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dtm - check the score lyrics

yo,look
them man there shook
bricks get split while the yola cook
don’t take no sh-t but i take mans rook
and that’s checkmate when his queen gets took

business with cats feeding the home-less
take it back and forth like air hostess
carbs and c0ke got kits focused
ain’t see this much white since mary and joseph

with this bally i still draw gyally
you don’t wanna see me alone in an alley
scoring points yo go check the tally
scoring points yo whack on a bally
groupie i don’t know tryna show me her f-nny
when i roll round she best call me daddy
decline that b-tch if she’s bratty, i’m aggy
don’t think that i still won’t back out the sami
back the sami might splash up a patty
i won’t rest till i get me a grammy
liers and snakes them man there chatty
grind and bake till my clothes look tatty
third gear hand break pull up on this patty
your diamonds are fake that sh-t look tacky
sm money mob we still act cl-ssy
sm money mob we still get clappy

when the corn makes that pop sound
it ain’t like nothing you’d find in a cinema
we go mad with the carbs and c0ke
mix that sh-t like salt and vinegar

i put my d-ck in this chick
get a 2 piece on the side
i be whipping dis brick
big 45 with extra fries
i heard your raps bro your tellin lies
might come take a visit with one two guys
c0ke in the oven yo check the pies
albo bloodline check the ties

fed try refuse it, ignore and resume it
opp move mad then i dip and abuse it
judge wan accuse me, dat sh-t amuse me
bro went ot i come second like tuesday
l’s i -ssign dat ,carbs i combine dat
peng ting big back uno i 079 dat
pyrex whipped up, opps get dipped up
hollow tips leave bulletproofs ripped up
now we got waps so we grip and shoot
in the flesh now they acting shy
raise it and burst on a feminine yout
from secondary school yeah i been that guy

i heard your raps bro it’s lies your telling
big 45 can’t even fit in my denim
iron and lead obsessed with metal
don’t know about me then i kindly tell him
yo then man there begging
got a golden wap like double 0 7
these eediat youts ain’t on my level
come to my block best watch where your stepping

big 45 with extra fries in
i’m excercising
the right to be silent
out on road it’s money and violence
living this life you can’t act righteous

on my jack jones with this trap phone
part time dishing out crack stones
see the progress yeah it’s mad slow
so i still take trips to the bando

when you hear me say a man get chinged we ain’t talking about no asian
20 racks deep on this wrist flex that sh-t i ain’t worried bout pagans
say they’re scoring we’re saving
shots like ter stegen
they see the real gs they’re skating
so it’s back to the bricks and baking

- dtm lyrics

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