser, drug user
Don’t want nothing with that you so stupid
You think I do this shit for some racks?
I don’t get out of bed if
It don’t make me a plaque
What’s with that? I predict that you a fag
I predict your music bad
You will never beat the LVD
You ain’t ever getting bags
You ain’t ever gonna spaz like me
Told my bro hold this flow
I'ma wrap this beat
Fuck them man at Wheatley
All the bullies they used to tease me
They layin bricks, I dropped a brick on a TV
I got a brand new house in the city
With the lights
And a bitch who treats me right, yeah
Yeah that treats me right
That treats me right, alright, alright
Alright yeah, yeah
Ah, fuck, I’m locked in again
Gotta wright my songs with a pen
Got pin point precision and
I’m pointing at them, at you
Yeah you do what I do, what you do is doo doo
(Duh-duh doo doo)
You layin bricks all day, but me? Nah
I'ma get my money any which way
With the way you look
You could make your bitch gay
With the way I look, I could
Take your bitch, bitch, bitch, lol
Don’t make my finger fuckin itch
You could never say, that I ain’t self made
Made myself, spinnin tracks like a beyblade
Aye, aye, aye yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah