| I don’t got no beef with the bro
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| Running straight to the do'
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| I’ma run up that check
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| I done bought new Balencis
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| So it will look good when I step on a fuck nigga neck
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| You ain’t got to be gangsta'
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| To get some respect
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| You gon' get what you get
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| That’s a bet
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| I ain’t talking computers
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| But all of my shooters, they really pull up with the TEC
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| Fuck around and get stretch
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| To get where I’m heading
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| Bitch I had to jug and finesse
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| Everyday VVS’n
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| And I still hold it down for my niggas that’s calling collect
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| Ain’t give a fuck bout the flex
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| I heard they was sleeping
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| But fuck it, they getting some rest
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| And bitch, I’m smoking the best
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| And I live how I wanna
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| No more tryna settle for less
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| Ayy, in the coupe with yo' main ho, ayy
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| My young niggas really gon' do what I say so, ayy
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| If you not tryna ride, why you throw up that gang fo'?
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| Pop his top when I cock, let this thing go
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| Up a Glock to his top where his brain go
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| My nigga, it’s overdue
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| I feed all my fam and I do what I’m 'posed to do
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| You niggas look so confused
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| I go get the dope
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| Like a motherfucking chauffeur do
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| The fuck I’m supposed to do?
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| She sucking, eating dick
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| Bitch, you should’ve brought a coach with you
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| Lil' bro, he a soldier, too
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| Pop out like some nudes and my niggas exposing you
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| How 'bout go poking, dude?
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| Don’t shake, baby K should’ve came with a stroller, too
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| Want smoke, the we strolling through
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| Get wet like a slob
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| All my niggas, they soaking you
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| And Tay really rolling, too
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| Fight hard, then a bitch get to punching, he folding you
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| So, bitch, what you wanna do?
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| They know I’ma slide like a nigga with bowling shoes
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| I don’t got no beef with the bro
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| Running straight to the do'
|
| I’ma run up that check
|
| I done bought new Balencis
|
| So it will look good when I step on a fuck nigga neck
|
| You ain’t got to be gangsta'
|
| To get some respect
|
| You gon' get what you get
|
| That’s a bet
|
| I ain’t talking computers
|
| But all of my shooters, they really pull up with the TEC
|
| Fuck around and get stretch
|
| To get where I’m heading
|
| Bitch I had to jug and finesse
|
| Everyday VVS’n
|
| And I still hold it down for my niggas that’s calling collect
|
| Ain’t give a fuck bout the flex
|
| I heard they was sleeping
|
| But fuck it, they getting some rest
|
| And bitch, I’m smoking the best
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| And I live how I wanna
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| No more tryna settle for less |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Check , by - Quin Nfn. Song from the album 4NUN, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп