Ight come on, yeah
(Maztahmind)
Never back down without a fight
You ain't never lose it all and made it back the same night but twice
This life trife
It's a gamble but I'm not using dice
You better roll them right, cause if you crap out then that's life
I'm stuck in tunnel vision
I can see clearly now but I ain't got prescription
Bitch I'm outside ain't gotta ask permission
Through my life I had plenty women
And if it's tension he just mad that the hoes ain't paying him no attention
Tell her switch position, started in the room we in the kitchen
Tell her open wide I'm in her mouth like a dentist
In it to win it, popping shit like a blemish, you niggas finished
Stacking paper in his business till I'm finished, till then I tell her
Slob on my knob
Like corn on a cob
Check in with me
Baby do your job
Lay on the bed, Baby let me get you head
I can't, talk to that nigga cause he work for the feds
Fill em' with lead
Brody sick in the head, he taking l meds
Off the percs
He'll snatch a bitch purse, and get l you murked
I'm the golden child
From 7 mile, the better pile
Better grab your child,
Cause these niggas be running wild
I'm the type to stand out in the l crowd, smooth and swift
The loudest nigga in the crowd l guarantee you he a bitch
Let's be real
Most of these niggas really hoes without a switch
Let's be real
You the type to call the police on a bitch
Man you ain't real If your mans ever begged you for some shit
You ain't real If you ever played your homie for a bitch
Let's keep it real
Have you ever put your trust into a bitch
She played you out, but she act like you the one that did some shit
These hoes wishy washy
But she remind me of Beyoncé how she work her body
Give me sloppy toppy, while she doing it she call me "Papi"
My circle small It's a peep hole
Yeah bitch I'm all about my cheese like I'm a Cheeto
And yeah bitch I'm all about my cheese like a Dorito
Stop capping nigga You ain't got no cheese you a Frito
Referring to chips Because I need it with plenty dip
She gave me fire head and made me turn to the exorcist
Just call me Dr. Dre I'm smoking chronic come take a hit
We gassed out
Hit it too hard It made me passed out
You assed out
If you miss the rotation don't wait on nobody to smoke so I guess I'ma face it and tell her
Slob on my knob
Like corn on the cob
Check in with me
Baby do your job
Lay on the bed Baby let me give you head
I can't talk to that nigga cause he work for the feds
Play with me then you dead
Bitch you heard what I said
I can't f*ck with these hoes
Cut em off like some dreads
Bout my bread, What you saying
Ain't no motherf*ckin' playing
F*ck a bitch and give her the boot, hell naw you ain't staying
I been trying to get that pussy for a while but you playing
But you bet not be upset when I go and f*ck your friend
You know how it's laying
On these beats and rhymes, I can't get touch
Maztahmind ain't in your top 5, you sound dumb as f*ck
Cuzzo drunk as hell driving a Scat he told me buckle up
You better knuckle up If you ever think about touching us
And I'ma spaz out
I ain't talk about no car accident
But for me, dawg would crash out
And in my eyes I'm a king I can let you take the throne
If my niggas get jammed Right or wrong I'ma answer the phone
I got you my nigga until you come home
But if I can't pick up the phone, It's cuz I'm taking care of home
Me saying fabricated rhymes that don't apply here
2023 I had a "Buzz" but that's a "Light Year"
Crush your "Potato Head" with this "Slinky" this bitch come in handy
Lay in a morgue with your name on your feet like Andy
A little Toy Story scheme for you illiterate fiends
If I'm drinking lean It's purple I ain't sipping no green
If I want it, I'ma get it
With my brother, I'ma split it
Got a beat, I'ma rip it
On my soul, you can feel it I tell her
Slob on my knob
Like corn on the cob
Check in with me
Baby do your job
Lay on the bed, baby let me give you head
I can't....talk to that nigga cause he work for the feds
Slob on my knob
Like corn on the cob
Check in with me
Baby do your job
Lay on the bed, baby let me give you head
I can't....talk to that nigga cause he work for the feds
F*ck you talkin' bout
Maztahmind Beatz - Check In Lyrics
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Ight come on, yeah
(Maztahmind)
Never back down without a fight
You ain't never lose it all and made it back the same night but twice
This life trife
It's a gamble but I'm not using dice
You better roll them right, cause if you crap out then that's life
I'm stuck in tunnel vision
I can see clearly now but I ain't got prescription
Bitch I'm outside ain't gotta ask permission
Through my life I had plenty women
And if it's tension he just mad that the hoes ain't paying him no attention
Tell her switch position, started in the room we in the kitchen
Tell her open wide I'm in her mouth like a dentist
In it to win it, popping shit like a blemish, you niggas finished
Stacking paper in his business till I'm finished, till then I tell her
Slob on my knob
Like corn on a cob
Check in with me
Baby do your job
Lay on the bed, Baby let me get you head
I can't, talk to that nigga cause he work for the feds
Fill em' with lead
Brody sick in the head, he taking l meds
Off the percs
He'll snatch a bitch purse, and get l you murked
I'm the golden child
From 7 mile, the better pile
Better grab your child,
Cause these niggas be running wild
I'm the type to stand out in the l crowd, smooth and swift
The loudest nigga in the crowd l guarantee you he a bitch
Let's be real
Most of these niggas really hoes without a switch
Let's be real
You the type to call the police on a bitch
Man you ain't real If your mans ever begged you for some shit
You ain't real If you ever played your homie for a bitch
Let's keep it real
Have you ever put your trust into a bitch
She played you out, but she act like you the one that did some shit
These hoes wishy washy
But she remind me of Beyoncé how she work her body
Give me sloppy toppy, while she doing it she call me "Papi"
My circle small It's a peep hole
Yeah bitch I'm all about my cheese like I'm a Cheeto
And yeah bitch I'm all about my cheese like a Dorito
Stop capping nigga You ain't got no cheese you a Frito
Referring to chips Because I need it with plenty dip
She gave me fire head and made me turn to the exorcist
Just call me Dr. Dre I'm smoking chronic come take a hit
We gassed out
Hit it too hard It made me passed out
You assed out
If you miss the rotation don't wait on nobody to smoke so I guess I'ma face it and tell her
Slob on my knob
Like corn on the cob
Check in with me
Baby do your job
Lay on the bed Baby let me give you head
I can't talk to that nigga cause he work for the feds
Play with me then you dead
Bitch you heard what I said
I can't f*ck with these hoes
Cut em off like some dreads
Bout my bread, What you saying
Ain't no motherf*ckin' playing
F*ck a bitch and give her the boot, hell naw you ain't staying
I been trying to get that pussy for a while but you playing
But you bet not be upset when I go and f*ck your friend
You know how it's laying
On these beats and rhymes, I can't get touch
Maztahmind ain't in your top 5, you sound dumb as f*ck
Cuzzo drunk as hell driving a Scat he told me buckle up
You better knuckle up If you ever think about touching us
And I'ma spaz out
I ain't talk about no car accident
But for me, dawg would crash out
And in my eyes I'm a king I can let you take the throne
If my niggas get jammed Right or wrong I'ma answer the phone
I got you my nigga until you come home
But if I can't pick up the phone, It's cuz I'm taking care of home
Me saying fabricated rhymes that don't apply here
2023 I had a "Buzz" but that's a "Light Year"
Crush your "Potato Head" with this "Slinky" this bitch come in handy
Lay in a morgue with your name on your feet like Andy
A little Toy Story scheme for you illiterate fiends
If I'm drinking lean It's purple I ain't sipping no green
If I want it, I'ma get it
With my brother, I'ma split it
Got a beat, I'ma rip it
On my soul, you can feel it I tell her
Slob on my knob
Like corn on the cob
Check in with me
Baby do your job
Lay on the bed, baby let me give you head
I can't....talk to that nigga cause he work for the feds
Slob on my knob
Like corn on the cob
Check in with me
Baby do your job
Lay on the bed, baby let me give you head
I can't....talk to that nigga cause he work for the feds
F*ck you talkin' bout
(Maztahmind)
Never back down without a fight
You ain't never lose it all and made it back the same night but twice
This life trife
It's a gamble but I'm not using dice
You better roll them right, cause if you crap out then that's life
I'm stuck in tunnel vision
I can see clearly now but I ain't got prescription
Bitch I'm outside ain't gotta ask permission
Through my life I had plenty women
And if it's tension he just mad that the hoes ain't paying him no attention
Tell her switch position, started in the room we in the kitchen
Tell her open wide I'm in her mouth like a dentist
In it to win it, popping shit like a blemish, you niggas finished
Stacking paper in his business till I'm finished, till then I tell her
Slob on my knob
Like corn on a cob
Check in with me
Baby do your job
Lay on the bed, Baby let me get you head
I can't, talk to that nigga cause he work for the feds
Fill em' with lead
Brody sick in the head, he taking l meds
Off the percs
He'll snatch a bitch purse, and get l you murked
I'm the golden child
From 7 mile, the better pile
Better grab your child,
Cause these niggas be running wild
I'm the type to stand out in the l crowd, smooth and swift
The loudest nigga in the crowd l guarantee you he a bitch
Let's be real
Most of these niggas really hoes without a switch
Let's be real
You the type to call the police on a bitch
Man you ain't real If your mans ever begged you for some shit
You ain't real If you ever played your homie for a bitch
Let's keep it real
Have you ever put your trust into a bitch
She played you out, but she act like you the one that did some shit
These hoes wishy washy
But she remind me of Beyoncé how she work her body
Give me sloppy toppy, while she doing it she call me "Papi"
My circle small It's a peep hole
Yeah bitch I'm all about my cheese like I'm a Cheeto
And yeah bitch I'm all about my cheese like a Dorito
Stop capping nigga You ain't got no cheese you a Frito
Referring to chips Because I need it with plenty dip
She gave me fire head and made me turn to the exorcist
Just call me Dr. Dre I'm smoking chronic come take a hit
We gassed out
Hit it too hard It made me passed out
You assed out
If you miss the rotation don't wait on nobody to smoke so I guess I'ma face it and tell her
Slob on my knob
Like corn on the cob
Check in with me
Baby do your job
Lay on the bed Baby let me give you head
I can't talk to that nigga cause he work for the feds
Play with me then you dead
Bitch you heard what I said
I can't f*ck with these hoes
Cut em off like some dreads
Bout my bread, What you saying
Ain't no motherf*ckin' playing
F*ck a bitch and give her the boot, hell naw you ain't staying
I been trying to get that pussy for a while but you playing
But you bet not be upset when I go and f*ck your friend
You know how it's laying
On these beats and rhymes, I can't get touch
Maztahmind ain't in your top 5, you sound dumb as f*ck
Cuzzo drunk as hell driving a Scat he told me buckle up
You better knuckle up If you ever think about touching us
And I'ma spaz out
I ain't talk about no car accident
But for me, dawg would crash out
And in my eyes I'm a king I can let you take the throne
If my niggas get jammed Right or wrong I'ma answer the phone
I got you my nigga until you come home
But if I can't pick up the phone, It's cuz I'm taking care of home
Me saying fabricated rhymes that don't apply here
2023 I had a "Buzz" but that's a "Light Year"
Crush your "Potato Head" with this "Slinky" this bitch come in handy
Lay in a morgue with your name on your feet like Andy
A little Toy Story scheme for you illiterate fiends
If I'm drinking lean It's purple I ain't sipping no green
If I want it, I'ma get it
With my brother, I'ma split it
Got a beat, I'ma rip it
On my soul, you can feel it I tell her
Slob on my knob
Like corn on the cob
Check in with me
Baby do your job
Lay on the bed, baby let me give you head
I can't....talk to that nigga cause he work for the feds
Slob on my knob
Like corn on the cob
Check in with me
Baby do your job
Lay on the bed, baby let me give you head
I can't....talk to that nigga cause he work for the feds
F*ck you talkin' bout
Writer: DaiQuan Alexander, Three Mafia
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Maztahmind Beatz
Language: English
Length: 3:24
Written by: DaiQuan Alexander, Three Mafia