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letra de nike check - jay fizzle

[intro]
okay
(zekaj)
le’go

[chorus]
sh-t on these n-ggas, what i do
spent a dub on my grills, that’s a thousand each tooth
got this big ass pinky ring, i spent a dub on it too
it ain’t even been two weeks, and went and bought a brand new coupe
i made a 30k this mornin’, and i ain’t even leave the house
all my pockets like bm, b-tch, i got big racks, yeah, they fat
stretch that boy, and take it all, we call that sh-t pocket change
my whole gang just gon’ do it, like the motherf-ckin’ nike check

[verse 1]
i got bands in my motherf-ckin’ pocket
they tryna take my picture, paper falling, bankroll sloppy
i put the racks in rubber bands, ‘causе they won’t fold in a wallet
b-tch, i’m big donafizzo, you can’t find no n-gga hotter
i just nuttеd in her mouth, she say my d-ck taste like oreos
have you ever seen a benz coupe? pull up with some lambo’ doors
we pull up, take your life away, i promise won’t n0body know
then dump that lil’ boy body in the woods, be where no one goes
i’m a cold heart gangster, black and dreaded, but i ain’t haitian
my lil’ demons kidnap babies, so homeboy, watch that sh-t you sayin’
run up, try me, look who’s spraying
we shoot the kid, don’t do no blanking
i’ve been gettin’ in lately, all my pockets stuffed with a dub so that
[chorus]
sh-t on these n-ggas, what i do
spent a dub on my grills, that’s a thousand each tooth
got this big ass pinky ring, i spent a dub on it too
it ain’t even been two weeks, and went and bought a brand new coupe
i made a 30k this mornin’, and i ain’t even leave the house
all my pockets like bm, b-tch, i got big racks, yeah, they fat
stretch that boy, and take it all, we call that sh-t pocket change
my whole gang just gon’ do it, like the motherf-ckin’ nike check

[verse 2]
broke boy, where your bag at? where your bag at?
p-ssy, where your bag at? where your bag at?
broke boy, i got big racks, i got big racks
i got big racks, broke boy, i got big racks
heard you was a rat rat, gang, don’t accept that
cuz shot you, you ain’t bust back, you ain’t do nun’ back
gang caught him, left him sh-tty, you feel that
i told you b-tches, don’t play with my crippin’ you dig that
c, 43, cool, i lost my ceiling
you get your life took, put me in your mentions (don’t do that, p-ssy)
40k, spent on this paper route pendant (taliban)
and plus, i’m caked up for life, ‘long as they print it, my bankroll in it

- jay fizzle

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