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Checks (Radio Edit)
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Checks (Radio Edit) fue publicado el 29 de octubre de 2020 por 926212 Records DK2 como parte del álbum Checks (Radio Edit) [Radio Edit] - Single
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Fecha de lanzamiento29 de octubre de 2020
Sello926212 Records DK2
IdiomaEnglish
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Letras

I'm about to make a public service announcement
I think it's funny when think that they can do what I do
Just because they see me doing it
That's an insult
That's an insult
Can you do this though
Y'all getting washed, and I don't do dishes
Lips to my shoes, now you gon' kiss em
My get it good
I treat don't trick em
So they always come back
Like a Chef to a kitchen
My Benji's blue like a was
My dogs go woo
When I say sick 'em
My dogs go woo
When I say sick em
So never let me catch ya lil slipping
The plug and I we glove tight
When ya plug is a ditz the discount right
When I light food sound nice
General Tso's with the brown rice
King of my town this crown bright
My head getting big so this fit tight
I don't sleep kid, but it's alright
Cause I can go ahead and do this all night
I get checks so she give me no lip
Get this flex from a quick
Flip
Text LC for the custom kicks
She on me when she see this whip
Givenchy for the rest of the fit
Picture me ever chasing a chick
There's no need how they flock to the kid
And I got hands so I don't need sticks
Yeah I said it
Beef, I dead it
Me in the game I bet y'all dread it
Y'all behave or you get beheaded
And I'mma come for 'em
Something like Reddit
Give me a thick bad good credit
If shordy can't cook then you can forget it
'Cause I need my chicken seasoned and breaded
A invest though, I get my own lettuce
And y'all get down like a lockdown drill
This that sound that the town gon' feel
A gon' cook til it look like a meal
If a get booked then it's shush for real
We move quickly whole team wit me
I got savages from Philly
I got family in NY
I got goons who shoot from MD
I got brothers out in Jersey
All my from the dirty
I don't even gotta move
They my hittas they hit for me
And I don't say nothin' twice
When I speak I know you heard me
They say Andy what's your type
Well I like real and getting money
I get checks so she give me no lip
Get this flex from a quick
Flip
Text LC for the custom kicks
She on me when she see this whip
Givenchy for the rest of the fit
Picture me ever chasing a chick
There's no need how they flock to the kid
And I got hands so I don't need sticks
We'll do this the hard way
Pull up on 'em like Hardaway
Like a star on broadway
I shine 'cause I ball play
Got time like all day
Tunnel vision like a hallway
In the kitchen whippin' sorbet
The way I whip it like it's gourmet
Everything I'm owed well I'm taking that
And if that's what you're on then don't take it back
And I'm balancing the G's that's another stack
Had to bounce up out the scene like a jumping jack
You can't catch up when I get like this
Put a check up on the wrist like this
How you think I flic like this
Drip down the fit like this
Ooh
you was but you not
My be wild'n they make it go pop
Flexing with checks from a week on the job
You bought a new fit now you thinking you hot
I see the door to the win I'mma knock
Think I won't well watch
Can't even tell the time on the clock
Runnin' up numbers and checking my stock
Hear my name circle around your block
Why is you lookin so shocked
Like I ain't been around in the spot
Like my name ain't really this hot
On my elevator to the top
Sorry for you kid you lost
If you not riding wit me you an opp
And you not rising with me you get dropped
Written by: Andrew Jones
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