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letra de check it - 3s

check it lyrics
[intro: kfrmda3s & jtrizzy]
check it, check this
i’m swinging the ching in my left wrist
caught by the gang, it’s a casualty
and my right hand will press it
vicious, knifings
don’t need the green light, i’m riding
on top of the cake, no icing
bro’s in the t with me, i’ll nice him

[verse 1: kfrmda3s]
spill juice when i stepped in ring
didn’t go no party
sweet one, ball tongue, she naughty
told her “hold this, yo miss, there’s rallies” (hold that sh-t)
clocked his paigons, don’t do the digital dash (dash)
no cap, i’ve been in the pass’
if brodie gets bagged i’m hitting the trap
the mandem ain’t into the talking, typing
let me just slide on violence (skrr)
paigons ain’t dropped no yutes
talk on the truth, scorеs are minus
still out on the hill tryna make it spill
complеtimg that drill in silence (shh)
big bro got the wap, rise it up and make the corn fly, no pilot
[chorus: kfrmda3s & jtrizzy]
yo, check it (check it), check this
i’m swinging the ching in my left wrist (soowoo)
caught by the gang, it’s a casualty
and my right hand will press it
vicious, knifings
don’t need the green light, i’m riding
on top of the cake, no icing
bro’s in the t with me, i’ll nice him (i will)

[verse 2: jtrizzy]
i left my man all bleeding, he’s leaking, stop making a mess (haha)
gets done like making a bed
and f-ck the dumb feds, keep making a rest (f-ck them)
tell my whiteboy means he’s hot
like the [?] dots, it reminds me of ed (it does)
told my bro i ain’t writing a head
f-ck the talking, late night’s when you’re dead (ain’t nice)
chinged him, did him right then left
the gang’s all asking if he’s dead like them (is he?)
f-ck my case, still glide with friends
rambo got left, come big like ben (come fat)
fatboy try creep in the ends in the n, i heard he got smoked like blem (he did)
swing my shank, watch the news at ten
delz got k’d, chopped them in a ten (chop that)
[verse 3: kfrmda3s]
show lil’ bro in the trap bare racks
told him “graft packs, g packs they’re flying” (they’re gone)
these opps still trying
bro ain’t lying, he left mz just dying (eurgh)
see, i’m in the whip tryna turn man off
back my rambo, man turn soft
i try chase him, lil man didn’t drop
next time on the hill go plot (next time)

[chorus: kfrmda3s & jtrizzy]
yo, check it (check it), check this
i’m swinging the ching in my left wrist (soowoo)
caught by the gang, it’s a casualty
and my right hand will press it
vicious, knifings
don’t need the green light, i’m riding
on top of the cake, no icing
bro’s in the t with me, i’ll nice him

[verse 4: dama]
some might say that i’m crazy, some might say that i’m psycho (i’m crazy)
i can say crazy ‘cah the jakes done took psycho (free psycho)
i can’t sing like bagz and dappz, f-ckboys hitting them high notes (snitch)
in the back of the ride, got devilish though
squeezing, telling bro “drive slow” (nee-naw)
if i spot me a zt k!ller, that’s a lifer, attempted once, so don’t attempt to try blow (don’t run)
rudeboy, you can get bored up
shank moves ain’t no papercuts
talking ’bout d-ck in a females belly
a f-cked off blade in a paigons guts (don’t)
open him with the longest one, if he survives then that’s luck (luck)
[verse 5: jtrizzy]
didn’t think about black lives matter
told dama “ay, pass your shank” (pass that)
stab that ’til he’s looking [?]
my blood stuck on his shank, blu-tac (it’s stuck)
shank stuck on his back, rucksack
don’t lack, guts get ripped out of your sack, f-ck that (eurgh)
and if you get caught by the gang and me, just know i’ll turn that pack (i will)

- 3s

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