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letra de chess - 350heem

chess lyrics
[intro]
ride on the back of that bih like some
run up them racks ’til they cut off my legs
yeah

[chorus]
ride on the back of that bih like some peds (yeah)
run up them racks ’til they cut off my legs (yeah)
told her, “don’t stop”, when she giving me head
you owe me some money, i just want you dead (i just want him gone)
got n-ggas in county and some of the feds
live by the motto, you better get bread (you better get bread)
jump on that d-ck, better ride like you meg
i know this ain’t checkers, you gotta play chess (gotta play chess)

[verse 1]
she know i get money, i don’t gotta flex (nah)
i gave her a ten to work on her breast
i know i’m the g.o.a.t, i won’t settle for less
my n-gga on go, ain’t stoppin’ for red (call)
ain’t ’bout money, just send me a text
if it ain’t ’bout that, i’ma leave it on read
she gave me the p-ssy, i wanted the head
no, i’m not a rookie, i pull up in vets
and tell ’em to catch up to me
i just be chillin’, these n-ggas be ready to beef (be ready to beef)
but i’m ready to eat
i got a glock with a d-ck and it’s ready to skeet (bah-bah-bah, baow)
i just get money, repeat
i just get money
i got blue hunnids on me
i can’t do nothing for free
the game on lock, 350 the one with the key (yeah)
got no love for these n-ggas and b-tches (yeah)
’cause i know how these people be switchin’ (yeah)
n-ggas hate on the way that i’m livin’, whenever they see me, it don’t be no tension (yeah)
i’ma ball, use to sit on the benches (yeah)
f-ck ’em all, i just ran up my digits (aye)
cut ’em off ’cause i don’t got no feelings (nah)
i just be f-ckin’, no cuffin’ these b-tches
[chorus]
i’ma ride on the back of that bih like some peds (yeah)
run up them racks ’til they cut off my legs
told her, “don’t stop”, when she keep me head
you owe me some money, i just want you dead (i just want him dead)
got n-ggas in county and some of the feds
live by the motto, you better get bread
jump on that d-ck, better ride like you meg
i know this ain’t checkers, you gotta play chess

[verse 2]
if i don’t do nothing, i get it (yeah)
but i don’t gotta talk it, i live it (nah)
and no, i’m not a k!ller, don’t tempt me (aye)
’cause i promise this sh-t can get wicked
stick to the code, i’ma keep it 350 (yeah)
’til the day that the lord come get me
since a youngin i knew how to flip it
ever since then i been addin’ my digits
and these n-ggas hate that i’m eating
i’m walkin’ outside, i’m changing the weather, you know that it’s 350 season (season)
it took me a minute to get me some cheddar and now i get racks on a feature
she gave me some neck and i told her, ‘do better”, and right after that i delete her (i’m gone)
i’ma cut the b-tch off, i don’t need her (yeah)

[chorus]
but i’ma ride on the back of that bih like some peds (yeah)
run up them racks ’til they cut off my legs (yeah)
told her, “don’t stop”, when she giving me head
you owe me some money, i just want you dead (i just want him gone)
got n-ggas in county and some of the feds
live by the motto, you better get bread (you better get bread)
jump on that d-ck, better ride like you meg
i know this ain’t checkers, you gotta play chess (gotta play chess)
[outro]
yeah, yeah
bah-bah-bah, baow

- 350heem

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