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Racin’ 2 Da Checc
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Bravo the Bagchaser
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KJS I know some people wanna see me in my grave, b*t*h They couldn't take me even if they tried today, b*t*h My dawg switched on me, that's a lame b*t*h My dawg switched on me, that's a lame b*t*h I wanna know if you gon' ride for a real one I wanna know if you gon' slide for a real one I wanna know if you gon' ride for a real one I wanna know if you gon' slide for a real one Sh*t changed but the block got me washed up Fell in love with a hoe, yeah you tossed up They started hatin' when they seen a youngin' boss up She ain't hit me when my bro got locked up Everybody wanna talk like they know me You the type to switch sides on your own team Everybody wanna talk like they know me You the type to switch sides on your homies All I'm tryna do for real is catch a deal, b*t*h Tryna bail my brother out but that's a mill, b*t*h And they switchin' up, so it's f**k lames All I know is I'ma make it out one way Aye, racin' to the check Drivin' with my stick Ridin' with my stick cause I don't feel safe I want an all-black Bentley with some all-black tint I ain't trippin' on these b*t*hes cause these b*t*hes ain't sh*t I got my foot on all these b*t*hes neck-necks Watch your b*t*h cause she gave me that neck-neck Break In Records on my body, that's a set-set And I only beat it up if it's wet-wet I done pa**ed for ten bands on the low (on the low) I done pa**ed for twenty bands on the low (on the low) I want an all-black Bentley with some all-black tint And I ain't trippin' on these b*t*hes cause these b*t*hes ain't sh*t And it's f**k 'em, I ain't trippin' if they upset I'm tryna run it up so f**k 'em if they upset On the real, I shoulda known you was gon' switch lanes I been out here in the jungle tryna maintain Goin' crazy out here, yellin' "Free the chain gang" And I ain't stoppin' 'til they f**kin' free the chain gang I'm in love with the money and it love me back Ever since I was a youngin' I been chasing bags Ever since I was a youngin' I been chasin' dough My big bro told me "Never, ever chase a hoe" I gotta eat, I refuse to keep my pockets low I gotta eat, I refuse to keep my pockets low Aye, racin' to the check Drivin' with my stick Ridin' with my stick cause I don't feel safe I want an all-black Bentley with some all-black tint And I ain't trippin' on these b*t*hes cause these b*t*hes ain't sh*t I got my foot on all these b*t*hes neck-necks Watch your b*t*h cause she gave me that neck-neck Break In Records on my body, that's a set-set And I only beat it up if it's wet-wet I done pa**ed for ten bands on the low (on the low) I done pa**ed for twenty bands on the low (on the low) I want an all-black Bentley with some all-black tint And I ain't trippin' on these b*t*hes cause these b*t*hes ain't sh*t, uh
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