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It's the bars I spit Not the broads I get Or the shiny Gold chains And the Cars u shift I get lift Gold Bricks Rhyme is a gift I Never play with the words or The time I spent It's the bars I spit Not the broads I get or the shiny Gold chains and the cars u shift I get lift Gold Bricks rhyme Is a gift Never play with the words or the Time I spent Gold Bricks Gold bricks Spinning round Like a wheel on fire Walking tight Off of loves high wire Super litty Like a titty in the video 2021 version of the tootsie roll Who said pussy hole I said appealing Young dumb and full of cum To give you children Got the peanut butter breath and It's real sticky Yea I'm bout to roll it up And get it real litty Like Ricky Ricardo taught little Ricky I was built for this game I was never iffy I'm a gold coin villa villa cola Pippy I'm hippie ate a shroom now I'm Feeling trippy Bill Bixby I feel incredible Just smoked a half a blunt and ate Some edibles Mocs can you please stop Smoking lala Puff why try I'm a thug imma die High Feeling thirsty Like James Worthy im terpy Just smoked a dab now I'm Trying to go surfing I feel incredible Off an edible I feel incredible Off an edible Sixteen gold BRIX all liable to fit I don't fake for the funk I just rhyme wit' a chip On my shoulder dip hard yea I'm Aiming to blitz Sack the quarterback Jack Yea I'm taking the ship On my way to Disney World I'm high as a bitch Gold Bricks I could use five of them shits Divide em' n' shit All five rhyme wit' a kick I'm prime in this shit Probably top five in this bitch I got eleven bricks left and I'm rhyming again Hatchoo it's a blessing I'm a Jin with a pen I don't f*ck with silly rabbits I'm a tiger within Who got the lighter Time to fire up and Fly with a friend I don't rap for pretend I'm like ten times ten A hundred miles and I'm running like im from Compton I got two bricks left And the verse already fire Like a toothless man Who ain't never afraid to smile Gold Bricks I feel incredible Off an edible J cole it's a cold world I'm hotter than fish grease Stop comparing me to none I come second to fifty I'm a hundred proof And but naked on a jet ski You a fluke One shy Wayne Gretzky Gold Bricks

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