Lyrics:
lean
f***king all the baddest b***ches
(Ye)
run through checks oversea
gucci shirts full of streaks
run through the bank no receipts
bills on me
they block till they all go down
We ain't Gon wait till they come around
Stop by at this momma house,
Yea we sure he got an ounce,
Hit that
Danger, tell these babies there's no
Space in the manger anybody get rude
I send for the head top rearranger
Go home and do the math
I'm Jme multiplied by
jury be VVSes
Kated by DTSes
Like Khalid shit we the best and
I tell em hoes I don't wanna talk
Just leave a message
Automatic stash boxes so they
Can
best dust off
Crew got rejected, security checks
Yes we jump fence, the back door gets unlocked
Fire escapist, save a quick rush job
Sneak in half my
holding the handgun
She was giving birth
To a baby boy to be just like you
I I wonder what's that worth
I I wonder if you ever knew that you
Was a role
feelings I'm over you, period
I know you missing me
While I run up a check, yea you dissing me
And I can't get you back by like any means
You was stuck by my
I walk thru
It might get hectic
I'm the life of the party
Make you cats feel hella threatened
Just by my presence
I make you show your true essence
We
We are not the same
Not the same
Check the DNA
I am what you ain’t
What I’m saying
We so different
Check the image
We are not alike
You are the thing
the DcWLS,
Swiping thier card
We're pretty paid,
Mama Nai in charge
Triad bitches think they run my checks,
Left the dumb b****es
Bluecheese is a mess
Miss
Just point out the bounce
Yes, just point out the bounce nigga
Yo, listen
Rumor has it "The Blueprint" classic
Couldn't even be stopped by Bin
Come check me inna di night and mek we get it amplified
Me nuh quick fi run da ship, me nah go slip, me nah go slide
In other words the love I got
one, I don't walk a line, bitch, I run
'Cause we don't got no time to waste, so come on Denaun
They call me five to nine, and thought duh-dun, duh-dun
yeah)
What time we takin' off today? My type of stress (stress)
I send them boys by, but surprise they gon' collect (ooh, yeah)
Ain't seen your ass in
is sad
We saw that video of him in court, he a yes man
"Is YSL a gang?" That nigga said, "Yes ma'am"
Yes ma'am I know about crimes that they
Bush'll pay homage to me
I'm putting in a lot of work man acknowledge a g
Yes, yes, a g I am, holla if you need some grams
I'm poppin' off by myself I
Bush'll pay homage to me
I'm putting in a lot of work man acknowledge a g
Yes, yes, a g I am, holla if you need some grams
I'm poppin' off by myself I
the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
Yes any time you want to
305 on my plates, a nigga still sellin' weight
Still
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
di girls dem sugar dats all (zagga)
Welcome di king of di dancehall (send off)
Pon bed pon floor against wall (what?)
We sex dem all 'til dem call
di girls dem sugar dats all (zagga)
Welcome di king of di dancehall (send off)
Pon bed pon floor against wall (what?)
We sex dem all 'til dem call
do anything else)
Check it out, baby, we're talking to you
Hear this beat, it's done by me
I do them ill beats, ya know what I'm sayin'?
People
tryna score, check them shot clocks
But I hit 'em with them 'Bron/Iguodal blocks
Eat the cake and he suck on my toes, yes
Hitting them home runs, I'll
C-L-E?
We got heat!
Y'all know what happened to the thief when the king catch him stealin',
Got his hands in the cookie jar.
Off with his hand!
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