Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Son


Interface


Niveau de difficulté


Accent



langue de l'interface

fr

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Politique de cookies   |   Soutien   |   FAQ
1
s'inscrire / se connecter
Lyrkit

faire un don

5$

Lyrkit

faire un don

10$

Lyrkit

faire un don

20$

Lyrkit

Et/Ou soutenez-moi sur les réseaux sociaux. réseaux:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Warhol.SS

Checks

 

Checks


We got checks
Checks, checks, checks
(Run that shit up Squill)
Yeah, yeah

Walking through the spot with foreign fabric and them diamonds on my neck
I press that peddle and that caddy get to swerving, damn near wrecked
It's like I sneezed and caught this feeling, mama told me, "Boy, you blessed"
I ain't no bitch, and see, I never held my tongue
We got checks, checks, checks, checks
Bitch, I got my recipe, I whip it with my left, ayy
It ain't no more posting on the block for you lil' niggas
Most these niggas bitches, I can tell it through they pictures

Real nigga, I'm a playmaker, don't need Instagram
Show me your true colors then I seen it, niggas super lame
Oh, he think he Superman, fire him down with God's hand
Put that bitch on molly now she screaming out them vibes in
Coast to coast, nigga, I'm connected like Verizon
Wavy nigga, see me walking up, like that tight end
Young nigga, I was going crazy on my crime binge
Really nigga, see me coast to coast, bitch, I'm tied in
Clearport, hopping on that jet, now we rising
Bitch nigga talking 'bout he getting money, nigga, lie again
Riding low, cruising something tinted, like five percent
Gang out, foreigns back to back, better hide your bitch

Walking through the spot with foreign fabric and them diamonds on my neck
I press that peddle and that caddy get to swerving, damn near wrecked
It's like I sneezed and caught this feeling, mama told me, "Boy, you blessed"
I ain't no bitch, and see, I never held my tongue
We got checks, checks, checks, checks
Bitch, I got my recipe, I whip it with my left, ayy
It ain't no more posting on the block for you lil' niggas
Most these niggas bitches, I can tell it through they pictures

fait

Avez-vous ajouté tous les mots inconnus de cette chanson ?