| Money coming in so many ways
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| I been out grinding, I ain’t showered in like so many days
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| Chipper Jones, Chip Kelly, I got so many plays
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| And you know that shit can deadly you play around with my cake
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| Like this nigga named Tommy, my custody outta state
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| This nigga I knew that’s paying high for the plates
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| His clientele grew, and payments start coming late
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| On Instagram with the jewels and bitches on dinner dates
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| He tryna bend the rules, it’s time to set him straight
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| Grab the K, he bout to make the news if he don’t pay today
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| We on this block with the tools, we ain’t got shit to say
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| Where he stay, if he ain’t got my loot he bout to he’s lose his face
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| Cold case, cold game, no face, no name
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| No guts, no glory, my nigga I ain’t no stain
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| Shootin shit Robert Horry, my youngin thirsty for fame
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| With no regards for authority, down to do life for the gang
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| It’s from the dirt, nigga
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| I stepped in, I can’t go nowhere with no protection
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| My choice of weapon was a FN
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| There’s crips up in my section
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| I’ma fuck that bitch you been neglecting
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| That plane touch the ground you better check in
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| Dirty Smith N Wesson
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| Don’t be a sacrifice, we both could go to hell
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| I’ll see you in the afterlife, don’t be a sacrifice
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| P.I.M.P., snatch your wife
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| Hit the block, trap the night
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| Caught your bitch from across the room
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| I had this knife, her ass was nice
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| Declined her FaceTime, she wasn’t acting right
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| This pistol made 'em ask for Christ
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| Disguise the coke in flour or bag of rice
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| Shop when I land, I don’t pack for flights
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| Xanax in my body, I don’t act polite
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| , that’s savage life
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| Tell 'em fast, tap your phone
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| You recording and taping niggas facing life
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| They let you out tonight, what did you say to niggas?
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| If you ratted, follow you, you never can escape it nigga
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| Never play with headers, go ask your bitch
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| I’m amazing nigga
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| I stepped in, I can’t go nowhere with no protection
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| My choice of weapon was a FN
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| There’s crips up in my section
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| I’ma fuck that bitch you been neglecting
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| That plane touch the ground you better check in
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| Dirty Smith N Wesson |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Checc In , by - Joey Fatts. Song from the album Chipper Jones Vol. 4, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп