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E-40 Ft. B-Legit – Smellin Like a Brick Mp3 Download + Lyrics

E-40 Ft. B-Legit – Smellin Like a Brick Mp3 Download.

The song “Smellin Like a Brick” from E-40 that he dispensed in partnership with B-Legit is the number 5 track on his EP project The Curb Commentator Channel 1. This music that was released on May 8, 2020 is produced by Rec the Beats.

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E-40 Ft. B-Legit – Smellin Like a Brick Lyrics

[Intro]
JPZ, you’re a genius
Rec the Beats

[Chorus]
Came in with a whole lotta money (Lotta money, lotta money)
Walk up in this muh’fucka lit (‘fucka lit, ‘fucka lit)
I’m fresh up off the muh’fuckin’ block (‘fuckin’ block, ‘fuckin’ block)
Probably still smellin’ like a brick (Like a brick)
Smellin’ like a brick (Like a brick)
Like a brick (Like a brick)
I’m probably still smellin’ like a brick
Smellin’ like a brick (Like a brick)
Like a brick (Like a brick)
I’m probably still smellin’ like a brick, smellin’ like a brick

[Verse 1: E-40]
I bled the block, I pounded the pavement (Mhm)
I had more birdies than the Falcons and Ravens (Mhm)
A brick is my fragrance, used to keep ’em in basements (Mhm)
Cook up the candy in a pot or a Mason (Mhm)
Jars full of residue, that Fred Flintstone, that yabba doo (Mmm)
Break down the yola the same color as Krazy Glue (Mmm)
Them folks didn’t notice me, I was sneaky and smart
I wore these glasses to look like a square and drove a Dodge Dart
My connection was Spanish, showed me love when I copped
Used to meet me at Pilot, or Flying J’s Truck Stop
When I sit in the barber chair, thumper under my apron
When you havin’ your slices, you know these suckaz be hatin’
Exclusive game is the shit, my custom outfits be lit (Uh-huh)
My watch cost a hundo, done by Iceman Nick (Done right)
I sip Prosecco (Sip Prosecco), fuck with edibles (Edibles)
Smoke CBD and THC medical (Medical), BITCH

[Chorus]
Came in with a whole lotta money (Lotta money, lotta money)
Walk up in this muh’fucka lit (‘fucka lit, ‘fucka lit)
I’m fresh up off the muh’fuckin’ block (‘fuckin’ block, ‘fuckin’ block)
Probably still smellin’ like a brick (Like a brick)
Smellin’ like a brick (Like a brick)
Like a brick (Like a brick)
I’m probably still smellin’ like a brick
Smellin’ like a brick (Like a brick)
Like a brick (Like a brick)
I’m probably still smellin’ like a brick, smellin’ like a brick

[Verse 2: B-Legit]
Felon, I be bailin’ through my hood
Cutty on them gold ones, got that [?] gellin’ [?] in my wood
Time to get the bag, hit the block and snatch the [?] chef [?]
I sell [?] each ten [?] whole, let him woom-wop the rest
Text my bottom bitch, told that ho we havin’ company
She know that mean we cookin’, so nobody at her auntie’s
Old school nigga, still rockin’ out the gumbo
Draco, it’s a Russian, so you know them bullets tumble
Started out in Humboldt, swappin’ out the snow cap
Plays with them Boguts and them H-A’s, no cap
Hundred on the buyout, another on the arm
Hit me on the signal, we gon’ meet up at the farm
Miss with that swag bag, bruh, we don’t do that
Triple lays only, little homies run through that
Ever see the king? You could spot him by his two straps
Smellin’ like a brick, movin’ shit for them blue racks, true facts

[Chorus]
Came in with a whole lotta money (Lotta money, lotta money)
Walk up in this muh’fucka lit (‘fucka lit, ‘fucka lit)
I’m fresh up off the muh’fuckin’ block (‘fuckin’ block, ‘fuckin’ block)
Probably still smellin’ like a brick (Like a brick)
Smellin’ like a brick (Like a brick)
Like a brick (Like a brick)
I’m probably still smellin’ like a brick
Smellin’ like a brick (Like a brick)
Like a brick (Like a brick)
I’m probably still smellin’ like a brick, smellin’ like a brick

[Verse 3: E-40]
One day (One day), I might buy me a Five Guys (Uh)
A Whataburger, or a Kentucky Fried
Chicken, I’m havin’ my chicken now that I mention
Right now, I’ma need y’all undivided attention
I get what I want, you get what you can afford
When I’m in a virtual meetin’, I sit on the board
I’m havin’ my capital, venture capital
I ain’t local, I’m global, ho, international

[Verse 4: B-Legit]
I do what I wanna do, smoke when I wanna smoke
Practice social distancin’, I don’t really fuck with folks
Thought the boy was solid, he pillow-talkin’ sucka stroke
Bonkers over baby, everybody and they mama know
I was playin’ dominoes and it was on me
Yeah, 40 had that rocket on him, 223
Yeah, never out of pocket, don’t believe what you see
Boy, it’s fire in that hole whenever fuckin’ with me

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