Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cut a Check, artist - Suave-SkiAlbum song The Black Lodge, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.06.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dirty Version
Song language: English
Cut a Check |
Dudes say they got a song and want me to get on it |
But never leave enough room for me to spit on it |
Probably terrified I’ll take a huge shit on it |
Fuck the beat like a bitch then wipe my dick on it |
They put they fam' on it cause I go H.A.M. |
on it |
Been nice since Cosmo D did Jam On It |
Heavy metal fans paint a pentagram on it |
Cause I’m so psychotic it study my bioptic |
It’s (One) for the money |
(Two) For the whole scene |
(Three) for the flow to make my veins glow green |
Superhero rapper with an M-16 |
You only 16 biting Eminem’s 16's |
I’m pristine, spit clean like Swisher with Listerine |
Listen to my syllables, invincible it seems |
I’m invisible, a dream, a literal Nepheline |
No one F with my team cause my breath turn to steam |
From the depth of machines that power my lungs |
I eat moons when I’m not devouring suns |
Y’all are cowards and bums |
Get overpowered and run |
Got your whore on the floor getting showered with cum |
Or covered with cow dung |
You’re wondering how come? |
Cause bitches is bullshit when they letting they mouth run |
So what’s the outcome? |
Shit you tell me |
I’m at the crib, holla back, sincerely A. P |
All I do is 1−2, microphone check |
Show up to the show to spaz and catch wreck |
Cut a check motherfucker cut a check |
Cut a check motherfucker cut a check |
Ayo my sophomore teacher would meet me behind the bleachers |
Triple X movie with full special features |
To each his own, don’t judge us secret lovers |
Busted in the rubber, too young for baby mothers |
Swagging in an old Volkswagen |
Puff blunts like dragons |
Varsity jackets, we had to have 'em |
Bag 'em all up like groceries and bring 'em back to the pad |
Where my room sports mad trophies |
Suaved out, so you know the hoes approached me |
My game too tight, the coaches can’t even coach me |
High school phenom' I put my whole team on |
All the beat geeky ass chicks need to dream on |
Homecoming king, do my thing with the queen bitch |
Never did homework but still made the Dean’s List |
I deem this way too rare for the common |
You a nobody, should’ve left you in the condom |
I fly past these helium filled rappers |
Gassed up by all them yes men and actors |
The fact is we appeal more to the masses |
Ashes to ashes there’s no late passes |
Cut a check I shouldn’t have to say much |
To get it jumping like it’s 32 sluts playing double dutch |
Inside of a V where the engine is dead as fuck |
And they bungying off a cliff but not before licking my nuts |
Hold up |
My rival, is homicidal |
I don’t understand who idolizing all the things that I do |
I do not condone all your fuckery |
So to them ass kissing rappers fix they lip before they pucker please |
Now eat a dick off of some china white with some cutlery |
I’m olly oxen, lolly popping niggas, bitch I’m sucker free |
Middle fingers up in the air like an apostrophe |
Ap' told get in my bag, it’s a colostomy |
Shitting all over you niggas it a colonoscopy |
You damn right, just a regular asshole |
We do not compare to shooting threes to a layup |
There’s no hoes to a player, you niggas is Princess Leia |
I’m Luke strapped with a bomb |
At best you luke warm |
I’m nuke missiles engaged to blaze and fully armed |
Cause I blow up when I show up |
I could throw up on your raps |
And it still be the same, y’all regurgitating fags |