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czego ja chce
Spokój (Check)
Lokum (Check)
Kłopotów brak na widoku (Check)
Fokus (Check)
Głosu (Check)
Świadomość że mam sposób (Check)
Spokój (Check

Said I want
Good sex
No stress
One bo
No ex
Small crew
Big checks
What’s next
More checks yeah
More checks
More sex yeah
No stress
Said I want
Good

Metula Ebelebebelebele

Why you Dey do like say you nu dey know, why you Dey do like say, you by know men, Why you Dey do like say you nu dey know
30BG get

Check Callin'

Plies

Check Callin

2017

DJ Jones

Baby, don't worry if I
Come home late like three or four
When that check call, I gotta go
Baby, I'm sorry
That check, it keep callin'

just gettin' fucked by your image
Steady frontin' like your tough
With no substance, fiction

Check me out, check me out, yeah
I'm back again
Check me

My Swagger that’s a reflex (Reflex)
Big Balling playingwith a check (Playing with a check)
Ya girl choosing her reflex (Next)
Amero bagged that guess

My Swagger that's a reflex (Reflex)
Big Balling playing with a check (Playing with a check)
Ya girl choosing her reflex (Next)
Amero bagged that

Check
Fen fen ress
Fen fen fen fen ress
Hold am aaaa
Fen fen ress
(Watch)
Fen fen fen fen ress
Hold am aaaaa
Run it up
Check
Watch am
Check
Run it up

I said lemme check your temperature

Whagwan

Hey lover
You're burning up
Similar to the song by the Jonas Brothers
Have a seat
You seem rather

got the funk and don't forget it
Taste the terror in ya area, so check it
Gets more wreck than Larry Davis undetected
So pass the Philly so a nigga can

next
Mic check
Mic check
Mic check
Wake up in the morning
I'm feeling exhausted
Nigga tired of mourning
All of our losses
Our people getting murdered
By

sayin
Couldn't stop for death, death stopped for me
I know I don't got no Grammys yet
But when the tide hits
Sittin by ur bed, watching MTV
While im out

Niggas be hating and these bitches mad 
Hop out that foreign some shit that go fast 
225 what it say on the dash 
Dressed in that polo them horses go fast

Free my Lil bro JP he ain't do
Nuthin wrong
Ran away once got sent to shit
By his mom
I slide for bro you know Fosho
Cause that's my fucking dog

I Like Chicken and Biscuits
                  Lyrics and Music By Gregory E. Finch 07/11/2014

                             (Chorus)

I Like Chicken

Verse 1 - 0:08:
Sunshine, summertime
And I'm feeling right
Time to make a wave
Hot sand, cool breeze
By the oceanside
Perfect summer days

Pre-Chorus

Verse 1 - 0:08:
Sunshine, summertime
And I'm feeling right
Time to make a wave
Hot sand, cool breeze
By the oceanside
Perfect summer days

Pre-Chorus

Mitch

If i feeling yo beat its no controlling Him
225 Im still a soldier slim
Bae thick like petroleum

Papi chulo whats she calling him
Create my wave

she gone cough cough
Yeah she gone go by metric
Yeah she gon go Bio-A
Yeah she gon go Automatic (Aye)
Yeah she wants the pills she's Krazy
Yeah she gon

The fucking mixing by Kiddy
Ouh là là
Ouh là Ouh là Ouh là Ouh làlà
Ouh là là
Ouh là Ouh là Ouh là Ouh làlà

J'reviens encore pour vous plier
Ta sœur

playing laser tag
Bitch please 223's shoot at cha gamertag
Tough on the internet I promise you gon pay for that
6'3" 225lbs pull up and beat yo ass
Pinky

ship
All I do is raw shit
Raw Vision be my clique
I'm a real artist workin
Like I'm paid by sponsorship
I deserve a scholarship
Cause I'm student off

I'm 5-10, forty 2, 225 with my shoes 
Little grey hair but handsome too
Big biceps to man handle you 
Strong legs and back to carry you 
Can get down

Hailing from the 225 gravestones
Apply chill to bone
Sever rappers by their fucking throats
Just another ghost in your ear, snap
Back if you fear, that