Lyrics:
Man we on the radio
Man based underground radio
Man we got my? nigga outchea Lil
B doing his motherfuckin thang aye man we
Outchea Florida nigga what it
Bahamas
Going through the most, I just need to get some ass (yeah boy)
Going through the most, I just need to see a check yeah (check)
Going through
the kingdom
Run back to first situation
Lame so don't pay no attention
Turn down by radio station
My head there's no competition
Trolling and fishing the reason
And Donald Trump is not equipped
To take this country over
Let’s face facts 'cause we know
What’s the real motives
Radio check, DJ
Homicide, my nigga Craig
alten Strophen und alten Beats
Eimsbush Stylee
Ah, check das ab
Yo
Was los? Wir sind im Haus heut' Nacht
Haben euch alte Styles mitgebracht
Für
scared of a big dick (big dick)
And love to get get her pussy licked by another bitch
Cause I ain't drunk enough to do that shit
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
up six
Friday's the Red Alert radio mix
Then comes the day that nobody plays that
Punishment wish in the crib
Time to go chase the dibs
On a Saturday
Ahhhh!
A showdown, it's all the way live
Between The Sugarhill Gang and
The Furious Five
Take your partner by the hand
Get out'cha seat
We're gonna tickle
birds that never leave the nest
They fuck with me, I'll watch em confess, then I'll go rest
Get back up deposit them checks
Muthafuckas fuckin up
gettin' that air
Time for big checks
Yo, somethin' gotta give
And somethin' gotta die so
Somethin' new can live
Everlast is in effect
Gettin big respect
Then I collect big checks
1's, 5's, 10's, 20's
100 g's and I'm pullin honeys
Left and right, day and night
You gotta
from red, catch dead
Big born is on take the uniform, we perform
Shit like gangs are now born check for new dawn
Fuck a you Conn, you been warned,
my opps worst fear, they call me Baba Yaga, Boogeyman
Cashing these checks getting to these dollars
They call me big baller
Hit you with this force
room
I need me a minute to get all my thoughts going
This sound like it's suppose to be on the radio
This sound like you should already be famous
This
know if beef they wanna throw
Lunches of punches is what I bestow
Oodles of O's it has my hoes in mic checks
O's take the shape of medallions
know if beef they wanna throw
Lunches of punches is what I bestow
Oodles of O's it has my hoes in mic checks
O's take the shape of medallions
a suit on
Disrespect the clique, and oh, you know they ain't got far to go
That's when I grab em by the neck, hit 'em with that RKO
Outta nowhere, I'm
and intellect
Making sure I cut the check
And saying fuck the disrespect
Yeah I'm God level
Trust me man there ain't no use to check
Hear this see how they react
checks to make a artist
This is just the outcome of when
You real and work the hardest
I'm a Big Tymer, shout out to my old label
Had to leave a made man
Stat Quo baby, Atlanta's own in this thang
Uh, uh
I stays by my 'fetti baby, big boy Chevy baby
Choose a pimp, hop on in
Only if you're ready baby
Ain't
Hey
Big Jerm
Cool, cool beat that we made here, man
I played the keys, you play the drums
Did a little bass on this one
Uh
Hey
Ha, alright,
leaving town
I'm gonna buy me a Coke and a Big Mac
Save enough money for a six-pack
Find me some country music on the radio
Drive to a cheap little motel
they big mountains
Already got your attention
But ima still shouting
Cash flow pouring in
Cause that's my fountains
First class is hard to come by
Yeah
Theresa May
Recently, I've been forcing rhymes
Eminem does it all the time
Now Shady's forty-five
Anyone still check Shade 45?
By the way, Oliver Age 24
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