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dave east - checc lyrics

[intro: dave east]
you dig?
uh, feel bad, go everyday, understand this
a lot of money, yeah, uh wait
a lot of jewelery, i look like a check n-gg-
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[verse 1: dave east]
whip up a 8-ball, look like milk
tryna take my chain and get k!lled
they talk like they gangsta, not built
i jump out the wraith off a pill
i f-ck your b-tch, i don’t kiss her (never)
i don’t know how it feel to miss her (i don’t)
i’m on some sh-t, like a tissue
.50 my clip for the issue
i dropped a bag on a marching band
sticks and drums, is you dumb?
where i am from, we tat the hood on us
get a gun, a n-gg- run
i always knew money would come
bend your b-tch over, get all in her guts
i’m kicking sh-t like i punt
i switch up my b-tch every month
i be with blood and with crip
in love with the avenue, hugging the strip
jump out the wagon, got hunnids to get
play 21 savage, while f-ckin’ your b-tch
wake up, and go take a trip
i’m drunk off champagne, and i’m orderin’ shrimp
it ain’t hard to notice i’m rich, i had a dream that we all hit a lick

[chorus: dave east]
diamonds all on me, i walk with a pistol
i don’t want no issues, i look like a check
i’m at the bank, ’bout to make a deposit
i know that they plottin’, i look like a check
i’m in givenchy, louis and prada
i run up them dollars, i look like a check
all my young n-gg-s gon’ wild for check
keep lookin’ at paper, my eyes on a check
diamonds all on me, i walk with a pistol
i don’t want no issues, i look like a check
i’m at the bank, ’bout to make a deposit
i know that they plottin’, i look like a check
i’m in givenchy, louis and prada
i run up them dollars, i look like a check
all my young n-gg-s gon’ wild for a check
keep lookin’ at paper, my eyes on a check, flex

[verse 2: offset]
offset!
bullets gon’ send them a message
got thots and barbies sittin’ all in my section
water on my cross, on my chest like a reverend
tie up my shoes, little b-tch, you a peasent
yeah, the freakazoid piece, got it custom
i get the ap, i’m quick to go bust it
yeah, momma told me watch the suckers
you got the check, now don’t let n-gg-s pluck you
grandma done die now i’m cover
still having dreams, on the swings with my brother
i want that [?] seein’ demons and commas
you don’t see why? i’ve been flexin’ all summer
on the narcotics then turn to a zombie
200k for the jet, go to london
do what i say, shoot the k out the hummer
servin’ the yay out my grandmama dungeon
i got a bad lil’ hoe
diamonds looking like they call lil’ hoe
perking n-gg-s for the cash, h-llo
finesse a n-gg- with the swag, i blow
i get the paper, smooth operator
throw you in a pool full of gators
crawlin’ in the coupes, now or later
taking off my roof, now or later

[verse 3: dave east]
i had a audemar, i had a rollie, but i swear ain’t nothin’ that’s like my patek
i got a chance to get all of these millions, got no time for chillin’, i wake up like, “next”
i had an uncle that used to get money uptown, he used to make me get fresh
i had on gucci, before i could tell you what it was and i had it on in the ‘jects
up like i don’t want no rest
gucci blue, i want a jet, for diamonds we come at your neck
my foot on they neck and these b-tches combine with gabana and dolce, it fit me the best
i’m in bal harbour with back-ends, i might get head from a fat friend
if we don’t know you, then we taxing
i’m from new york, she love my accent
i remember i was trappin’, duct tape another package
you livin’ like it couldn’t happen, f-ck n-gg-, you just rappin’
i know some demons, i’m a savage
molly in her, got her laughing
don’t compare, i’m not no average
itches staring, ’cause i’m flashing

- dave east lyrics

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