Lyrics:
undercover, stand by
Time to K.O. this bitch, on my que, finish her
Checkmate nigga
Checkmate nigga
Checkmate nigga
Checkmate nigga
Checkmate nigga
Checkmate
each person a piece on their square
Status set specifically by birth state, race, and social heir
Kings the presidents, prime ministers, CEOs,
She's always leaving early
And she always shows up late
She's a good one still trying
Let's no good time slip away
Gives a bear hug in
a man with a rockin' guitar
Found himself a beat and he played it near and far.
Everybody danced and sang and let the good times roll.
Again and again
dope
Yeah, everything, everything good
Everything, everything valid (Good, hoe)
Everything, everything nice
Kill shit, I been on a roll like dice (Yeah)
in time, you'll see the line
The line that's drawn between the good and the bad
See the blind man, he's shooting at the world
The bullets flying,
On a roll like where you at
I've been
I've been waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Time to do another lap
Calling up like where you at
By the time I get it in
time and I declare
I'll run my fingers through her hair
I run these streets like marathon
You can't touch me like Hammer, gone
Good to go, good to go
mowers
Say dutch time, roll up it's clutch time
And I burn mine, don't you ever ever touch mine
Fire it up dog, but watch out for 5-0
Eyes low from plenty
hard motherfuckers
So don't never go to sleep, you best to loc' up Cause we'll niggas roll four deep
Four deep, we'll niggas roll four deep Four deep,
Piped up on that nigga, he was dumb ass was tripping (strippers)
These niggas malicious, I had to get vicious (vicious)
Talkin' to bishop about my
filters
No I’m never gone switch up
Can’t catch what I pitch ya
Get checkmate with a bishop
Get double teamed during pick up
That’s me, D Book
I gotta shoot
She's the kind of woman that I need
The type to roll it up
Yeah, my baby bring the weed
Plus she look good in them jeans
Don't let her pass you by
Don't
good
One more time for God's chosen ones that's been all alone
I know you're somewhere out there trying your best
And trying your best to find someplace
Well, the good times hide
And so do I
Out of my control
I dig a hole
I'm gonna let the bad times roll
I'm gonna let the bad times roll
If
Well, the good times hide
And so do I
Out of my control
I dig a hole
I'm gonna let the bad times roll
I'm gonna let the bad times roll
If that's
give them all the good times that I’ve missed
Now I know I’m not loved by everyone, yeah I’ve got some issues
But I want it all to end well, ‘cause when
pretty, but so petty
Fuck that, never reach out
And touch my curls
More time goes by
I'm in the fourth grade
Lost a good friend
Car swerved into the wrong
the
Hey good-lookin' country gal
Hey good-lookin' country gal
Hey good-lookin' country gal
Hey pretty mama, let the good times roll
'Cause this ole
Plus fire ass shit (yeah, yeah)
A good weed that will make me choke
(all the time)
Hey Mr weedman (you can call me that baby)
I got that green
I got
Holy means separate and this is separation time
Your relation to what's good is like a medic to medical
So if I have good must give credit where credits
Give me the bread from the clout
I need a beach by my house
I can't run with a cat or a mouse
I'm stingy with a dab and a pounce
Back talk always come
the pace and I kept up studio time no fess up
Could've been dropped on a block pushing stalks in a sentra
G told me from the top leave the glocks
Cause
don’t talk unless
She calling bout the sex
Asked me if I’m by myself
She sent a thread with beaucoup neks
Say she tired of faking fucking
All you do is
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