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Fuck That Check Up

アーティスト:Meek Mill  アルバム:Wins and Losses 

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Lil' fish, yeah If you can't swim, you gon' drown, hoe We ain't gon' save you either Hahahah Bad lil thottie, she got bodies I'm on perkies, she on molly Sippin' on dirty, smokin' on Cali Big Rolls Royce, no Maseratis I'm 'bout to pull out that V12 I'ma shit on these niggas like Ezel Let her ride on that dick with no seatbelt With the money, I know she don't mean well Niggas running their mouth like they females When you winning, they only wan' see you fail When you winning, they only wan' see you lose Niggas steal and I can't let 'em see my moves Wait, ha ha, selling that cocaina (white!) Started off selling that crack rock (crack rock) Now we sell out arenas (lit!) White boys say I'm genius, white girls say I'm gnarly Did 30 bandz in Neimans, now we 20 grand at Barney's Ever put a pop bitch on the block list, I don't pop shit 'Cause I got shit, in the drop six With a thot bitch, whole squad lit Heard your new shit, that is not it Whole gang with me on some mob shit He ain't talkin' money then its nonsense Bran got the gas, you are not lit, no way Fuck that check up (fuck that check up) Fuck that check up (fuck that check up) We gettin' rich and these niggas sick They need a check up (they need a check up) I'm so lit I fucked that bitch as soon as I met her (soon as I met her) Fuck that check up (fuck it up) Young nigga, fuck that check up (young nigga, young nigga) Fuck that check up (fuck it up) Light my wrist and my neck (whoa, whoa) Fuck that check up (fuck it up) Young nigga, fuck that check up (fuck that check up) Fuck that check up (fuck that check up) Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up) Fuck that check up (fuck that check up) Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up) Ha, yeah Back in this bitch and we litty again I'm 'bout to land in the city again She with the gang, he tripping again He like, "You out with that nigga again?" She gettin' cocky like, "Yeah I'm with him" Five bands, Gucci coat, rockin' 1s I'll never wear it again, no (Huh, yeah!) Gucci swag so relaxed Louis bag with the hat, Uzi Vert with the mac Damn, thought I wasn't, fuck you then hit your cousin All hunnits, don't want no twenty Stop hatin', fuck nigga get money Fuck your bitch, hit it once Ain't my type, give her back, uh My Rarri, no keys like vroom


投稿者: PetitLyrics
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