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Uh-huh, uh Check I say fee-fi-fo-fum I go dumb like a skinny blonde with big titties and no bum Or big titties and big ass with no brain And an OnlyFans link in her bio with no shame At least she getting money when they click the Linktree But I don't spend no money when I tell her link me I DM about some shit I don't care about And if she do reply I get her number and start talking freaky Look, a broke bitch ain't got shit on me A urinal, don't you ever try to shit on me A funeral gon' come after that Don't forget that I rap rap No, for real, I'm wrapping bodies literally That ain't a figure of speech Used to live on Figueroa Street before my figures hit five, six, and seven Four was me, foe still is me Bitch, I'm your biggest enemy Foe, get it? Weak In a week, y'all barely passin' three I say, "Who's that knocking at the door?" It was just a customer tryna' cop an O Now your favorite rapper on my dick, coppin' flows Letras de cancionesI can't open up, 'cause I stick to the dough Unless you got a check Check, check Check, check Check, check Check, check Glock on my right? Yup Bad bitch (Yup) I sleep like a baby with these things around my bed Daydream on a date, she's like, "What's inside your head?" I point to the waiter, and I tell her ass, "Check!" I ain't got no time to be broke You send a song and I don't know you, send it back with a quote See, where I'm from, we tell the truth, unless this shit under oath And, yes, she see that I'm the truth, that's why she doing the most But I will never elope I'm sorta' married to dough And if she don't know how to bake, then baby girl got to go And I ain't bringing in no babies until my figures is eight And I'm retiring at forty, disappear with no trace I stay ahead of the race And stay away from the flakes And stay away from the Jakes And stay away from the hate Although they been around lately, stay away from the fakes 'Cause if I got a problem with you, say it straight to your face "Who's that knocking at the door?" It was just a customer tryna' cop an O Now your favorite rapper on my dick, coppin' flows I can't open up, 'cause I stick to the dough Unless you got a check Check, check Check, check Check, check Check, check From Letras Mania