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risktaker d-boy – heat check lyrics

[verse 1: risktaker d+boy]
how many feends i gotta overdose to run the city?
heat check, i don’t think too many n+ggas f+cking with me
paranoid, riding round with nina, i don’t got a licance
bust your ass in broad day, you try some sh+t in private
keep it on me, i don’t need no friends, ain’t no leaning on me
this b+tch’ll chop you down, in other words, a cleaver on me
mama said she scared for my life, she think the reper on me
i wasn’t ever gon be sh+t, that’s what my teacher told me

[verse 2: rio da yung og]
i just took a bubble bath with the ice on
i don’t trust your ass, b+tch, you f+cking with the lights on
big ten milli on my hip, i wanna fight though
six ounces in the cream soda, i want a sprite though
you can’t get no money sitting at home, you gotta take a trip
d+boy told me, if you want a rollie, n+gga, take a risk
remember when i stayed on [?] i was taking sh+t
tables turned, now i’m somewhere outta town making cheese
[verse 3: rmc mike]
excusing everything but the beef, i want all smoke
whip the ten out at macdonalds, to buy a large coke
gargle b+lls while she suck the d+ck, she got a large throat
[?] gave me a package [?] like a bar of soap
if them b+tches get behind me, then i’m on the run
p+ssy weak as h+ll, but in her mouth, she got a golden tongue
met a b+tch, and f+cked the same day, that’s a hole in one
[?] stock on my ak to control my gun

[verse 4: risktaker d+boy]
f+ck rap, [?] see me down at rolling loud
cause they know i see an opp, then i might [?] the crowd
and everytime i see my fans, they wanna stare me down
the b+tches that i used to f+ck, they don’t compare to now
[?] bussin in these b+tches while they [?]
turn around and say they pregnant hoes, that’s not my baby
[?] collecting all the [?] from the opperation
tired of sh+tting on these n+ggas, like i’m constapated

[verse 5: rio da yung og]
let my anger take over my brain, and almost shot a baby
double g’s on, f+cking [?] i’m not [?]
i feel like a feend, [?] been taking [?] lately
f+ck the b+tch safety, i’m tryna make sure the condem made it
[?] let them go for eighty
[?] white man just called with some o.c. eighty
whoever knew in my future i’d be going codeine crazy?
i could buy a skat pack ight now, [?] my dope feend’s baby
[verse 6: rmc mike]
grab a twenty ounce and drop a situation in it
pop a perc and f+ck [?] ain’t no wait a minute
let my [?] out the crib, imma baby k a n+gga
ain’t no yes men over here, baby, i’m a maybe n+gga
i’ll still shoot your car, even if the baby in it
[?] do a lot of features, cause they pay me different
rob you, then rob myself, i’m a shady n+gga
the drum only hold seventy five, i’ll stuff eighty in it

- risktaker d boy lyrics

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