Lyrics Checklist - Prznt

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Keep the talking, I don’t rest bitch
I’ma mark it on my checklist
I’ma roll off in a Benz
Bitch try not catch
As I be the man and you helpless, ayy
Yeah, she fucking with me 'cause she can
I want them hundreds in grams
Fuck up the scam
Leave me the digits, I ran, yeah
Oh-oh-ooh
Yeah (Ooh)
Oh I’ma get it
Oh-oh
47 Shots (Ayy)
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Keep the talking, I don’t rest bitch
I’ma mark it on my checklist
I’ma roll off in a Benz
Bitch try not catch
As I be the man and you helpless, ayy
Yeah, she fucking with me 'cause she can
I want them hundreds in grams
Fuck up the scam
Leave me the digits, I ran, yeah, ayy
Keep the talking, I don’t rest bitch
I’ma mark it on my checklist
I’ma roll off in a Benz
Bitch try not catch
As I be the man and you helpless, ayy
Yeah, she fucking with me 'cause she can
I want them hundreds in grams
Fuck up the scam
Leave me the digits, I ran, yeah, ayy
I just need a lighter
I’ma roll that fye up
She said she ain’t riding if we sliding out that fire truck
I’ma stay away from her
Young niggas ain’t good with birds
That sack moved get out my turn
I’ma fuck her sister first
She said I done denied
I said oh why?
She said she don’t fly with guys no ride or die
But she get piped and leave the sight like damn (Damn)
No motion this my plan (Plan)
I ran the check now who up next wait oh shit this my land yeah ayy
Keep the talking, I don’t rest bitch
I’ma mark it on my checklist
I’ma roll off in a Benz
Bitch try not catch
As I be the man and you helpless, ayy
Yeah, she fucking with me 'cause she can
I want them hundreds in grams
Fuck up the scam
Leave me the digits, I ran, yeah, ayy
Keep the talking, I don’t rest bitch
I’ma mark it on my checklist
I’ma roll off in a Benz
Bitch try not catch
As I be the man and you helpless, ayy
Yeah, she fucking with me 'cause she can
I want them hundreds in grams
Fuck up the scam
Leave me the digits, I ran, yeah, ayy
I’m so high but I feel so low
I be fucking bitches they be thinking they’ll blow
I don’t really wanna count the digits no more
They be talkin' bout my niggas like my niggas don’t go
I got 'em I got 'em I let 'em go down
Fuck what you thought I’m the greatest around
Drop that bitch off in her wedding ring, gown
I told you I’ll fuck you and leave you right now
Yeah, ain’t my fault tho
That I just ball whoa
I hit it off the wall tho, ain’t shopping at the mall no
I just wanna hit it from the back one time
Swear to god you better never call my line
I got all my bitches in a check like sign
And I’m tryna make a mill' off every rap or rhyme
Keep the talking, I don’t rest bitch
I’ma mark it on my checklist
I’ma roll off in a Benz
Bitch try not catch
As I be the man and you helpless, ayy
Yeah, she fucking with me 'cause she can
I want them hundreds in grams
Fuck up the scam
Leave me the digits, I ran, yeah, ayy
Keep the talking, I don’t rest bitch
I’ma mark it on my checklist
I’ma roll off in a Benz
Bitch try not catch
As I be the man and you helpless, ayy
Yeah, she fucking with me 'cause she can
I want them hundreds in grams
Fuck up the scam
Leave me the digits, I ran, yeah, ayy