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safaree - mic check lyrics

[intro:]
yeah!
i think this about to be some smooth, swag sh-t!
blunt, blunt, blunt, blunt, blunt
do it, do it, do it!
vs! fengali n-gga
blunt, blunt, blunt, blunt, blunt
do it, do it, do it!

i tell the b-tch i’m on that k!ller sh-t
i’m cashing out that dealerships
counting stacks i bring some money
watch me as i pill the sh-t!
swerve, swerve, yeah i’m swerving
b-tches drag, go get them [?]
[?] we’ll be hurting
got them arabs, they’ll be murdering
hands on me like a mac mouse
and they ain’t no room n-gga, this a pack house!
tell them get the f-ck out!
n-gga, this what us about?
i’m getting there fast, homie take the truck round!
better tell them this my [?]
slow down, can’t stop!
you n-ggas ain’t getting no p-ssy, c-ck block!
on my back, trying to catch these b-tches!
mix down, hit them switches
matrix called them digits
snitches, they get st-tches at your door, jehovah’s witness!
she bad, on my hit list
lamborghini on my wish-list!
d-ck hair, that’s my fitness
white goes for that s-m-n
see me, they start screaming
auckland, that’s new zeeland
and i gotta go hard, s-m-n!
that’s me! we love more than energy vibe
rich gang right side n-gga, that’s the b sign
i got an european coupe with four wheels
ain’t got a label, but they’re offering me four deals
i do philipes, you’re doing meals on wheels
[?] they ain’t got to worry about no bill!
i don’t know cash out, but i’m cashing out!
you got a mad b-tch, she always lashing out!
you see the bulge in my pockets and the size of it
and when i pull it out, your wifey gonna die for it!
with an exclamation mark on the side of it
black van, ten asians inside of it!
that’s why my p-ssport looking like a tack shop!
my rolex on me, i got the black clock
pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
cop pulled me over, made sure this is last of
b-tches on my pesos, blowing the case load
don’t do chanel chains n-gga that’s fool’s gold!
yeah, i’m in the zone b-tch
i just got a porsche, 9/11 gear switch
highways swerving on for gear ship
and i’ll be at the crib [?] mother f-cking day with a [?]
born on july 4th so i’m sort of popping high
i do it all alone, i never need an alibi
serial k!llers with me move when i say so
check my feet! yeah, i got them j’s roll!
two days in a row, not the same ho
call aviani cause he make my chain glow

[outro:]
check, check, check, check, check, check
can i get a mic?
check, check, check, check, check, check
can i get a mic?
blunt, blunt, blunt, blunt, blunt
do it, do it, do it!
blunt, blunt, blunt, blunt, blunt
do it, do it, do it!
vs, clarity, i am fengali, n-gga b-tch!

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