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Meek Mill - F**k That Check Up (feat. Lil Uzi Vert) [OFFICIAL AUDIO]
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出演艺人
Meek Mill
Meek Mill
演唱
MP808
MP808
Programming
Lil Uzi Vert
Lil Uzi Vert
演唱
Ryan Jumper
Ryan Jumper
Programming
作曲和作词
Rodriguez Smith
Rodriguez Smith
词曲作者
Terrell McNeal
Terrell McNeal
词曲作者
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Robert Rihmeek Williams
词曲作者
Symere Woods
Symere Woods
词曲作者
制作和工程
Meek Mill
Meek Mill
监制
Ryan Jumper
Ryan Jumper
助理混音工程师
James "Jayme Be" Belt
James "Jayme Be" Belt
助理工程师
William Dougan
William Dougan
助理工程师
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
监制
Miles Walker
Miles Walker
混音工程师
MP808
MP808
制作人
Anthony Cruz
Anthony Cruz
工程师
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
母带工程师

歌词

Lil' fish, yeah If you can't swim, you gon' drown, hoe We ain't gon' save you either Hahahah Bad lil thottie, she got bodies I'm on perkies, she on molly Sippin' on dirty, smokin' on Cali Big Rolls Royce, no Maseratis I'm 'bout to pull out that V12 I'ma shit on these niggas like Ezel Let her ride on that dick with no seatbelt With the money, I know she don't mean well Niggas running their mouth like they females When you winning, they only wan' see you fail When you winning, they only wan' see you lose Niggas steal and I can't let 'em see my moves Wait, ha ha, selling that cocaina (white!) Started off selling that crack rock (crack rock) Now we sell out arenas (lit!) White boys say I'm genius, white girls say I'm gnarly Did 30 bandz in Neimans, now we 20 grand at Barney's Ever put a pop bitch on the block list, I don't pop shit Cause I got shit, in the drop six With a thot bitch, whole squad lit Heard your new shit, that is not it Whole gang with me on some mob shit He ain't talkin' money then its nonsense Bran got the gas, you are not lit, no way Fuck that check up (fuck that check up) Fuck that check up (fuck that check up) We gettin' rich and these niggas sick They need a check up (they need a check up) I'm so lit I fucked that bitch as soon as I met her (soon as I met her) Fuck that check up (fuck it up) Young nigga, fuck that check up (young nigga, young nigga) Fuck that check up (fuck it up) Light my wrist and my neck (woah, woah) Fuck that check up (fuck it up) Young nigga, fuck that check up (fuck that check up) Fuck that check up (fuck that check up) Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up) Fuck that check up (fuck that check up) Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up) Ha, yeah Back in this bitch and we litty again I'm 'bout to land in the city again She with the gang, he tripping again He like, "You out with that nigga again?" She gettin' cocky like, "Yeah I'm with him" Five bands, Gucci coat, rockin' 1s I'll never wear it again, no (Huh, yeah!) Gucci swag so relaxed Louis bag with the hat, Uzi Vert with the mac Damn, thought I wasn't, fuck you then hit your cousin All hunnits, don't want no twenty Stop hatin', fuck nigga get money Fuck your bitch, hit it once Ain't my type, give her back, uh My Rarri, no keys like vroom My car don't got room Yeah, I put all of them guap in the front Yeah, my engine in the back Little nigga we don't talk about nothing If that shit not 'bout the racks Don't call my phone, don't leave no message But that girl was swerving me, diamonds emergency Better hit 911 Up all night, don't rest much Spent two hunnid put the rest up Young nigga fuck that check up Young nigga fuck that check up Fuck that check up (fuck that check up) Fuck that check up (fuck that check up) We gettin' rich, and these niggas sick They need a check up (they need a check up) I'm so lit I fucked that bitch as soon as I met her (soon as I met her) Fuck that check up (fuck it up) Young nigga, fuck that check up (young nigga, young nigga) Fuck that check up (fuck it up) Light my wrist and my neck (woah, woah) Fuck that check up (fuck it up) Young nigga, fuck that check up (fuck that check up) Fuck that check up (fuck that check up) Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up) Fuck that check up (fuck that check up) Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up) Uh, my old bitch, yo' new bitch She wanna vibe like Q-Tip, she get tagged like you it Nigga said he wanna fade me, we ran into him He ain't wan' do shit I don't care what he sayin', we ain't playin' We just came to shoot shit Yeah, run up them racks (run it up, run it up) I'm gettin' back (run it up, run it up) Niggas be tweetin' (niggas be tweetin') They gettin' smacked Bitches be screenshottin', tell 'em to hit me on Snap She hit me back, oh Lord, she gettin' clapped Ever fuck a bad bitch in the bando, air mattress Going HAM-o, poppin' cash shit, Bape camo with the masses Dirty young bull living lavish Gets yo' mans up, go to Paris 20 grand up when the teller hit You can tell we ain't never had shit, no way Fuck that check up (fuck that check up) Fuck that check up (fuck that check up) We gettin' rich, and these niggas sick They need a check up (they need a check up) I'm so lit I fucked that bitch as soon as I met her (soon as I met her) Fuck that check up (fuck it up) Young nigga, fuck that check up (young nigga, young nigga) Fuck that check up (fuck it up) Light my wrist and my neck (woah, woah) Fuck that check up (fuck it up) Young nigga, fuck that check up (fuck that check up) Fuck that check up (fuck that check up) Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up) Fuck that check up (fuck that check up) Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Writer(s): R. Smith, R. Williams, S. Woods Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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