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Young Buck( David Darnell Brown )
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Runnin That Check Up
Lego Rapped up I got Benz on me Benz Benz on me Rapped up I got Benz on me I got Benz on me, Ice over my niggas, I got cigarettes over my chick I got bottles all in my section, This cash feelin we flexin, ball. Im still touching that white girl All of my hoes just like girls, Walking through the club like a might earl Miley Cyrus this my world, 50 hundreds for this Bobby Jeans, 45 hundreds for this time degree yes, Two chains gave me this pain to lean Versace shades you know what I see I got a gun homie, I aint even roll yet, A cope that I mean drove yet, Louies hatin even in the stove yet, I bet you broke niggas than you know that I read up, I aint never runnin out Im wrecked up, I aint never serving yall Get money, I aint never gone without, what? So tell me why I dont deserve the ball? Im just runnin that check up Im just runnin that check up Im just runnin that check up Im just runnin that check up Coming through the Benz like this, Coming through the Benz like this Coming through the Benz like this Im just runnin that check up. Im still keepin that foldie on me, F*ck it fast cause I know you want me, 36 Os I hold it on me, We think we the shit, I know that dont wr Gucci bag hangin on my bitch on, Your bitch shit fin to get palm, My bitch rich and I whip hard, Look at my wrist I got a brick on, I got time for him and I aint even roll yet Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com A condom I aint even go yet, And mention I aint even show that And guess you wanna know where your hoe at My niggas got rich while I locked up true, And big homie, guaked up, guaked up, All of the soft got wacked up, Put benz on my hand when I popped up Im just runnin that check up Im just runnin that check up Im just runnin that check up Im just runnin that check up Coming through the Benz like this, Coming through the Benz like this Coming through the Benz like this Im just runnin that check up. Im wise here Ima build up Spend bout twelve bout my left nigga And for my enemy . f*ck em Bear it out, whatever left up. Got white reminix in the pimps we ball College bitch, shit the next of model Pall all night Ima wrist the model Your baby mama shit, the next to swallow, Get on me, no yet, a pound to kush and I aint blow yet, And the next bar I aint sold yet, Tryin to find the house, while I can grow at cause aces spray no more at, bout the fire this picture where the door hang, Hey picture me ballin and its a cold that, Tryin to find the script club and throw that bar. Im just runnin that check up Im just runnin that check up Im just runnin that check up Im just runnin that check up Coming through the Benz like this, Coming through the Benz like this Coming through the Benz like this Im just runnin that check up.
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