Nasty C - Check ft Eric Rush Lyrics
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Break your fucking neck, when you see the check
Break your fucking neck, when you see the check, check
Break your fucking neck, when you see the check
Break your fucking neck, when you see the check, check
verse 1 [Nasty C]
I know I'm jiggy, I put it before jigga
I got he country asking if I'm working for Jigga
My life ain't been the same since the season before
'Cause I turned into gold bitch and I owe it to no nigga
My business stay under cover like
My bitches stay under covers and play with the scrotum
My bottom row is made of gold and your hoe is a gold digger
My first song was Get Gone now I'm a go-getter
Which one of you has-beens got some advice to give
They just point me to wherever dumb and dumber live
If I made 'em hate me now word is I'mma get killed
I heard so-and-so just made it out of one-hit-wonder-ville
Which one of you kids wanna fuck with my pocket plans
New niggas hate me 'cause I turned their pops into fans
Old niggas hate me 'cause their baby mammas got snapped
And I'm known
I went from having "loser" written on my forehead
To losing sleep and having bitches on their four legs
To only wearing shit if it's imported
To only smiling back if you important
Connect the dots, I'm connecting flights in Paris
And now it's like we living on the planes
And then I flew my nigga out to Spain
Google dictionary heavy just to tell the girls our names
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verse 2 [Eric Rush]
I bust a rhyme and make you break your fucking neck
Niggas cuffing dimes, only thing I cuff is a check
Ask the people who got it
They'll tell you straight up that I'm next
You tried to play a pauper, only just played yourself
Congratulations, you could have been only half as basic
I know I lack patience but still the masses await me
I know I try to pace it but look how fast she got naked
I mean, I been magic since they had my
Lord look how you made me
How can one be this wavy
now when they debate about the best
You know they say me
They hire me on spot, I never needed any training
Then I met Nasty C and we both started heavy-weighting
Man, check out the muscles, instrumentals get tussled
Pounding on these beats 'til I get bruises on my knuckles
I'm that one ? who's up to what niggas don't know
Doing it for my city my YG niggas don't know
I was trapping, hittin licks 'til early morning
Losing sleeps and having bitches on their four legs
Puffing loud but only if the spliff is potent
But now I hit the spliff to get the hits in motion
Moving to Durban I connect the flights in Paris
My parents always asking 'bout my plans
I'm 'bout to fly my nigga out here just to see what changed
But I swear in prolly 'bout a week or two I'll go insane
Make or break, it's fuck it
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