Представляем точный текст композиции "White Bricks" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Trae . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «White Bricks» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Trae передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Trae - "White Bricks"
Lyrics to White Bricks : (feat. Boss) [talking:] Mr. Rogers huh, fuck em up this time around homie Hard on these motherfucking tracks, lets get on em huh [Hook: x4] Sitting on white bricks, wrapped in duct tape Thirty minutes flat, I could bake a whole cake [Trae:] Still sitting on the white bricks, while they wrapped up in duct tape In the do panel of the rental car, finna slide the Interstate Im grinding and I heard that it was a drought, and the FEDs was on they way to sweep Even if they was, Tuesday and Thursday aint part of my week But dig this here homie, Im only out here trying to get it Every couple of months, Im trying to stack another ticket Quit it then I move around, so these niggaz dont know my bidness Give my brother K my sister P, the work until the finish Plus I got Columbian connects, to fuck a nigga price off And they know its real, fuck with me and they gon fuck your life off Never seen the Federal Pen, and I dont plan on getting by one Material witness come, I load the talons and I fly one I holla at the Snowman, when I feel it need to snow And if it pump we gon jump to the mood, and work it then resco For trappers thats all they know, and we gon shine it when the time is right Duck off in the day and move at night, cause you know we still [Hook x4] [Boss:] Still sitting on white bricks, in the hood I aint no motherfucking fool, I wish these bitch niggaz would Got birds strapped under the hood of my low-low, middle finger pointed up for the po-po Got that pistol grip pump in my lap, riding out on the solo Got a call for three 9s, but I dont sell no pistols Im in distribution for selling soft sacks, with them crystals Cocainia hit em like missles, when they snort that first line or two Take over the whole neighborhood, is what Im trying to do So I dont do no cutting, when it comes to this work When trouble come the pumpll start barking, but it wont chirp But I been waiting for one of you niggaz, to get out of line Ima start hitting niggaz, up in the line one at a time With that H.G.C. like, Lil Boss up in his G Nikes Under the street lights, trying to get rid of the rest of this whizzite All it take is one whistle, and the homies is coming I strapped all them niggaz up, so when they get hit aint cutting cause I been [Hook x4] [ White Bricks Lyrics ]
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