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young buck - runnin that check up lyrics

lego
rapped up i got benz on me
benz benz on me
rapped up i got benz on me
i got benz on me,
ice over my n-gg-s, i got cigarettes over my chick
i got bottles all in my section,
this cash feelin we flexin’, ball.

i’m still touching that white girl
all of my hoes just like girls,
walking through the club like a might earl
miley cyrus this my world,
50 hundreds for this bobby jeans,
45 hundreds for this time degree yes,
two chains gave me this pain to lean
versace shades you know what i see
i got a gun homie, i ain’t even roll yet,
a cope that i mean drove yet,
louie’s hatin’ even in the stove yet,
i bet you broke n-gg-s than you know that

hook:
i read up, i ain’t never runnin’ out
i’m wrecked up, i ain’t never serving y’all
get money, i ain’t never gone without, what?
so tell me why i don’t deserve the ball?
i’m just runnin’ that check up
i’m just runnin’ that check up
i’m just runnin’ that check up
i’m just runnin’ that check up
coming through the benz like this,
coming through the benz like this
coming through the benz like this
i’m just runnin’ that check up.

i’m still keepin’ that foldie on me,
f-ck it fast ’cause i know you want me,
36 o’s i hold it on me,
we think we the sh-t, i know that don’t wr
gucci bag hangin’ on my b-tch on,
your b-tch sh-t fin to get palm,
my b-tch rich and i whip hard,
look at my wrist i got a brick on,
i got time for him and i ain’t even roll yet
a condom i ain’t even go yet,
and mention i ain’t even show that
and guess you wanna know where your hoe at
my n-gg-s got rich while i locked up true,
and big homie, guaked up, guaked up,
all of the soft got wacked up,
put benz on my hand when i popped up

hook:
i’m just runnin’ that check up
i’m just runnin’ that check up
i’m just runnin’ that check up
i’m just runnin’ that check up
coming through the benz like this,
coming through the benz like this
coming through the benz like this
i’m just runnin’ that check up.

i’m wise here i’ma build up
spend ’bout twelve ’bout my left n-gg-
and for my enemy .. f-ck em
bear it out, whatever left up.
got white reminix in the pimps we ball
college b-tch, sh-t the next of model
pall all night i’ma wrist the model
your baby mama sh-t, the next to swallow,
get on me, no yet, a pound to kush and i ain’t blow yet,
and the next bar i ain’t sold yet,
tryin to find the house, while i can grow at
’cause aces spray no more at,
’bout the fire this picture where the door hang,
hey picture me ballin’ and it’s a cold that,
tryin to find the script club and throw that bar.

- young buck lyrics

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