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king a1 - blow a check freestyle lyrics

[intro]
yeah
imma run through this sh-t real quick
isaac turn my sh-t up real quick man
yeah, that’s straight

[verse 1]
i just know that chopper bustin’
sippin’ on that robitussin
d-mn these n-ggas front for nothin’
bro this n-ggas actin’ tough and
fussin’ n-ggas always bluffin’
and i was just up in the kitchen
cookin’ raw, i’m talkin’ pitchin’
i just know that recipe
that n-gga that be stressin’ fee
gotta keep that white
like a n-gga bout to brush his t–th
triple beam
i just know i’m tight
like a pair of thugger jeans
like the flare up in the tree
got me burning down the leaves
watch me smoking on my pogo stick
don’t l1ck the tip, you throw my sh-t
i’m a trip, no luggage, sh-t
talking mars and venus
i’m the cleanest
for the d-ck she always fiendin’
got her sipping on my s-m-n
think i’m dreaming let me martin luther king it
(run through the money, run)
my white hoes they listen
my black girls like attention
so it’s time i give ’em like they in a prison
on this money making mission never missin’
no is sittin’ on a debt
i be flexin’ let me stretch
in a trap, like a dyk-
b-tch i’m strapped
guess it’s graduation n-ggas got me bustin’ at they caps
for this cash flow i go’s all out like a bad b-tch with her weave out
when i’m paper chasing like steve stoute
y’all chase hoes i chase checks
my pockets safe like latex
my whip clean, that’s windex
my game tight, that’s spandex
now bounce that -ss like bad checks
she blow the whistle like she the ref
my n-ggas foul, they give ’em tecs
i gorw cheese, that [?]
i dog hoes, like i’m a vet
that wrist game is frostbite
i’m on that -ss like tail-lights
them thick hoes can’t take d-ck
them slim hoes like long pipe
no help, my stroke game on a1, like bad health
i’m too high, orion belt
haha
(run through the money, run)
i’m off the top, decapitated
got my b-tches segregated
purple got me feeling like i’m urkel
got me elevated
i just know the devil hating like i’m painting perfect scriptures
let the fallen angels get ya
let the fallen hammer bang ya
playing for the bangles man
these b-tches they be acting single
when they really taken i be takin’ n-ggas b-tches
call me undertaker fam
i’m the man, i’m the man
b-tch my kicks stay fly like peter pan
i pull up in the money van
she blow me hard like she a fan
i’m coming fat like cheater man
he stalkin’ me like he the stan
i pull up in the trap
tell my b-tches go to work
like they tryin’ get a check
bet them dollars make it wet
if you dissin’ any haitian then you know you dissin’ me
cause us haitian’s stick together
bread and b-tter call me lover, lover
talkin’ money never stutter
talkin’ sh-t, n-ggas coming out
like they undercover
diamonds dancing on my neck
michael jackson on my wrist
t-to jackson on my feet
my b-tches look like janet jackson
n-ggas say i’m snapping like a n-gga taking pictures
i just started from the top, like a n-gga digging ditches man
and i swear i got a mistletoe, my d-ck be getting kisses
when i pull up in your town, your b-tch is always missing
superhead and n-ggas call it sonic
run through the money, run
run through the money, run
run through the money, run
yeah, a1 just having fun

[outro]
see how this sh-t sound man
sound like, you know, dade county in this sh-t
little haiti
same sh-t

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