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Despot - House of Bricks Lyrics


 

Despot - House of Bricks Lyrics


From – Don’t Look Up (Soundtrack from the Netflix Film) 2021


This little piggy got a house made of bricks

Hand over hand over hand over fist

This little piggy got a house made of bricks

Huff and puff bitch, you ain’t blowing down shit


Running on fumes, walking on coals

Pockets on Rogaine, balled out of control

Green means go, red means go

I’m color-blind motherfucker, I don’t know

Feet are beating the block

I’m bleeding it squeezing the juice out

D’s are screaming to stop, I’m fleeing the scene with the tool out

Money talk, if you showing off, then that money talk too loud

Slap a gag order on the vault and cut Benjamin’s tongue out

Them dead presidents run mouth

Won’t be no more discussion

Go so hard in the paint, I fuck it, bust a nut in the bucket

And run amok on you fuckwits, and piss and cuss up in public

My come-up ain’t one to fuck with, not for nothing you nothing

Stop it slime, y’all are snot rockets

Got a lot of product stocked in the Dockers, that’s hot pockets

Fresh out the car wash, still got a dirty trunk

Out for that gold plaque like some old dirty fronts


This little piggy got a house made of bricks

Hand over hand over hand over fist

This little piggy got a house made of bricks

Huff and puff bitch, you ain’t blowing down shit


One fish, two fish, platinum fish, gold fish

So rich I burn bridges to keep a stoge lit

Put the Queensboro in my pipe and smoke it

Then scrape the bowl clean and blaze it to the roach clip

I play them corners like a rook on a chessboard

Couple thousand dollars worth of work in the Guess drawers

Up and down the block play ring and run up at death’s door

Ain’t bother asking coppers what I’m under arrest for

I let it splatter in the batter til it’s magnifique

The Motorola blow up ’til battery acid leak

A grand feast on the block, so let the man eat

This one’s on the house, I prefer it off the damn street


This little piggy got a house made of bricks

Hand over hand over hand over fist

This little piggy got a house made of bricks

Huff and puff bitch, you ain’t blowing down shit


It’s the oh my God father of soul, rock and roll

Stop, drop, lock, and load, dot dot dot, you know the rest

Holes in chests, lay souls to rest

Clothes a mess, best protect necks or you’ll be next

I hold weight and distribute it post-haste

Get whole birds on the arm, I’m Ghostface

Making tall orders, taking no shorts

How’d that little guy get on such a high horse?




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