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letra de can't check me - younginsosleaze & big sad 1900

[intro: younginsosleaze]
yeah
if you ain’t got no, how you finna check me? (yeah)
ayy, see the mouth, baby, like, yeah, ayy (watchin’ on his neckpiece)
yeah
(ooh, freddy made this)
aight (4g sh-t, n-gga)
it’s sleaze, n-gga (thirty, why you treat me like that?)
yeah (aight)

[verse 1: younginsosleaze]
if you ain’t got no check for me, b-tch, how you finna check me? (how you, what?)
see her mouth [?] like he bust down this neckpiece
i’ll lay down in a grave before you disrespect me (‘fore you disrespect me)
kept up bringin’ up my name and he chasеd out the next week (yeah, yеah, yeah)
sleaze sosa, i be shinin’ just like i’m a glo guy (glo boy)
and this eight got a kick like [?] it go live (it go)
tryna go band for band, you can’t even [?] (you can’t even [?])
out here lyin’ like pinnochio, he need a nose job (cut that sh-t off)
i hit hard to these hoes like it’s this and ain’t that (it ain’t that)
that sh-t bad, boy, you got too much cappin’ in your raps (yeah, yeah)
see me out and he froze like he got his chain sn-tched (come here)
done for callin’ n-ggas’ phones, you can’t get your chain back (you can’t get that sh-t)
i got love in the uk, they say my sh-t slap (on my mama)
came a long way from oakland, now i’m all across the map (now i’m all ’round)
all these hoes tappin’ in ’cause i be all across they apps (yeah)
they be swipin’ on your music ’cause they know that sh-t whack (n-gga)
i be in and out the back, i’m everywhere you never is (where you at?)
and my life is like a movie, get my motion camera lit (i’m lit)
catch him on a sunday and give his ho banana split (come here)
rocket with my arp like i just learned my alphabets (word, yeah)
if it tick-tock, i’ma leave that rollie on your wrist (n-gga)
this a big knot, i can’t even fold it, it’s too big (it’s too big)
you’ll get got thinkin’ that you finna get this sh-t (what?)
you’ll get chris rock’d for thinkin’ that i’m trippin’ ’bout a b-tch, n-gga (about a b-tch)
[verse 2: big sad 1900]
all them bodies droppin’ on they block, we had hands in (you know that)
you know that you love her, i’ma hit her, take my mans in (come here)
you can ask them hoes around the way, we bring bags in
you know we ’bout money, baby girl, what the plan is? (what the f-ck the plan is?)
all that pillow talkin’ on the net, let’s get jiggy with it (we outside)
n-ggas think i’m on ot on the road, i’m in the city with it (h-ll nah)
we gon’ leave slime behind the wheel if i feel offended
they don’t play with me, they play with them, n-ggas know the difference
young n-gga, big coupe, ridin’ through the ghetto (sure that)
over sixty thousand, you can tell by my bezel (can tell by my bezel)
servin’ drank, breakin’ on these b-tches by the level
we ain’t nothin’ like them n-ggas, you can come and meet the devil (can come and meet the devil)
many homies trippin’, i’ma open up that backdoor
pull up on your ho and pull her hair and give her back strokes (give her back strokes)
i done got too famous for this sh-t, but i can’t go (ayy, but i can’t go)
i done blew some racks in this b-tch, these n-ggas broke, though (sure that)

[outro]
(ooh, freddy made this)
(thirty, why you treat me like that?)

- younginsosleaze big sad 1900

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