Lyrics:
niggas checkin' game, I'm ballin' out on every level
Hear them haters talk but there's nothing you can tell 'em
Just made a million, got another million
to my D12 days
When we hit the club to go and hell-raise
Probably end up baggin' a cocktail waitress
And takin' her straight back to the Motel 8
Yeah,
this gut, what the fuck
I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck
While, Juvenile rippin' mics and shit
New York, New York ready for the likes
peeled like paint
Bottoms up, nigga, give it all ya got
From the bottom to the top, or get shanked, get shot
Provocative footage of this lyrical abuse
Hit em'
Yo I don't know what's up with this cat
But all I know, he's gonna be mine
Yes I'm the supa dupa, I'm a superstar
I got a super flow that
for now sit back, relax, and roll up them leaves
Enjoy that lakefront breeze, bang them chips with cheese
Cuz it’s hard to come by, good times gone
on a solo
Props for killin cops I'm hellbound
I'm on a motherfuckin mission, I'm goin at it
You want a freestyle kid I'm wilder than the penile
Back up
other man
Baby I just tappin' in
Checkin in
Are ya with ya other man
You know I could hit it better than he can
Waste man doin' waste man things
Why don’t
She uttered mmmhmmm then proceeded to lick her lips
She playin hard to get like I can't pick up on the signs
Ion judge books by the covers I just
I've got so much on my mind
Thoughts swimmin' late at night
Searchin' answers on my phone
Tell me how I'm supposed to know
2AM checkin' my phone
20
Im flexin the currensy
Flexin it too
I'm flexin it nice
Oo im flexin on you
I been chillin by my lonely
Stackin up same ol thing
Got no time for hoe
I've got so much on my mind
Thoughts swimmin' late at night
Searchin' answers on my phone
Tell me how I'm supposed to know
2AM checkin' my phone
20
Hey wats up yall this feezy 350 checkin in
This for eveyone out there rite that had one them gurl
Everyone of all that had one of them good gurls
One
ain't checkin' fo' me
Hope you checkin' now
I can teach you how to check about it
If the money made, you got a heart
You will sell out way before you even
Can’t be tamed’
Tame’
No I can’t be tamed’
Tame
Tame(x2)
0:25 verse 1
Checkin the phone’ I’m checkin if no is wreckin the home’ my jacket is gone’
She ain't really bad, I can tell by her toes
Then again, I can tell her water flows
Goin' outside, pushin' Z end of alphabet
See how I step, yeah, she
I'm so damn lucky
Just to be alive
500 Plus
Full moons gone by
I'm ever so grateful
For the chance to give
All that I got
The only way to live
I'll
It's too many women outhere
To go loco
Checkin by your demeanor
You ain't bout that life tho
This the land of opportunity
You take the chance
Don't
Mama told me never trust on a bitch, all that shit that she talkin' bout, she on your bad
Side
I'm just like a crook, but I woke up the bad guy,
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
to the drama
I met her through my nigga named Jermaine Palmer
Who knew her through his peoples by the Baltimore harbor
Alana was a Marylan' thurough
lips
Never wanted somethin' so bad
You started dancin' like, man
Got me checkin' you out again
Singin' all the wrong words with your friends
When I
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