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punk'em* - checkers* Lyrics



punk'em* - checkers* Lyrics




Well the vans outside and your man's outside I haven't got time to eat
If you mad bout mine cuz I got no time I don't
See you begin rich
If you pray I die and you rev outside
Your ride boutta be my bitch
If you wake up mad with the coke on the dash
I don't see how you live

Well the fact is man I'm the factor low-key think I'd rather
Got more peeps in my chair than Fallon
Back and forth it's a rally
Cig in my mouth and there's smoke in your eyes just partly part of fashion
F*ck on a baddy send me the addy her man don't make her happy how bad is she? no panties in My Maserati how classy bathroom at the party
She high get me high of my own supply
And I die super close to slightly
I got my dime and my diamond here glistening
I got no time to be I'll and I'm sickening
I got no time to be taking out witnesses
I know that somebody be listening

Life's a bitch but it pays me pension
A keep a bad bitch retention
Didn't make sound in student sections
Home grown talent in the eye of the tempest

Went cub to bear like Memphis
Got a lot to atone for God mentions
Picked me to be great like elections
You a bitch impact less Genshin

Tool on me Shawn Kemp
Me and Bean go sky high like blimp
A deity told me I'm the shit
Book Air b&b's to ride high with a clip

Fear me scram with a snap or click
Beer me C pass a J that's lit
Benny B taught me how to sell bricks
I ball hard like New York Knicks

What the f*ck?
I stopped that scheme because it run a muck
K gK streams gotta run them up
S LB me just another one

What the f*ck?
Hear the rain than I gotta run
KS real me find another one
Nas 21 one mic one gun

Checkers bitch
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Well the vans outside and your man's outside I haven't got time to eat
If you mad bout mine cuz I got no time I don't
See you begin rich
If you pray I die and you rev outside
Your ride boutta be my bitch
If you wake up mad with the coke on the dash
I don't see how you live

Well the fact is man I'm the factor low-key think I'd rather
Got more peeps in my chair than Fallon
Back and forth it's a rally
Cig in my mouth and there's smoke in your eyes just partly part of fashion
F*ck on a baddy send me the addy her man don't make her happy how bad is she? no panties in My Maserati how classy bathroom at the party
She high get me high of my own supply
And I die super close to slightly
I got my dime and my diamond here glistening
I got no time to be I'll and I'm sickening
I got no time to be taking out witnesses
I know that somebody be listening

Life's a bitch but it pays me pension
A keep a bad bitch retention
Didn't make sound in student sections
Home grown talent in the eye of the tempest

Went cub to bear like Memphis
Got a lot to atone for God mentions
Picked me to be great like elections
You a bitch impact less Genshin

Tool on me Shawn Kemp
Me and Bean go sky high like blimp
A deity told me I'm the shit
Book Air b&b's to ride high with a clip

Fear me scram with a snap or click
Beer me C pass a J that's lit
Benny B taught me how to sell bricks
I ball hard like New York Knicks

What the f*ck?
I stopped that scheme because it run a muck
K gK streams gotta run them up
S LB me just another one

What the f*ck?
Hear the rain than I gotta run
KS real me find another one
Nas 21 one mic one gun

Checkers bitch
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Writer: Antonio Solares, Olivier Kubicki
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: punk'em*
Language: English
Length: 1:37
Written by: Antonio Solares, Olivier Kubicki

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