Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Checc, artist - Joey Fatts. Album song Chipper Jones Vol. 4, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cutthroat
Song language: English
Checc |
Run me my check, run me my check |
Run me my check, run me my check |
Run me my check, run me my check |
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Run me my check, run me my check |
I need my check, I want my check |
Run me my check, I need my check |
I want my check, run me my check |
Run me my…, run me my… |
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M’s, I own my plug |
600 bands for all my thugs |
Bitch hopped in, you know what’s up |
You and your friend, y’all both can come |
I need my bands, I need my cut |
Don’t need no hand, don’t want your love |
Made fifty thousand off Dutch Masters |
And I ain’t ever smoked a dutch |
Olly-olly-oxy, codone to the molly |
Roxies we on poppy, niggas own the drug proxy |
You can catch me running around the lobby like Pewee |
No mask on, you see me |
Your cast, we eating |
Broke niggas give me the heebie jeebies |
Please stop calling my phone |
Leave me alone if it ain’t 'bout a check |
I’ma get it til it’s gone, so cut throat I always connect |
Don’t do diss songs |
You come for the gang, we come for your head |
Do these hoes wrong |
I’m running my game, she run me my check |
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I need my check, I want my check |
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I want my check, run me my check |
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Run my check, I love my set |
My opps send shots, above my neck |
I feel like Nip, I might get vest |
I’m just like Nip, they took my crip |
So R.I.P., I’m 2NC |
I sold more pills than the GNC |
I cut more gills than |
Sprite owe me mills, I pulled away |
Cuz could’ve got killed but I’m cool today |
Wanna trip, wanna shoot the fade |
Want a trip, wanna move away |
We can dip to where Kunta came from |
I posted bail, my name rung, bitch |
All them niggas, ain’t one rich |
Why they with you? |
Make it make some sense |
My dead locs, they know some presidents |
Presidential limo tint the rental |
Distant since she acting sentimental |
Beat your feet, I beat these instrumentals |
You can’t lie to me, I’m influential |
Sanitized, I beat up influenza |
Why you acting like a killer, huh? |
Run me my check |
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I need my check, I want my check |
Run me my check, I need my check |
I want my check, run me my check |
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