letra de jordan year - cheque lowkks
first time in the booth i was only 23
talking jordan year
young bull on the scene
for the cream i had to scheme
i’m the captain of my team
going stupid in this b-tch
for the money i’ma fiend
and i’m hungry for the green
ever since i was a teen
fell in love with the sound of my enemiga screams
automatic ruger
stainless steel with a beam
bl–dy body in the lobby all red is the scene
by the pint like some lean
and i po’ with team
and its tasting so clean
double cup looking mean
hit it hard from the back break a b-tch by her spleen
now she think she a queen
so i hand her them jeans
b-tch
this sh-t ain’t no thing
it ain’t nothin but a fling
there ain’t no in between
i’m on point like a screen
dropping 100s like kareem
booty bouncing on the beat
have em bow down to my feet
ima a m-th-f-cking king don
feds can’t trace it
beats i lace it
boy you basic
face it
you be in the bas-m-nt
stunting on fake sh-t
i be in a coupe 2 seater while im racing
feds can’t trace it
beats i lace it
boy you basic
face it
you be in the bas-m-nt
stunting on fake sh-t
i be in a coupe 2 seater while im racing
sweet be the block but the lyrics real sour
f-ck all that fame boy i just want the power
call me cheque lowkks competition i devour
i roll all the dope & i smoke up the flower
flip and tumble money & i stack it like a tower racks
come into your city hear the hatred getting louder
i got drip drip drip like i’m snorting on the powder
your mans he’s a coward
take his hoe inside an hour
gotta a few girls
real thick in the hips
couple bad little b-tches
playing fetch with my stick
let em hop up on the d-ck
keep a fully loaded clip
in the pistol on my hip
yea you know i never miss sheeesh
f-ck around make this piece do gymnastics
i’m aiming at the game i got the heater doing back flips
swerving through the traffic
leave em looking tragic
po it up- po it up- po it up
every sip i take got my body going numb
calle dulce f-ck around and everybody’s going dumb
we certified slum boy we ain’t even done
you better lay low
buck shots turn to halos
flipping peso after peso
whenever i say so
white diamonds look like yayo
catch me chiefin through diego
smoking as the day goes
kuz the weed smoke fatal
leave a hole in a sucker like a f-cking bagel ughhhhh
guts falling out so i hit em with a staple
health unstable
lay em on the table
turning on the radio kuz we ain’t got no cable
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