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chase a check - big 36oz lyrics

[chorus: big 36oz]
f*ck around, spend 458
got a big bag on me, call me santa
wearing all white like alaska
d*ck so good, she thought i was her man, yeah
pull out that k, and he better know
i won all my battles, i earned all my stripes
i ain’t bout that sh*t, i’m protecting my life
so don’t you pull up, you might lose all your stripes
f*ck all these hoes, they so lazy
they wanna have your babys
i look at your b*tch like she crazy
you better go chase you a cheque
say less if it ain’t bout a cheque
you want you some real respect

[verse 1: big 36oz]
i found out the recipe, i got the specialty
b*tches love me
step on that dope with my own feet
chop a brick, that’s [?]
went to paroo for the summer
back in atlanta with the drama
we gon send packs through the mail like this sh*t leget
you lil n*ggas need to quit
i hang around nothing but big bodies
[?] with the gwop [?]
your baby mama love my rari
i had to kick that b*tch up out it
i’m still with the sh*t, don’t you doubt me
i reup and f*ck all the prices
i’m sippin on syrup, i might hit the kurb
your b*tch wanna swallo, i know she wanna gargle
i stick my d*ck in, she gon scream with no problems
i’m trappin so hard, imma need me an oscar
eatin all these b*tches like some fish from red lobster
i got a big bag like i’m santa claus n*gga
don’t make me play laser tag with you lil n*gga
you know this chopper, it spray at n*ggas
it hit you, you flipper
i pray for your mama, she gon miss you, n*gga

[verse 2: london jae]
650 drop with your b*tch, n*gga
she know a rich n*gga, i be all around the city
6 figures, wearin ballmains
i’m the sh*t, n*gga
no cap, imma hit her with the d*ck, n*gga
tell my mama i made it
she made a 1
now they all on my d*ck like i don’t remember
country boy get dope in the middle
4 lines in the middle got me geekin
pop a perk and leave her leakin
pain k!llers imma keep sneakin and peakin
drippin and leakin
on the label, got the juice now
top 42, red coope now
talkin [?] walk, [?] jacket
sittin in the drop
take your b*tch when i’m out
keep that chopper when i’m out
went from nothing to a million
came from nothing now i’m winnin
imma make all you n*ggas feel it
imma stack that paper to the ceeling
coope with no engen, i’m still in the kitchen
still on the mission, gotta get up out it
poppin like a molly

- big 36oz lyrics

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