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ycc - check life intro lyrics
[intro]
ycc, check life, it’s just what we expected just alot more bandz. ycc it’s a movement you know what it is… check life
fresh white v-neck and a pair of trues ask me what i’m doing b-tch i’m paying dues ycc we winning n-gga who is you pull up in the foreign the like where the roof audi a5 get my coupe on, that’s you b-tch? all my n-ggas had a like a scoop on, told good if i get signed then i stop selling dope don’t want no nine to five cause that similar to being broke
and i stay packing cause them jackers will turn you too casper in my hood we got them cases and catching l’s after what a how jump on a d-ck like a old mattress got the trap going ham we talking chef salad it’s rappers sell yae it ain’t no other way you playing with yo life you betta pay it safe recess with them guns we call it pistol play when n-ggas talk be hind you back and shoot you square up in yo face ycc i’m bout to eat so let us pray the day i write a statement good you can take my life away, ycc i’m bout to eat so let us pray the day i write a statement god you can take my life away
[verse 2]
bang bang cheif keef we listen to sosa really trapping hard yeah i keep that c0ka give me a brick if that white hoe and i’ll bend ha ova, i got bands in my pants the look like benny folgers, sign that deal first cl-ss on the way to miami, burberry everything and rocking fendi everybody whit ones boom true religion really be in lenox yea we sacks flipping designer everything cause we sack flipping smoke such yeah it got me tripping that i can’t even talk barely can even walk them diamonds shinning hard you see em in the dark, yeah i’m turnt up b-tch i’m flying so hard home run hitta just went out the park come jump in the water n-gga with the sharks you can’t been swim you get ate apart
[verse 3]
got it out the mud i was down and dirty grinding all year and you can’t get discourage, same att-tude like was on the corner, finessing with that sack i’ll put it on ya, burberry, true religion, louise, gucci, fendi, designer everything you know i’m in the bentley’s, she every dollar i ain’t spend a penny, partner did a million dollar turn on ya got up on the stand and he told one ya don’t depend on nan n-gga get you own homie, but watch how you talking on the phone homie, conspiracy will have you -ss gone homie
i know some real n-ggas took the feds to trial on my son o i’ll never ill lay it down, i know some real n-ggas took the feds to trial on my son i’ll never snitch know how to lay it down
[verse 4]
gucci belt on me hold my pants up young n-gga chsing ching check to get them bands up, aye we hot now go plug ya fan up like, hating -ss n-gga they can’t stand us. b-tch text my phone tryna set me up i stay with that chrome you can’t wet up
and plus say in the morning u say bet that up, and he drip it off and i’ma pick up. blowing checks man that ain’t sh-t to us, internet beefing we tryna get rich as f-ck
18 i drop ice but i switched it up fresh cut i’m feeling like million bucks smoking on loud got me high as f-ck walking through the crowd with my pistol tucked, smoking on loud got me high as f-ck walking through the crowd with my pistol tucked
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