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letra de checkmate - bo$barr

[intro]
yeah, aye packy money
wassup wit’ these b-tch ass n-ggas man
huh yeah, bo$$barr
two dollars signs, two r’s

[hook]
checkmate
you play wit’ them doctors you gon’ meet your death date
staydown and jam i did it the best way
bro highed up off da ‘ercs he can’t rest straight
my pockets was itchin’ i start gettin’ desperate
takedown everything i don’t love or respect
where i’m from we shoot first, don’t even ask questions
the way i work wit’ the iron you would think ima expert
sucker ass sh-t you won’t see me supporting
rather go slit my neck thеn go to police reporting
i smell p-ssy lеt’s go and extort em
it’s me and my ‘rip he bang blue like he corbin
all of my shooters scoring
all of my plugs foreign
all of my b-tches bad
‘bout to have all opps mourning

[verse]
go spin like a tornado
b-tch l!ck yo lips they gon’ know it’s not mayo
dead wrong as a man, n-ggas tasting the rainbow
i seen fettuccine bring greed not alfredo
bark wit’ no bite you’s a motherf-ckin’ puppy
opps caught me downbad and them b-tch n-ggas jump me
i didn’t have my iron in my dip they got lucky
test your luck one more time on the code it’ll get bl–dy
corona ain’t do sh-t but strength my hustle
always gettin’ to it, can’t f-ck around and fumble
his eyes popped out of his socket when he seen that muzzle
n-gga don’t play i’ll pluck you
she got dsls, tell her come clean my rifle
i don’t do relationships f-ck is a title?
all of them n-ggas you done f-cked and d-cks you done sucked
now u want me to come wife you, b-tch it’s slow
i’m not a scammer just did it before
if i can’t quick draw i’m hittin’ out my coat
705 ‘til i die i drop five’s on my soul
if you my brother i’ll never outshine ya
jam stars winning they use to decline us
bird brain b-tches out here gettin’ mind f-cked
n-gga it’s our time now you’re time’s up
bro gettin’ bags, we trap out the v
when i got bagged i couldn’t get even sleep
they thought i was retarted, had a iep
i was takin’ down plugs like i need p’s
in every situation they call me the aggressor
them doctors come out and put n-ggas on stretchers
born lion-hearted wasn’t raised to be tender
don’t you know the game is called chess not checkers
[hook]
checkmate
you play wit’ them doctors you gon’ meet your death date
staydown and jam i did it the best way
bro highed up off da ‘ercs he can’t rest straight
all of my shooters scoring
all of my plugs foreign
all of my b-tches bad
‘bout to have all opps mourning
sucker ass sh-t you won’t see me supporting
rather go slit my neck then go to police reporting
i smell p-ssy let’s go and extort em
it’s me and my ‘rip he bang blue like he corbin
all of my shooters scoring
all of my plugs foreign
all of my b-tches bad
‘bout to have all opps mourning

[outro]
yuh, jam stars, jam stars
yeah, yeah n-gga
i’m back in this sh-t
back in my, huh, b-tch i’m back in my jam
checkmate, checkmate, you’re death date
they know when them f-ckin’ doctors come out they-
man i ain’t even gotta say to much
jam stars, jam stars, what i say
all of my shooters scoring
all of my plugs foreign
all of my b-tches bad
‘bout to have all opps mourning, slime

- bobarr

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