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joey fatts - checc in lyrics

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[verse 1: dave east]
money coming in so many ways
i been out grinding, i ain’t showered in like so many days
chipper jones, chip kelly, i got so many plays
and you know that sh-t can deadly you play around with my cake
like this n-gg- named tommy, my custody outta state
this n-gg- i knew that’s paying high for the plates
his clientele grew, and payments start coming late
on instagram with the jewels and b-tches on dinner dates
he tryna bend the rules, it’s time to set him straight
grab the k, he bout to make the news if he don’t pay today
we on this block with the tools, we ain’t got sh-t to say
where he stay, if he ain’t got my loot he bout to he’s lose his face
cold case, cold game, no face, no name
no guts, no glory, my n-gg- i ain’t no stain
shootin sh-t robert horry, my youngin thirsty for fame
with no regards for authority, down to do life for the gang
it’s from the dirt, n-gg-

[chorus: joey fatts]
i stepped in, i can’t go nowhere with no protection
my choice of weapon was a fn
there’s crips up in my section
i’ma f-ck that b-tch you been neglecting
that plane touch the ground you better check in
dirty smith n wesson

[verse 2: joey fatts]
don’t be a sacrifice, we both could go to h-ll
i’ll see you in the afterlife, don’t be a sacrifice
p.i.m.p., sn-tch your wife
hit the block, trap the night
caught your b-tch from across the room
i had this knife, her -ss was nice
declined her facetime, she wasn’t acting right
this pistol made ’em ask for christ
disguise the c-ke in flour or bag of rice
shop when i land, i don’t pack for flights
xanax in my body, i don’t act polite
[?], that’s savage life
tell ’em fast, tap your phone
you recording and taping n-gg-s facing life
they let you out tonight, what did you say to n-gg-s?
if you ratted, follow you, you never can escape it n-gg-
never play with headers, go ask your b-tch
i’m amazing n-gg-

[chorus: joey fatts]
i stepped in, i can’t go nowhere with no protection
my choice of weapon was a fn
there’s crips up in my section
i’ma f-ck that b-tch you been neglecting
that plane touch the ground you better check in
dirty smith n wesson



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