Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Check Up , by - Boosie Badazz. Song from the album Empire, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 26.10.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Aikkon Boyz
Song language: English
Check Up |
| It’s for all my niggas getting that check up |
| Put your motherfucking hoods up |
| I wanna see your motherfucking hoods up |
| Nigga lets ride out |
| To all my niggas getting that check up |
| Nigga let’s roll nigga |
| In my project, we come up hard |
| Serving, working and building cards |
| Fuck cleaning pussy boy |
| But ain’t nothing in that pussy boy |
| Flip the pack, make it stack |
| Make it last |
| Make it move |
| Been seen to much |
| Fuck nigga, I ain’t afraid of you |
| Work off the streets, teenagers payed on a cool |
| You ain’t taking nothing I got, old school |
| I got k’s for you |
| Stack my dollars |
| Keep it silent |
| Mind my damn business |
| Hundred fifty fucking twenties in my tanned dickies |
| My nigga keep a bad bitch |
| She keep them grands with me |
| That’s my nigga there |
| Pass that future G |
| All I know is hustle, bustle |
| Boosie play to win |
| God made them leave me alone |
| They lay again |
| I hustle hard |
| Hustle hard to get the things I got |
| You think I’m playing but I’m not |
| Look at this chain and watch |
| Don’t wanna step on nobody toe |
| Don’t want no drama |
| Nigga I just want the money |
| Money by the pound |
| Young nigga gettin' a check up |
| (Check up echos) |
| I’m a young nigga getting all check up |
| But no I ain’t talking bout the physical, really though |
| Zero to a motherfucking milli, go get it |
| Rule too smooth like a criminal |
| Your pussy is for dead and pitiful |
| Stepping through the city on my tippy toe |
| And I came a long way from a shag bottom tracks |
| With the pro wing shoes and the tilico, really though |
| Running my bands |
| Running through, running through bands |
| Soon as they touching my hands |
| Bumpers and grind |
| Stacks stuffed up in my pants |
| Too much money for fans |
| Couple a bitch |
| But me a be fuckng a bitch |
| Plus I’m in love with her heads |
| She told me she love me |
| I told her shut up, she lying |
| How you in love with a brick |
| She know I got my check up |
| There’s baby mamma on my dick |
| She wanna get her neck up |
| She know her nigga next up |
| Finest and I be and I be flexed up |
| Fuck she don’t impress us |
| All these ladies and these carrots |
| Imma silent when I dress up |
| Niggas sit down |
| When I tell you get down |
| Now get down |
| Purple drink to wash the shit down |
| Every leak gonna sneak |
| I run the streets in my pleats |
| Freaks in my suits and they vary by the week |
| Am rich now |
| Snash a nigga bitch now |
| They go big dog |
| That’s what they say in all my pictures |
| Lately I’ve been writing scriptures |
| With the switches, it’s official |
| Then you hitch on 14 inches on you bitches |
| Ridiculous, ridiculous |
| My neck piece the sickest |
| I always tucking in for I get ignorant |
| The business, the business |
| Young tall bridges |
| I got coke and white bitches |
| It’s a difference when you give in |