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ro kapone - check lyrics

[intro]
aye!
i done got that check (b-tch -ss n-gg-)
up!
i done ran that
i done ran that check up on these b-tch -ss n-gg-s
i done ran that check up on these b-tch…

[chorus]
i just ran up a check on these b-tch -ss n-gg-s
keep flexing with a check you can get jacked n-gg-
she said who you think you is? hold up b-tch i’m that n-gg-
and my swag k!lling sh-t b-tch i think i’m jack the ripper
you came home early from the feds i know you told
what the f-ck i look like selling you some dope?
in love with the money can’t nothing come in between
i’m fly i might take you under my wing

[verse 1]
i’m so mother f-cking fly
i just might fly away
where were you at when i ain’t have a dime?
you ain’t got nothing to say
i’m a flex on these b-tch -ss n-gg-s every time i get the chance like wait till i cop me a wraith
i really just counted ten bands picked fifties then counted it again ‘fore i put it in the safe
that was entirely too much information
in the trap got it going crazy like a mental patient
these n-gg-s telling got to watch who you serve
toucan sam n-gg- playing with them birds
i put my wrist in the bowl then stir
she wanna ride the d-ck i told her don’t swerve
swag k!lling sh-t i might catch a body
f and b i just made a deposit
two thick b-tches had to weigh out my options
flavor like baskin robin’s

[chorus]
i just ran up a check on these b-tch -ss n-gg-s
keep flexing with a check you can get jacked n-gg-
she said who you think you is? hold up b-tch i’m that n-gg-
and my swag k!lling sh-t b-tch i think i’m jack the ripper
you came home early from the feds i know you told
what the f-ck i look like selling you some dope
in love with the money can’t nothing come in between
i’m fly i might take you under my wing

[verse 2]
built it ground up i had to blueprint it
now i’m commander in chief and you just lieutenant
i got p’s i ain’t broke down yet cocaine ain’t stirred up
she wanna f-ck i had to hurry up
i got to get back to the money can’t be laying around curled up
i got money i ain’t count yet i got hoes i ain’t f-cked yet
probably why you upset
i got a 40 i ain’t bust yet
she said i love you i just nodded my head
it was more than enough said
i got stripes like a tiger
in the jungle it’s all about survival
monkey nuts on arrival
i can make the chickens fly i just gotta guide em
scr-pe every gram out the pot
switch up locations the spot getting hot
i married the money just tied the knot
take the dope out the water let it dry
what the f-ck i look like selling you some dope you told on yo n-gg-s
an i ain’t serving nan’ one of them f-ck n-gg-s that’s with you
i can’t afford it i can’t get jammed up
twelve done came through here twice i put every gram up
i did it again i f-cked up every pot in the kitchen
beat the doors off the trap until them crackers kick it

- ro kapone lyrics

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