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check - fat trel & young moe lyrics

[intro]
eh heavy, turn the beat up though

[chorus: young moe]
i wanna run up a check
she wanna throw me the box, i wanna get me some neck
b*tch, i’m a dawg, roof
you better come with a vet
he got the work, bet
b*tch, imma die for my respect
ain’t got time for my ex
i wanna run up a check
she wanna throw me the box, i wanna get me some neck
b*tch, i’m a dawg, roof
you better come with a vet
he got the work, bet
b*tch, imma die for my respect
ain’t got time for my ex

[verse 1: young moe]
i’m tryna get me a comma
i gotta stay with my lama
see all my sticks, i’m harry potter
i put a hundred inside of a monster
i got a k, and it’s itching to spray
my b*tch is mad, we can’t kick it today
she say her grace, when i put d*ck in her face
p*ssy get wet as a lake
i don’t be f*cking with n*ggas who fake
my b*tch just told me her peariad late
i’m in the gym, and i’m moving that weight
i got a chopper, it’s singing like drake
it be like kiki
i’m getting cash, i’m selling gas, like i was bp
i need a change, got in the game, i done went knee deep
i go and get it when them n*ggas sleep
i keep that 40 on top of my lap, i don’t feel safe when it’s under the seat
i gotta bust it if anyone reach
we gon’ be walking when n0body speak
i’d talk to beethoven before the police
i f*ck with junkies and n*ggas you calling a geek
i gotta eat
[chorus: young moe]
i wanna run up a check
she wanna throw me the box, i wanna get me some neck
b*tch, i’m a dawg, roof
you better come with a vet
he got the work, bet
b*tch, imma die for my respect
ain’t got time for my ex
i wanna run up a check
she wanna throw me the box, i wanna get me some neck
b*tch, i’m a dawg, roof
you better come with a vet
he got the work, bet
b*tch, imma die for my respect
ain’t got time for my ex

[verse 2: fat trel]
plenty money, i got [?] coming, i got fiftys, hundreds and them pretty [?]
f*ck a b*tch, and then delete her number
i’ve been really getting it in the summer
i’m really f*cking with packages, with my africans, i’m smoking with savages
out in l.a. with the spanish b*tches
for the canabis, f*ck the police and the management
[?] and i dammage it
young moe [?]
pretty b*tches and some real n*ggas, got some rich b*tches on they third [?]
i’m really getting it, whipping it, flipping it, weighing it, packing and sending it
i really did it, i’m winning, i finished sipping codeine like a gentalman
i’m really hustling, muscling and tussling
give me a pack and i’m busting it
i see an opp and i’m touching him
busting him, f*ck it, ’cause ain’t no [?]
codeine just to sleep, i’m a rich junky
your b*tch wanna f*ck a king, i’ve been getting money
[chorus: young moe]
i wanna run up a check
she wanna throw me the box, i wanna get me some neck
b*tch, i’m a dawg, roof
you better come with a vet
he got the work, bet
b*tch, imma die for my respect
ain’t got time for my ex
i wanna run up a check
she wanna throw me the box, i wanna get me some neck
b*tch, i’m a dawg, roof
you better come with a vet
he got the work, bet
b*tch, imma die for my respect
ain’t got time for my ex

- fat trel young moe lyrics

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