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I need a check, check, check, I'm finna spaz out
I need a check, check, check, I'm finna spaz out
Flex on a nigga, man, I might just run up in your
check karun bibiyaan
Uski post mein lage bade filter
Par baby ke mooh pe na filter
Beech wale banda ko beech waali finger
Hoon main bete rapper, nahi rap
likely in a blunt, as I roll it real steady
Then I get mentally ready
To play a track from the Heavies and mellow out
'Cause my main objective is to be
likely in a blunt, as I roll it real steady
Then I get mentally ready
To play a track from the Heavies and mellow out
'Cause my main objective is to be
Will.i.am the ghetto (you can find it all), Will.i.am the ghetto (in the street)
'Cause I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature
Gotta keep thuggin I'm thuggin,
rid of me
Militant man with a brilliant plan
I might play the innocent hand
That's a William scam
But not only William can
Pull it off, I can pull off
Williams
Get it up on my own just like I'm Katt Williams
Illuminati system, I can't be a victim
Put my trust in God because I live through him
I won't stand
Screamin' out fuck love, bitch, I don't fuck with my ex
All a nigga know now, is chase a check
And no I will not slow down, my foot on y'all necks
(Steel Banglez)
Chyeah
Morrisson
Live by the gun, die by the gun (die by the gun)
But it is what it is if that time ever comes
Because I made
can't hide
If I hit you, would you slide
Would you slide, would you slide
Check your phone, I'm outside
I'm outside, I'm out
She wanna ride
Now she wanna
, summ by bed watching
Behind these eyes, the only thing I see out em is dead bodies
Main reason why I sip this codeine to sleep thru all of it
Dead
A nigga gon' be a nigga, man, a ho gon' be a ho
Get up out your feelings, man, it's time to hit the road
Check it out, you gotta make sure you on toes
yourself belly-up
BOOM! Headshot!
But I'm not done by a longshot yet
A strapping handsome rogue
But I'd call ya drop-dead
I'll make myself a necklace out
This shit ain't just happen overnight
It took time for me to run my check up
Puttin' in work, can't cheat the grind
It took time for me to run my
Be Careful Of Stones That You Throw
-Artist: Dion
-peak Billboard position # 31 in 1963
-previously recorded by Hank William, Sr. (as "Luke
to take
Your grandma out you got to know 'bout shit
To talk 'bout shit
Why the fuck you think I talk like this?
In any hood that you go, it's the same
gonna land you this time
You can't be put out by any fire truck I know of
That's right, 'cause it's
Banjo Bonnie
Your fanny is funny
When it's buttered up
of that bold (bold),
New (new) breed (breeding)
That extinguishes itself
By markings which resemble a
Wide tie
Directly below the
White collar
If it's
fraud state of mind
Caught me by surprise. But then I read between the lines/
Heard through the grapevine number five wrote your rhymes
Check
to me as if you might be livin' it well
New York to Cali, be in and out of town, body by Bally's
I like the way you flex, I wonder 'bout the sex
What
out Park Town
Big Gator one who made this song
I play it so real, I play it by ear
I don't know what you talkin' 'bout cowboy
But J Prince is real
main bitch a fan
They know that we taxin', feel like Uncle Sam
Just bought a new Lamb'
The blick it won't jam
Whole lot of new money, this shit ain't no
Sippin' Triple Sec out the bottle
Catch me whippin' in the fuckin' s-
(Fuck it, I fucked it, right on the last line)
(I'm in Rob's room smoking crack)
finna check me, who gonna check me fucker
I got the check, so who finna check me
Who gon' check me now
Dime trappin' all day tell 'em check it out
Who
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