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Аккорды к песне JamWayne — Flip A Brick

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|Chorus| 
Brick pile, block head, concrete, roughneck. 
Brick head, block pile, roughneck, rock bed. 
Rose trial, each swing level up with a crik. 
Top chef when I whip it up, gon' flip a brick. 
Gon' flip a brick. 
Gon' flip a brick. 
Top chef when I whip it up, gon' flip a brick. 
Gon' flip a brick. 
Gon' flip a brick. 
Top chef when I whip it up, gon' flip a brick. 
 
|Verse 1| 
Keep talkin' shit like a asshole, 
you can sit on top of this hill like the last hoe. 
I be John Wayne on my horse with a lasso. 
Watch your pop bang, low-per rider to the castle, ya dig? 
 
Okay, let the bridge down, march into my element. 
Earth, wind, water, fired up, you can have a hit. 
Never plan on startin' shit 
if I don't plan to finish it. 
 
Fishin' in that liquid money, 
set the hook and reel it in. 
Bitches think it's funny, so I laugh along and plead the fifth. 
Baskin-Robbins in the kitchen, chocolate with some sprinkles in. 
 
Fast and strong, hustle for the money, work hard for this. 
Scrappin' in the yard so these youngins know I'm still the jit. 
 
|Chorus| 
Brick pile, block head, concrete, roughneck. 
Brick head, block pile, roughneck, rock bed. 
Rose trial, each swing level up with a crik. 
Top chef when I whip it up, gon' flip a brick. 
Gon' flip a brick. 
Gon' flip a brick. 
Top chef when I whip it up, gon' flip a brick. 
Gon' flip a brick. 
Gon' flip a brick. 
Top chef when I whip it up, gon' flip a brick. 
 
|Verse 2| 
Jam comin' through, ballin' like a 10-speed 
up and down the court, rollin' like a 10-speed. 
Hoes on the side of me, uh — that's your main squeeze. 
Have you sittin' sidelines 'cause you can't breathe. 
 
With a bag on your head so you can't see, 
and a rope 'round your hands and your damn feet. 
Kanye, new slave, 'cause you ain't free; 
in the game, I'ma run it like a stampede. 
 
See me, see a wild man, guaranteed new man on the screen, I'm a new breed. 
When I drive my whip — Polo Creed. 
When I smoke homegrown — it's the best weed. 
 
|Chorus| 
Brick pile, block head, concrete, roughneck. 
Brick head, block pile, roughneck, rock bed. 
Rose trial, each swing level up with a crik. 
Top chef when I whip it up, gon' flip a brick. 
Gon' flip a brick. 
Gon' flip a brick. 
Top chef when I whip it up, gon' flip a brick. 
Gon' flip a brick. 
Gon' flip a brick. 
Top chef when I whip it up, gon' flip a brick. 

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