| Oh yeah
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| I know I’m jiggy, I put it before Jigga
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| I got the country asking if I’m working for Jigga
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| My life ain’t been the same since the season
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| Before, cause I turned it into a gold bitch
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| And I owe it to no nigga
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| My business stay undercover like watch from the cold head
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| And my bitches stay undercovers and play with the scrotum
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| My bottom row is made of gold and your hoe is the gold-digger
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| My first song was Get Going, now I’m a go-getter
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| Ohh which one of you has-bins got some advice to give?
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| Then just point me to wherever dumb and dumber live
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| If I made them hate me now, well this summer i’d get me killed
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| I heard so-and-so just made it out to one-hit-wonder ville
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| Oh which one of you kids wanna fuck with my pocket plans
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| New niggas hate me cause I turned their Pops into fans
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| Old niggas hate me cause their baby mamas got snapped
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| And I’m known, it is your gut to a chance
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| I went from a 'having loser' written on my forehead
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| To losing sleep and having bitches on their four legs
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| To only wearing shit if it’s imported
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| To only smiling back if you important
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| Connect the dots, I’m connecting flights to Paris
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| And now we slack, we living on the place
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| And then I flew my nigga up to Spain
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| Google dictionary, hated just to tell girls our names
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| Learned how to say
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| Break your fuckin' neck (gotta break)
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| When you see the cheque (see cheque)
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| Break your fuckin' neck (gotta break)
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| When you see the cheque (see the cheque)
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| Look, I burst around
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| And make you break your fuckin' neck
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| Niggas coughing dimes, the only thing I cough is a cheque
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| Ask the people who got it, they’ll tell you straight up to them necks
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| You tried to play poppa, only just played yourself
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| Whoa, congratulations you could’ve been half as basic
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| I know I lack patience but still the mass is await me
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| I know I try to pace it but look how fast she got naked
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| I mean… I been Magic since when they still had McGrady
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| Lord look how you made me
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| How can one be this wavy
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| Now when they debating about the best
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| You know they say me
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| They hire me on sports, I never needed any training
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| Then I met Nasty C, and be both started heavy-weighting
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| Man check out the muscles, instrumentals get tussle
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| Pounding all these beats til I get bruises on my knuckles
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| I’m that one cousin up to what niggas done no
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| Do it for my city, my YG niggas dunno
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| I was trapping hitting leaks to early mornings
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| Losing sips and having bitches on four their legs
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| Puff a lot but only if this spliff is pouring
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| When I’d hit the spliff to get the hits in motion
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| Living in Durban, I connect the flights in Paris
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| My parents always ask about my plans
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| I’m 'bout to fly my nigga out here just to see what changes
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| But I swear about a week or two we probably go insane make him…
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| Break your fuckin' neck (gotta break)
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| When you see the cheque (see cheque)
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| Break your fuckin' neck (gotta break)
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| When you see the cheque (see the cheque)
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| Cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque,
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| cheque, cheque
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| Cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque,
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| cheque, cheque
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| Cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Check , by - Nasty C. Song from the album Bad Hair Extensions, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп