Correction Lyrics Check by Yamine

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Lyrics

(Intro: Yamine)
Check, yeah, check, yeah, check, yeah check

(Hook: Tyson)
Let me just check (yeah hoe)
Got a couple hunnits in my bag (you know it)
Got a couple millions in my bank (No Cap)
Making all this money, is ain’t no thang (ain’t no thang n***a)
Yeah, I just checked my balance (check it)
Status I'm rich (Yeah, rich yeah)
I just checked my watch it do not tick (do not tick yeah)
Do me wrong your friends gon' wonder where you is (where you at?)
I just tell em' that I got a lotta hits (shoot that n***a)
Mean I never do miss and my n***as don't miss (yeah hoe)

(Verse 1: Yamine)
I don’t miss, or kiss no ass (never)
I will drop the bag, getting bank poppin tags (yeah hoe)
Ain’t nobody on my level I’m first never last (you know it)
Let a n***a laugh, he gone end up in the grass [gunshots]
If you talk trash, you meet brass, get harrassed and killed fast [gunshots]
12 years in I’m an OG I start the wave
And bring in hits
Every single day (ok)
Summer Pave- ment
Is what I meant when this track hits your brain
Let me refrain, cuz your IQ is low gain
HZ up to 4K and your ears poppin Uzi Slang (yeah)
Now you get what I say?
All my songs make the top charts anyways

(Hook: Tyson)
Let me just check (yeah hoe)
Got a couple hunnits in my bag (you know it)
Got a couple millions in my bank (No Cap)
Making all this money, is ain’t no thang (ain’t no thang n***a)
Yeah, I just checked my balance (check it)
Status I'm rich (Yeah, rich yeah)
I just checked my watch it do not tick (do not tick yeah)
Do me wrong your friends gon' wonder where you is (where you at?)
I just tell em' that I got a lotta hits (shoot that n***a)
Mean I never do miss and my n***as don't miss (yeah hoe)

(Verse 2: Yamine)
Police never do sh*t- but kill a n***a
Get away free getting cash drillin n***as
“Homie in a casket” b*t*h n***a
Let me call a hit so you can be dismissed n***a
Cases never solved but resolved in a flash
If a cracker did you wrong then he get’s the laugh
How long will this last
Till another Civil War breaks out it’s sick
Where do I fit in? I’m just mixed
All these race cards needs to quit
On the highway 90 miles and he won’t stop
Got out running, by the law, says get popped
Lil crooked cop and he tazed him
1805 he would’ve slaved him

(Hook: Tyson)
Let me just check (yeah hoe)
Got a couple hunnits in my bag (you know it)
Got a couple millions in my bank (No Cap)
Making all this money, is ain’t no thang (ain’t no thang n***a)
Yeah, I just checked my balance (check it)
Status I'm rich (Yeah, rich yeah)
I just checked my watch it do not tick (do not tick yeah)
Do me wrong your friends gon' wonder where you is (where you at?)
I just tell em' that I got a lotta hits (shoot that n***a)
Mean I never do miss and my n***as don't miss (yeah hoe)

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