| I just want a check
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| Black sheep 2
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| Just got the call
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| Bird hit me up, he like, «let go move this raw»
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| I got dope in my jaw
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| They talk to police, we gon' lay down the law
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| I ain’t saying i did nothing
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| But my intuition, that crime pays
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| I get my money
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| Five ways, six ways, seven ways
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| I’m always grinding
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| I’m always on to my next phase
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| Always walk with my chest out
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| I got chest pains
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| Took your girl to my condo
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| Now her g-string, it got wet stains
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| She was praying for a diamond, so i took that bitch to a Met’s game
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| Scooted off on my jet plane
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| She analzying my text message
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| She a left brain
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| She got neck pain
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| She been sucking dick for too long
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| She got the best frame
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| I swear to god
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| I don’t want no drama from your baby momma
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| I just want a bank account with eighty commas
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| I’m just trying to pull out a Mercedes on 'em
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| I got my ducks all in a line, check!
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| No fucks on my mind, check!
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| No luck, it’s just grind, check!
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| And i’m tucking a nine, check!
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| I just want me that check!
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| I just want me that check!
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| Big Cash Money charm on my neck
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| Roll around dumbing out about respect
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| I got plugs that do too much drugs
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| They get wasted don’t need collect
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| She got face and gonna need more neck
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| I got brakes and don’t need no Ref
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| I got tapes that cause me more stress
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| But i got pace and don’t need no rest
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| I’ve been grinding my ass off
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| My feet on the asphalt
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| Up late and the cash talk
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| Smoking on bath salt
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| I think it’s my Dad’s fault
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| Standing outside of my crib on a shroom
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| And i ain’t got a clue where i am
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| Pop me a Xan
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| Betting my people for two hundred grand
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| Smoking like two hundred grams
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| I swear to god
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| I don’t want no drama from your baby momma
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| I just want a bank account with eighty commas
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| Man these rappers pussy, and they stay with drama
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| Stay with Drama
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| I got my ducks all in a line, check!
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| No fucks on my mind, check!
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| No luck, it’s just grind, check!
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| And i’m tucking a nine, check!
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| I just want me that check!
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| I just want me that check!
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| I just want a check
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| We don’t give no fucks about none money and cars
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| We just wan' be in charge
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| Don’t act like i ain’t in touch with my soul
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| Can i reach for the stars
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| I’ve been on route to my prime
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| My mommma struggled and it made me grind
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| They ain’t this hungry it’s best they resign
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| Everytime i drop let 'em glimpse the divine
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| I turn up for the check
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| Three days and ain’t nobody slept
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| My team come for the industry neck
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| We signed with Cash Money
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| That’s cause they came in correct
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| I’m the best fucking secret they kept
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| To 'Em my respect from the Pro’s in the business
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| Oh i’m gonna take it with god as my witness
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| Run up a check like it’s some type of fitness
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| We serve 'em plates, they was dirty as dishes
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| I’m so ambition
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| If money the root of all evil, then i need forgiveness
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| Bird just spent what i was worth at the club
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| Oh, i think i got the sickness
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| Been in the struggle for so long that now i’m on top and know i can forget this
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| Ballin' so hard that i torn my Meniscus
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| Black sheep 2 this shit is relentless! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Check , by - Caskey. Song from the album Black Sheep 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп