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check me out - lloyd banks lyrics

“check me out”

yeah, you stupid money!
check me out!
the is our city, lloyd out the hospital,
we “vv’d” up, girl, don’t let the guys trick you
homie, i got a bracelet full of birdies,
ima bill way from a mill, taking what these n-gg-rs own me
give me room, click clack mother f-cker boom,
pinky on my finger must have eaten a mushroom.
any superhero darth vader, plus goons
sweep these n-gg-‘s 4-0
where’s my mother f-cker gun?
i ain’t plant seeds, unless they grow me marijuana,
want’em to last, like’em fat i’m first like obama.
lacin up my lou’s watch me catch another clima
and i’m f-cking her for free, why would i invest in a v-g-n-.
i’m a kicking -ss, n-gg-r, boxes full of batter
b-tches in my busiess cause my pockets getting fatter,
soldier, make your boy speak climbing on the ladder,
success caught my eye and now i’ve got to have her.

[chorus:]
i put it down, they can vouche.
p-ss ’em around, it’s on the hosue!
she like my style, what i’m about,
i make her smile, i’m in her mouth!
check me out, check me out
check me out, check me out
check me out, check me out
check me out, check me out
check me out, check me out
check me out, check me out

i was born to be put on, fly since i was knee high
stacks in my book bag thick as the book of eli
i heard the n-gg-s hate you again and i can see why,
i’m miles away from white t fly, i might need buy
four triple doubles. throw my clothes in the crowd
turn the stadium aloud, black block foul when you take’em hoes to trial
shut out to my momma, she done made a poster child
so much style, i could lend you n-gg-rs some,
money longer than the list of sh-t you’ve never done!
my shawty wasting, but her hips are h-lla dumb.
the buzzer got the bing kick like a pellet gun.
car laid with leather, apartment full of robbers,
i’m cold ain’t no love sparking undercover, no!
new money, bill shopping, enough to cut ya mad wheels
gotta find some where to park this mother f-cker!

[chorus:]
i put it down, make it…
p-ss ’em around, it’s on the house!
she like my style, what i’m about,
i make her smile, i’m in her mouth!
check me out, check me out
check me out, check me out
check me out, check me out
check me out, check me out
check me out, check me out
check me out, check me out

- lloyd banks lyrics

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