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"1017 Brick Squad (The Movement)" is a track by Gucci Mane, from the album Writing On The Wall, released 15th May 2009. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] My house so big kids playing Where's Waldo? Me and yo bitch playing hide and go dick Imma let her ride dick, she my ride or die bitch If her nigga catch her cheatin', he gon dot her eye quick See my car so fast, hit the gas, then I'm outta here M6 Beamer like a jet without landing gear My closet like a Gucci store, crazy, its stupid Can't buy my own shit, keep on buyin' new shit I'm dumb, I'm so stupid, someone please get me a tutor Your daughter is a snorter, so I give the cocaine to her I'm a monster, eatin' steak and pasta, cause I'm a G She a model, she like to swallow, cause she a freak [Verse 2: Frenchie] They say Frenchie flexin', yes, I'm goin' hard inside the paint Gon' be brain when I fire, Brick Squad got the pain Come against us, why bother, nigga? Steady came up, come harder, nigga You a [?] you shine like one, nah, I'm your father, nigga [?] on deck (1017 got long bread) Double chain, double bird, with a double like butter on cornbread I like my bitches grown, if I get her home, make her give er dome Have her blowin' dick like a saxophone [?] take off, My shirt I take off I'm on my grind, like Tony Hawk on a skateboard Pussy never paid for, pussy pay me Why you got them dice for? Pussy nigga pay me Frenchie! [Verse 3: Waka Flocka Flame] I'm so fuckin' iced up when I give 'em hell Quarter brick, 20 bails, thats all a nigga need Green chicken chain, call it 1017 Mix the soda with the cola, I can buy my drinks I can fit 80,000 in these 7 jeans I'm the shootest thing in shooter, put these arms straight through ya Flocka always workin', chains swanging, diamond surfin' Mama callin', but I'm workin', caught y'all brick lurkin' Mic check 1-2, beat a nigga black blue Flow poison, rat food, strip his ass down to nude For 1 reason (please dude) Flocka Flocka Flocka Flocka Eat a nigga like [?], light his ass up with the K Waka Flocka! [Verse 4: Wooh da Kid] Wooh Da Kid my name, I'm that guy Supersized strap, for all you small fries First class shit, you niggas stand by You can't see like a nigga wit a glass eye I put on for my niggas on lockdown Until Young Joey make it out, here's a mack round Hey, hey, You don't want no pistol play So Icey Jack Boys, everydays a holiday Hood bitch talkin' shit bout a nigga stash My stomach touchin' my pack, I just can't let it pass You better watch what you're saying to a freak bitch Surfin' all around ya house, I think I'm sea sick
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