Lyrics:
pants fit
You make a nigga go broke
You move to faith mission
I love to fuck, I love to
Fuck, I love to fuck, i love to fuck
(Check me out) i love
No matter what you say or what you do
When I'm alone, I'd rather be with you
Fuck these other niggas, I'll be right by your side
'Til 3005, hold
trust)
Flyin' in a Wraith, yeah
Pass by time through the day, yeah (skrrt)
Blinded with hate, yeah
I ain't got time for the chase, yeah
Just me
Many duplicate faggots
Ice Water, Ice Water
Infinite gangsta shit, check it out
In-stoppable, in-touchable
You couldn't flex on me
If you was
though
That long term froze is up
The jone is up
I get swallowed by the barracuda
Androids read raps off iPhones
I choke the blood out of felt tips
I drop by to check on mama
For a minute
I could hear her hummin' a tune
Through the screen door in the kitchen
She was puttin' the final
I had a partner named Courtney
Dead, pulled by a van, blood gone from his head
I had another partner named Terry
Dead, he tried to flee the scene
know that I
Live and die for the things I do slang
I use breakin' down mics and destroyin' crews.
1-2-1-2 uh
1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2
1-2-1-2
Nothing hits so definite, hits so hard
When he's moved from Old White Hart
and he's doing the Old Graveyard
We're running a check. On the love we had
or leave it, you better gain way
You better hit the bull's eye, the kid don't play
And if there was a problem, yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while
check
Come quietly the punishment awaits you
I'm playin' games and I know you can't relate too
Surprise my rhyme hit you from the blind side
You
and work it baby
Go white boy, go white boy, go!
Check out the hook. vanilla ice, yep, yep
I'm makin' a killin' and chillin' because I'm cool
turquoise
Toys turn to girls, boys turn to men
I'll end the situation by not starting
In this case I'm committed
Serve em like Lendal
Smoked out in interviews
nuts still hangin', moble phone ringin'
Ain't stoppin' 'till the fat lady starts singin' and hollerin'
And moanin'i'm humpin'
Check my watch god damn
[Chorus: Cutty Cartel]
No I don't like calamari by and no I don't eat caviar
But you might catch me exquisit at the bar
You're the finest that I seen thus
heard that my pool parties like Mardi Gras
I know you heard that my girl is sponsored by Audemars
That's why she always correctin' me when my time is
you check-to-check reciting rhymes
So call me what you want, wanna hate? Have a nice time
While I get stupid paper, hey, my dough ain't in its right
Go ahead, close ya eyes, who the next to step?
Face down, hit, bleedin' on the steps a death
Check yo self, you just been invaded by true soldiers
wanna stay connected
Hip you to the rules of the game, shorty check it
[Chorus]
The chain on my neck (preserve the sexy)
The O's in the check
dead
Straight from high street, raised by the o.g.'s
Never slanged keys, but quick to drop them be's
Put 'em in the trunk and that ain't no front
'Cause
platinum before the sessions over
Rap master with the Houston heat holder
These players best to get they shit in check
Cause when I get my hustle on ain't
lover
But one time I shot my lover, popped my lover
Plead insanity, said forgot I love her
So come check me out if you shop for brotha
I got weight
swell
Sell me name to the cops and rather see me locked up in a cell
Can you blame me for not wanting to check the check?
Not knowing things are barley
to see me livin' swell
Sell me name to the cops and rather see me locked up in a cell
Can you blame me for not wanting to check the check?
Not
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