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london jae - chase a check lyrics

[chorus: big 36oz]
f-ck around, spend 458
got a big bag on me, call me santa
wearing all white like alaska
d-ck so good, she thought i was her man, yeah
pull out that k, and he better know
i won all my battles, i earned all my stripes
i ain’t bout that sh-t, i’m protecting my life
so don’t you pull up, you might lose all your stripes
f-ck all these hoes, they so lazy
they wanna have your babys
i look at your b-tch like she crazy
you better go chase you a cheque
say less if it ain’t bout a cheque
you want you some real respect

[verse 1: big 36oz]
i found out the recipe, i got the specialty
b-tches love me
step on that dope with my own feet
chop a brick, that’s [?]
went to paroo for the summer
back in atlanta with the drama
we gon send packs through the mail like this sh-t leget
you lil n-gg-s need to quit
i hang around nothing but big bodies
[?] with the gwop [?]
your baby mama love my rari
i had to kick that b-tch up out it
i’m still with the sh-t, don’t you doubt me
i reup and f-ck all the prices
i’m sippin on syrup, i might hit the kurb
your b-tch wanna swallo, i know she wanna gargle
i stick my d-ck in, she gon scream with no problems
i’m trappin so hard, imma need me an oscar
eatin all these b-tches like some fish from red lobster
i got a big bag like i’m santa claus n-gg-
don’t make me play laser tag with you lil n-gg-
you know this chopper, it spray at n-gg-s
it hit you, you flipper
i pray for your mama, she gon miss you, n-gg-

[verse 2: london jae]
650 drop with your b-tch, n-gg-
she know a rich n-gg-, i be all around the city
6 figures, wearin ballmains
i’m the sh-t, n-gg-
no cap, imma hit her with the d-ck, n-gg-
tell my mama i made it
she made a 1
now they all on my d-ck like i don’t remember
country boy get dope in the middle
4 lines in the middle got me geekin
pop a perk and leave her leakin
pain k!llers imma keep sneakin and peakin
drippin and leakin
on the label, got the juice now
top 42, red coope now
talkin [?] walk, [?] jacket
sittin in the drop
take your b-tch when i’m out
keep that chopper when i’m out
went from nothing to a million
came from nothing now i’m winnin
imma make all you n-gg-s feel it
imma stack that paper to the ceeling
coope with no engen, i’m still in the kitchen
still on the mission, gotta get up out it
poppin like a molly

- london jae lyrics

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