Lyrics:
the beat
And then I come back in
It's Prince and Kilo back again
Just checking in
Scottie pippin yeah I'm pimpin' them
Ain't worried bout no nigga no
makin
Thing, have you snoozin' with the apple core
So if you do need help
Check it, I been doin' it since leather palmers and deuce flicks
I'm two years
Did roads done
That's how the checks came in
Many packs now
It's just a featherweight ting
Broski got to go in
She slyly text
She wants in
Not by
in his court,
Counting all his diamonds,
One by one they do fall.
Says the queen ‘The Prince of Spades
Is coming home,
it'd be nice if you could find
and try to spray about it
I be out the mix with my bitch, I try to stay out it
On me, I'm the walking dead, I cut off my dreads
I just talk to Zed , playing
have the game
Overwhelmed, by a scent in the air
Could it be? yes, yeah, a potent bag of sess there
It was raekwon and loud jerome
They had a bone, you
we got in the mix, mix
Cook up mama let's see what you workin' with, yeah
Shawty got that ass for days, I wanna smack it, bend it
Ova a baby, touch
"Funk soul, on deck
Prince of the ghetto
Omega supreme
Danger Mouse
We do it like this"
[Chorus]
"Sometimes I get the feeling
I got to put
We gon celebrate it
We gon celebrate it oh
Check check check check
You already know what it is pryme the muthafucking dj
Man ya babymomma favorite
Though I spit fast, I keep it lyrically dope
Wanna know where I get the quicker speed flow
Part of the reason is the mix in me though
I’m a fucking
serve, oh, verse by verse
My verb like perc', I slow it down, my verse like syrup
I like the sound, gun rounds on mother Earth
With a little pump you
ZaY3, Let's get it!
(Aye)
Yeah, I'm runnin' with my bros
But we uncertified
Ay, no blue checkmark by my name, unverified (Uh)
Finna' run it up, I get
ZaY3, Let's get it!
(Aye)
Yeah, I'm runnin' with my bros
But we uncertified
Ay, no blue checkmark by my name, unverified (Uh)
Finna' run it up, I get
you let it
I seen a couple grands disappear in mere seconds
So just because you got it don't mean you got to end it
Prevent it by any means necessary
(beatbox)
I'll beatbox (beatbox)
I'll beatbox (beatbox)
I'll beatbox (beatbox)
Ah, mic test, one, two
Aww man, I check it better
What ya mean
the rager
I don't drink up for the mess, I just sip it for the flavor, I
Been living in a city, focused on their checks
They don't know that I been knowing
You Think this is a game
This ain't no game
But this is GAMboy
I ain't a damn toy
Check it
Walk a mile beside me, understand why I'm violently grimy
Yeah yeah
It's juke
Yeah yeah
Aye
Niggas will cross you with no explanation
I got two bitches they laying adjacent
I see the check lil nigga I chase
can talk to you
It goes
Hey how ya doin'
Sorry ya can't get through
But leave your name and your number
And I'll get back to you
Yo, check it
what she like wit it the reply
I know you wanna come 'round for the monster
Big bum, spin around helicopter
I told her don't mix the brown with
then she gotta go
Wanna see me drown, I gotta float
Best believe I get it by the boat
Thirsty bitch, she wanna sit up in it
Had your bitch and she be
as the fresh prince
See we get it
That’s right
Snacking on us
They biting
We be winning
That’s right
Stunting on you
I might bitch
You tryna like me
got,
The A-town pump,
It'll make ya whole body,
Do the A-town stomp,
Then it's off,
To the waffle house,
And pancake mix,
Ain't the only thing,
You ain't sayin' nothin'
I be spendin' euros by the pound I'm talkin' London
If it ain't about some millions boy you ain't sayin nothin',
You ain't
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