Frankie Smith - Brick House Lyrics
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Brick House
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What Are The Lyrics For Brick House By Frankie Smith?
She's a brick-house
Mighty might just lettin' it all hang out She's a brick-house The lady's stacked and that's a fact, ain't holding nothing back. She's a brick-house She's the one, the only one, who's built like a amazon We're together everybody knows, and here's how the story goes. She knows she got everything a woman needs to get a man, yeah. How can she use, the things she use 36-24-36, what a winning hand! She's a brick-house Mighty might just lettin' it all hang out She's a brick-house The lady's stacked and that's a fact, ain't holding nothing back. The clothes she wears, the sexy ways, make an old man wish for younger days She knows she's built and knows how to please Sure enough to knock a man to his knees She's a brick-house Mighty might just lettin' it all hang out She's a brick-house The lady's stacked and that's a fact, ain't holding nothing back. The clothes she wears, the sexy ways, make an old man wish for younger days She knows she's built and knows how to please Sure enough to knock a man to his knees Shake it down, shake it down now Shake it down, shake it down now Shake it down, shake it down now |
Who Wrote Brick House By Frankie Smith?
Lionel Richie, Milan Williams, Ronald Lapread, Thomas Mcclary, Walter Orange, William King
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What's The Duration Of The Brick House By Frankie Smith?The duration of Brick House is 4:39 minutes and seconds. |
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