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bravo the bagchaser - racin' 2 da checc lyrics

[intro]
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[verse 1]
i know some people wanna see me in my grave, b-tch
they couldn’t take me even if they tried today, b-tch
my dawg switched on me, that’s a lame b-tch
my dawg switched on me, that’s a lame b-tch

[verse 2]
i wanna know if you ‘gon ride for a real one
i wanna know if you ‘gon slide for a real one
i wanna know if you ‘gon ride for a real one
i wanna know if you ‘gon slide for a real one

[verse 3]
sh-t changed but the block got me washed up
fell in love with a hoe, yeah you tossed up
they started hatin’ when they seen a youngin’ boss up
she ain’t hear me when my bro got locked up
everybody wanna talk like they know me
you the type to switch sides on your own team
everybody wanna talk like they know me
you the type to switch sides on your homies
all i’m tryna do for real is catch a deal, b-tch
tryna bail my brother out but that’s a mill, b-tch
and they switchin’ up, so it’s f-ck lames
all i know is i’ma make it out one way

[chorus]
aye, racin’ to the check
drivin’ with my stick
ridin’ with my stick cause i don’t feel safe
i want an all-black bentley with some all-black tint
i ain’t trippin’ on these b-tches cause these b-tches ain’t sh-t
i got my foot on all these b-tches neck-necks
watch your b-tch cause she gave me that neck-neck
breaking records on my body, that’s a set-set
and i only beat it up if it’s wet-wet
i done p-ssed for ten bands on the low (on the low)
i done p-ssed for ten bands on the low (on the low)
i want an all-black bentley with some all-black tint
and i ain’t trippin’ on these b-tches cause these b-tches ain’t sh-t

[verse 4]
and it’s f-ck ’em, i ain’t trippin’ if they upset
i’m tryna run it up so f-ck ’em if they upset
on the real, i shoulda known you was ‘gon switch lanes
i been out here in the jungle tryna maintain
goin’ crazy out here, yellin’ “free the chain gang”
and i ain’t stoppin’ ’til they f-ckin’ free the chain gang

[verse 5]
i’m in love with the money and it love me back
ever since i was a youngin’ i been chasing bags
ever since i was a youngin’ i been chasin’ dough
my big bro told me “never, ever chase a hoe”
i gotta eat, i refuse to keep my pockets low
i gotta eat, i refuse to keep my pockets low

[chorus]
aye, racin’ to the check
drivin’ with my stick
ridin’ with my stick cause i don’t feel safe
i want an all-black bentley with some all-black tint
i ain’t trippin’ on these b-tches cause these b-tches ain’t sh-t
i got my foot on all these b-tches neck-necks
watch your b-tch cause she gave me that neck-neck
breaking records on my body, that’s a set-set
and i only beat it up if it’s wet-wet
i done p-ssed for ten bands on the low (on the low)
i done p-ssed for twenty bands on the low (on the low)
i want an all-black bentley with some all-black tint
and i ain’t trippin’ on these b-tches cause these b-tches ain’t sh-t, uh

- bravo the bagchaser lyrics

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