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check in - deetranada lyrics

[intro: deetranada]
f*ck the pay stubs, i never had a job (a job)
if you come ’round tryna flex then i’ma f*ck ’round and get you robbed (i’ma get you robbed, b*tch)
b*tch, i’m comin’ for the bag, and not half, i need all (i need all of it)
you keep askin’ for a fast tint, n*gga, crack them off

[chorus: deetranada]
check*in wit’ me, baby, tell me what you need (what you need)
i can show you how to eat, but no, it’s never for the free (for the free)
make him pay your bills but never*ever put him on the lease (never*ever)
stay on point and remember, you want the dinero, not the d (never*evеr)
[verse 1: deetranada]
i’m from over west, i prefеr trappin’ over east
and i be fire when i speak, i’m always smokin’ za and weed
and i ain’t never duckin’ nothin’, if you want it come to me (come to me)
they think that they in the field, hey tony, pass my cleats (tony, pass my—)
quarterback suite, if we reach that’s an automatic
come off, let me order that, the truffles, i need more of that
i’m walkin’ pass the tsa, tory b smell like mornin’ breath
tuck it in the telfezy, and hit the road, it’s more to catch
honest said, “ho, you only tough on the net”
my winer look like tookie rookie, now i’m more of a vet
and you ain’t really solid in my book, if i had the x
and i might got a p*ssy, but the f and d*ck is attached

[chorus: deetranada]
check*in wit’ me, baby, tell me what you need
i can show you how to eat, but no, it’s never for the free
make him pay your bills but never*ever put him on the lease
stay on point and remember, you want the dinero, not the d
[verse 2: ky$hia]
i like to f*ck my old head ’cause he dish out that chedder (big stepper)
these p*ssy n*ggas so did, i thought you was a stepper (nah, never)
huh, glock shots berretas (grrah), you get dropped? pop whatever (yeah)
run up and get done up, play wit’ me b*tch, i won’t let her
i might just set it off (set it off), k!ll sh*t like fentanyl (like fentanyl)
these b*tches hatin’ on me, why? that’s ’cause my money long (my money long)
i talk my sh*t, ain’t gotta try, you know i got the sauce (i got the sauce)
you f*ck wit’ me, you might just die, lowkey might need a cross
i get a hundred a hundred ways
i done ran this sh*t up, b*tch, i’m really paid
these n*ggas don’t want it, they too afraid
i want all the smoke like i’m blowin’ haze
i clock in, i don’t clock out (never)
big stepper, you know how i rock out
i’m really a drag, i be on they ass
i stay in my bag when i pop out (pop out)

[chorus: deetranada]
check*in wit’ me (ha), baby, tell me what you need (ha)
i can show you how to eat, but no, it’s never for the free (never for the f—)
make him pay your bills but never*ever put him on the lease (never put him on the—)
stay on point and remember, you want the dinero, not the d (you want the dinero, not the d)

- deetranada lyrics

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