ThouxanBanFauni - Brick Fair lyrics
[ThouxanBanFauni - Brick Fair lyrics]
Ayy, Dil'
Molly, yeah, yeah, molly, yeah, yeah
Molly, yeah, yeah, molly, yeah, yeah
Molly, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Molly, X, Addy, Oxy (Woo)
So lit I landscape property
House was hit by hurricane Fauni (Ayy)
Xan', lean, hit like Gene Gotti
Got girls touchin' on bodies
Got thrashed so good, it was gnarly
Gotta carry me out with a dolly (Dolly)
Call Bravo pop out Charlie (Pop)
Right now I'm sorrounded by
Bad bitches, dollies, all these Barbies
(All these Barbies)
Wicked, twisted, gifted up my spirit's
(My spirit) talkin' bout all my bitches
(All these bitches)
Jim just out here chillin'
(Out here chillin')
You think these hoes was missin'
(They hittin')
Get guap and you still don't get it
(Don't get it)
Then it's bustin', hittin', hittin'
Hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin'
Yo shit got rocks missin'
You a bitch and a rat, you mini
People I don't trust, it's many, many, many
(Woo)
Many, many, many, it's plenty, plenty, plenty
(Ain't shit) if you bad ain't worth a dollar
So high I just got taller (Won't bother)
Hit her up, she unbothered
Smash the bastard, she won't bother
(Won't bother) real bad
(Real bad)
And she know I could've just bought her
(Bought her) darth Vader
(Darth Vader) , spaced out
Coolin' out with your daughter
(With your daughter)
She callin' me daddy father, go on, giddy up
Saddle up on her (Giddy up)
She really a organ donor
(Donor) , diggin' in the guts with a boner
Molly, X, Addy, Oxy (Woo)
So lit I landscape property
House was hit by hurricane Fauni
Xan', lean, hit like Gene Gotti
(yeah, oh yeah)
Got girls touchin' on bodies (Oh yeah)
Got thrashed so good, it was gnarly
(Nah, for real)
Gotta carry me out with a dolly (Dolly)
Call Bravo pop out Charlie (Nah, for real)
Right now I'm surrounded by
Bad bitches, dollies, all these Barbies
(Barbies)
Wicked, twisted, gifted up my spirit's (Woo)
Talkin' bout all my bitches
(All these bitches, oh yeah)
Jim just out here chillin' (yeah, yeah)
You think these hoes was missin'
(They hittin')
Get guap and you still don't get it
(Nah, for real)
Then it's bustin', hittin', hittin'
Hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin'
Yo shit got rocks missin'
You a bitch and a rat, you mini
Molly, yeah, yeah, molly, yeah, yeah
Molly, yeah, yeah, molly, yeah, yeah
Molly, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Molly, X, Addy, Oxy (Woo)
So lit I landscape property
House was hit by hurricane Fauni (Ayy)
Xan', lean, hit like Gene Gotti
Got girls touchin' on bodies
Got thrashed so good, it was gnarly
Gotta carry me out with a dolly (Dolly)
Call Bravo pop out Charlie (Pop)
Right now I'm sorrounded by
Bad bitches, dollies, all these Barbies
(All these Barbies)
Wicked, twisted, gifted up my spirit's
(My spirit) talkin' bout all my bitches
(All these bitches)
Jim just out here chillin'
(Out here chillin')
You think these hoes was missin'
(They hittin')
Get guap and you still don't get it
(Don't get it)
Then it's bustin', hittin', hittin'
Hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin'
Yo shit got rocks missin'
You a bitch and a rat, you mini
People I don't trust, it's many, many, many
(Woo)
Many, many, many, it's plenty, plenty, plenty
(Ain't shit) if you bad ain't worth a dollar
So high I just got taller (Won't bother)
Hit her up, she unbothered
Smash the bastard, she won't bother
(Won't bother) real bad
(Real bad)
And she know I could've just bought her
(Bought her) darth Vader
(Darth Vader) , spaced out
Coolin' out with your daughter
(With your daughter)
She callin' me daddy father, go on, giddy up
Saddle up on her (Giddy up)
She really a organ donor
(Donor) , diggin' in the guts with a boner
Molly, X, Addy, Oxy (Woo)
So lit I landscape property
House was hit by hurricane Fauni
Xan', lean, hit like Gene Gotti
(yeah, oh yeah)
Got girls touchin' on bodies (Oh yeah)
Got thrashed so good, it was gnarly
(Nah, for real)
Gotta carry me out with a dolly (Dolly)
Call Bravo pop out Charlie (Nah, for real)
Right now I'm surrounded by
Bad bitches, dollies, all these Barbies
(Barbies)
Wicked, twisted, gifted up my spirit's (Woo)
Talkin' bout all my bitches
(All these bitches, oh yeah)
Jim just out here chillin' (yeah, yeah)
You think these hoes was missin'
(They hittin')
Get guap and you still don't get it
(Nah, for real)
Then it's bustin', hittin', hittin'
Hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin'
Yo shit got rocks missin'
You a bitch and a rat, you mini