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young buck - check wit it lyrics

[verse 1: tee grizley]
[?] just put diamonds on [?]
i be [?] that’s when i sleep
i don’t got no problems in these streets
drop a couple dollars on my beef
i get off parole in a couple months
soon as i get off, i’m rolling the blunt
the chopper big as f+ck, you can fold the b+tch up
n+gga rob my n+gga buck, and he toast some sh+t up
my n+ggas making [?] we don’t do no [?]
f+ck a b+tch and send her home, we don’t do no chilling
[?] drop the top, we don’t do no ceelings
[?] couldn’t even feel it

[chorus: young buck]
real shooter catch a body, b+tch you never did
dope boy move the work, you ain’t never get it
i got a check with it
yeah i got a check with it
soldier rags, we get a lotta bags
my new b+tch cool, my old b+tch mad
now i got a chеck with it
now i got a check with it

[verse 2: sada baby]
break a brick down with my bear hands
[?] won’t do sh+t to mе, i got that pole on me
[?], you can’t tell on me, i got some sh+lls on me
we got bail money, cause that n+gga buck keep bails on him
rock out, imma move that work until i clock out
tk had no guns around him, so you gon get knocked out
[?] my chopper flip a n+gga [?]
top shotta, knock off your [?]
hold up n+gga, let me get poured up, check out my [?]
[?] soon as we showed up
more bread than cold cuts
[?] chopstick [?] drop sh+t
so you can’t stop sh+t
thot b+tch, get her top split
she [?]
[chorus: young buck]
real shooter catch a body, b+tch you never did
dope boy move the work, you ain’t never get it
i got a check with it
yeah i got a check with it
soldier rags, we get a lotta bags
my new b+tch cool, my old b+tch mad
now i got a check with it
now i got a check with it

[verse 3: young buck]
i just left my celly with a half a brick
had to pay my thick [?] to grab the sh+t
only n+gga on the yard used to have this sh+t
they say i’m trappin a lil too hard, i’m not the average
b+tch come check my paperwork, and tell me what the savage is
i just left a million dollars in my mama matress
i just bought a thousand choppers, test them out with all my partners
all my n+ggas think they shottas, catch a [?] and catch a body
soldier rags, [?] sh+t
neighborhood talk, it’s that mob sh+t
this that [?], [?] b+tch
this that gang gang, this that [?] sh+t

- young buck lyrics

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