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(альбом: No Snitching Is My Statement - 2014)


I send it, you receive it
I send it, you receive it

I love the smell of them bricks (I send it)
They whiter than some mayo
And I can send it to your house through the mail
This is drug dealing music
(I send it, you receive it)
(I send it, you receive it)
I love the smell of them bricks (I send it)
They whiter than some mayo
And I can send it to your house through the mail
This is drug dealing music
(I send it, you receive it)
(I send it, you receive it)

I'm A-1, so is my coke, Stitches get it, right off a boat
I'm swagged out, every day and night
I like to shoot my gun, cause I don't like to fight
I say, run up on me, I'm ready, gun up in your face is steady
I'm the life of the party, bitch, but I ain't talking confetti
I got bricks, bricks, bricks, pounds of that molly
I'm a drug dealer, and I'll tell anybody
I take pride up in that shit, I don't really give a shit
And I shoot my gun real quick, if we talking about them bricks

I love the smell of them bricks (I send it)
They whiter than some mayo
And I can send it to your house through the mail
This is drug dealing music
(I send it, you receive it)
(I send it, you receive it)
I love the smell of them bricks (I send it)
They whiter than some mayo
And I can send it to your house through the mail
This is drug dealing music
(I send it, you receive it)
(I send it, you receive it)

I'm so cokarific
So don't get that pretty boy shit twisted
Got that big stick for them fuck niggas, that squadron too deep
77191164 them streets
Chop 'em down, pack 'em up, my gold ring Versace
Hater blocker by Gucci, pop that coochie like "Tip Drill"
Dope boy, pop me one, four 28's, sending weight
112 on two 6 extensions, them bricks

I love the smell of them bricks (I send it)
They whiter than some mayo
And I can send it to your house through the mail
This is drug dealing music
(I send it, you receive it)
(I send it, you receive it)
I love the smell of them bricks (I send it)
They whiter than some mayo
And I can send it to your house through the mail
This is drug dealing music
(I send it, you receive it)
(I send it, you receive it)

You want a whole ki, that's a piece of cake
Numbers of grams, a thousand and eight
Met a brick in two-thousand-eight
I'm only eighteen, do the math, mane
I keep flipping, and I won't stop it
Fuck DEA, they tryna take my profit, they some fuckboys
If you got a badge on, you a bitch, bruh, bruh
I never snitch, bruh, bruh
Only thing I'm ever gon' trust, is my AK-47, bruh
Rest in peace to a hater, I saw your statement on that paper
I hope your girl ain't got no plans to see your ass later

I love the smell of them bricks (I send it)
They whiter than some mayo
And I can send it to your house through the mail
This is drug dealing music
(I send it, you receive it)
(I send it, you receive it)
I love the smell of them bricks (I send it)
They whiter than some mayo
And I can send it to your house through the mail
This is drug dealing music
(I send it, you receive it)
(I send it, you receive it)

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