letra de checkmate - sprite lee
[intro: sprite lee]
the martianz
yeah
[chorus: sprite lee]
saint laurent purse for the queen, i got some racks in my jeans
ain’t even room for the p’s, i make her hollar for me
told him, “might need some beats, send me a pack for the free”
i hit the stu’ with the team, everyone of us a king, yeah
i hit record and i sit back, never take a break, no kitkat, yeah-yeah
i’m speaking nothing but big facts, where you goin’, where you get that?
your jewelry fake that’s a big kap, 5% tint on the maybach
pull up like where is my cake at?
my n-gg-s’ whippin the foreigns, our pockets enormous
we don’t do nothing but pay cash
[verse 1: sprite lee]
make sure y’all n-gg-s alive when you’re in the same room
whole time you workin’ 9-5, except you out late too, yeah
the reason you keep on trippin’ is cause’ you ain’t lace shoes
i don’t be trippin’ on any of that bullsh-t ’cause all of that sh-t was some fake news
who got the suicide-suicide doors, some models at the crib and they naked on the floor
walkin’ around on the tip of they toes, but don’t call her phone, she get done by the bros
’cause you know the code, i’m just gonna hit it and go
catch up and run up to her home
she took the low, my neck and wrist on froze
she took my heart so low
i don’t wanna leave no stain
i don’t wanna hear no lame
i didn’t mean to break my bank
then i went and got some more drip
i didn’t mean to pour this drink
but i’ve never meant to stay in this place
wish it never would’ve caught that case
we’ll leave that for the blame
yeah
[chorus: sprite lee]
saint laurent purse for the queen, i got some racks in my jeans
ain’t even room for the p’s, i make her hollar for me
told him, “might need some beats, send me a pack for the free”
i hit the stu’ with the team, everyone of us a king, yeah
i hit record and i sit back, never take a break, no kitkat, yeah-yeah
i’m speaking nothing but big facts, where you goin’, where you get that?
your jewelry fake that’s a big kap, 5% tint on the maybach
pull up like where is my cake at?
my n-gg-s’ whippin the foreigns, our pockets enormous
we don’t do nothing but pay cash
[verse 2: lil skies]
we don’t do nothing but pay cash
now i just pulled up in a maybach
i’ma bust on that b-tch, where her face at?
i’ma f-ck around, give her a face tat
all these drugs we can never relapse
smokin’ gas always keep a good batch
lil’ shorty got an att-tude, i’m gonna calm it down with a couple racks
thirteen hundred for a amiri jeans
we be drippin’ like a pint of lean
i can tell you wasn’t on the team
lame n-gg- didn’t make the league
feel the love, but they envy me with the topshotters, i’m an mvp
got straight heat from my enemies
they can get deceased, be a memory
[chorus: sprite lee]
saint laurent purse for the queen, i got some racks in my jeans
ain’t even room for the p’s, i make her hollar for me
told him, “might need some beats, send me a pack for the free”
i hit the stu’ with the team, everyone of us a king, yeah
i hit record and i sit back, never take a break, no kitkat, yeah-yeah
i’m speaking nothing but big facts, where you goin’, where you get that?
your jewelry fake that’s a big kap, 5% tint on the maybach
pull up like where is my cake at?
my n-gg-s’ whippin the foreigns, our pockets enormous
we don’t do nothing but pay cash
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