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    Thousand bags of that mid s--t (hell yea)
    This that s--t that get yo kidz rich (hell yea)
    Hundred bags of that kush s--t (hell yea)
    This that president bush s--t (hell yea)
    [x2]

    This that arm on my kush s--t
    My girlfriend think she president bush b---h
    Hell yea, and I’m gon off that lean s--t
    My brotha duke keep on sendin me that green s--t
    f--k jail gucci time, and I’m hoodrich
    I’m in that zone 6, and I throw it like the first pitch

    My yellow rari, 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 flexxin
    I woke up bought my main chick a lexus

    Thousand bags of that mid s--t (hell yea)
    This that s--t that get yo kidz rich (hell yea)
    Hundred bags of that kush s--t (hell yea)
    This that president bush s--t (hell yea)
    [x2]

    I be the bricksquad youngin
    Stankin like a funyan
    All these otha rap niggas, toed like a bunyan
    I’m BS and you BS
    But I’m BRICKSQUAD and you BULLSHIT
    Pistol like a chapporone
    We goin on a school trip
    Places that you neva seen
    Blowin on that stoopid green
    Rollin on a stoopid beam
    Hit the scene in limozine
    Coke and promthzine

    Diamonds I’m my pinky ring
    n---a wat the f--k u mean
    Bricksquad 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 gucc, flock, the like who is it
    Slim dunkin in this mothafuck
    Cut the chicken

    Thousand bags of that mid s--t (hell yea)
    This that s--t that get yo kidz rich (hell yea)
    Hundred bags of that kush s--t (hell yea)
    This that president bush s--t (hell yea)
    [x2]

    It’s big gucci, excuse me while I ball
    Until my release, my n---a, no lights out
    Lights out, creep on in silence
    Why do I pull more violence
    Wen unviolent
    While my tatoos smilin

    To remind me of the time they robbed me, with no problem
    Now my problems solved, and they rovolvin around all these countries
    And I’m country, stretch from here to compton, to boldacrest…
    That’s something to those who have nothin
    No bluffin bricksqaud no cuffin

    Thousand bags of that mid s--t (hell yea)
    This that s--t that get yo kidz rich (hell yea)
    Hundred bags of that kush s--t (hell yea)
    This that president bush s--t (hell yea)
    [x2]

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