Lyrics:
Well, it's the underground,
You know that we're down with wutchyalike
Yeah, with wutchyalike, yeah
And though we're usually on the serious tip, check
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by nigga, I'ma knock fire nigga
from yo' ass, you can come try nigga (HEY!)
In the hood, all
and ain't no turning back
Me and my cousin ?? say I got him for a fucking sack
I told him check his bitch, but he didn't here me though
He didn't
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, check it out
Introducin' the international
Worldwide, Brick City
To each his own, I'ma have
At the top spot ain't nobody close to me
I walk around like I'm the King Of New York
Bitch it's As-Salaam-Alaikum
I don't fuck with the pork
Niggas think they
And when it get warmer, I'm jumpin' in the stormer
Duck when I'm passin' by
Put your head between your legs, kiss your ass good-bye, braaa
You can kiss
my check up
Big gas this some pressure
Down to slide like electric
Steppin
Steppin
Steppin
Steppin
Steppin
Steppin
Steppin
Steppin
Nah we can't mix
I jumped out the blocks like ready! set! go!
Check all my traps and dodge the fair cold
I'm all about the mix like a fuckin collage
And out
This that, fire!
It's your man Bambino, Sick Boi thriller
King of fly rappers, there ain't none iller
I'm into fly sneakers, colors like Gullies
So
not
You're through you need protection from
King Tee's resurrection peep the session
Loc get the full +Tee+ spoon
Swallow it fast cause I'm about
tsitsi wo
Sɛ nea me Kyiri Wia no RAMADAN
Me di wo bɛ breaki me fast sɛ Eid Fitr
Bring it down for me
Check your weight
Check your weight
Shake bum bum
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
Yeah hey
Bright lights, big dreams
Nice night or so it seems
Stroll in the club with her tight fit jeans
Praying that she
together, ain't close to the dribby I see
No, no, no disrespect
But this gyal deh pon another level, cut the check (uh)
Tell King mag, stop the press
Say
Verse 1 (0:00 - 0:15):
""Big time Baller, Confidence in my eyes,
Big league bound, Ready to rise.
Day by day, I own the court,
Basketball king, i
when you see me, when you see me by the check, yeah
Play my cards right that Ace of Spade stay on deck, yeah
I don't play with hearts, so I tat it on her
a eight in a two liter that how I mix it up
You lovin' 'em bitches, then cuffin' 'em bitches, them bitches ain't nothing to us
Checks I'm fucking 'em up,
Pull up to the club we be on Banshees and CRs
Ask about us who we are
I'm a young king I'm wassup
I ain't asking for no ride I
Made it here all by
look at the muscle
Riding round and I'm getting it
Better check that shit cuz I'm ignant
Got a hundred racks and i spent it
In a black Maybach I bent it
these be the charms
Sheba, King Tut suite at the Khalifa
Tied to a chair getting burned by cohibas
A well dressed thug who run clubs in the Koreas
Me and honeydip see eye to eye
And if I see bull, she'll walk on by
But that's not the style of the black child
Broke from the shine, I get it go
The adventures of Miss Money Jane
Everybody's oldest girlfriend
Don't let that chick get inside your head
And play games with your mind (check it
on before
Right about now - all my thugs around the world
If you love reggae music I want you to do this
Check it out, yo
Ah, put your lighter in the air,
fours
Pimping four hoes and I'm packing four fours
[Slim Thug]
Now look who creeping look who crawling still balling in the mix
It's that six six
of ya'll motherfuckers out there, y'all know it!
I'm bout to show you right here, check it out
I been reppin' heavy to all you tardy cats
While you
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