ROUGH 7

Lyrics

Check, check, check
 Check, check
 Check, will you turn the beat up?
 Brr
 Oh, mmm, check, check, could you turn my vocals up?
 Yeah, mmm, mmm
 Brr
 How could you not know?
 What you meant to me
 You and me are gonna be a bit
 Know you laughin' away with friends
 I'll be up in a minute
 Brr, brr, brr (Thank you, thank you)
 Thank you, fuck you (Brr)
 Fuck you (Brr), fuck you
 Fuck you, fuck you
 Fuck you, thank you (Brrat, brrat, brr)
 I think I'm insane, do you love me?
 I think I just came, do you trust me?
 When I stare hard, you get ugly
 I just look away at the money
 I don't come from money but they say I look expensive
 He lay me on the table with a bag 'cause I'm his pension
 If you with me, won't go hungry (Uh-uh)
 If you ain't me, call me mommy
 Fuckin' with the ghost in my body
 Pray to the pussy like, "Haunt me"
 Stretch marks on my skull, I wasn't made for me at all
 Cut me open with your jaw, lick the writing on the wall
 I got a fat mouth, no collagen
 I got a fat cat (Brrt) and my throat infinite (Brrt)
 (Hey) He want a picture with Tommy
 Save that shit like JPEG
 She wanna know who's Mommy?
 Blood pact, wolf pack, hashtag
 She put a gun to my halo
 I talk to God and He calls me emo
 He put a tongue to my halo
 I talk to God and she calls me emo
 You know, you know (Woah-ho-ho-ho, ha, ha)
 Get up, get up
 Stay up, get up, get back, we know
 Got it, then I say no, say no
 You think you know me
 Look (Yeah)
 Some of my friends got big dreams (Yeah)
 Some of my friends tote big beams (Beams)
 None of your friends get no cream (Brr)
 These niggas look blank, got no theme (Brr)
 Just got a new MAC, that's fifteen (Yeah)
 Young bald head nigga, I'm Mr. Clean
 Caught a nigga off guard like Pistol Pete (Wow)
 Line a square nigga up like Billie Jean (Damn, Peggy)
 Just got a new grill, but I can't eat (Huh)
 But I gotta feed my motherfuckin' family
 Gotta make it to the top and get a GRAMMY (Gotta get it)
 But I be playin' with the drums like a band geek (Nasty)
 Bitch nigga, don't make me aggy
 Dome shot, now you look like Cassie (Brrt)
 Skinny nigga, but I'm built like a athlete (Wow)
 AR same colors as khakis
 You my sons but I don't be the pappy
 Stop wastin' my time (Uh)
 These niggas done ran outta line (Yeah)
 I'm strapped but I'm ready to die (Okay)
 I feel like a thot when I cry (Huh)
 I feel like a God when I rhyme (Huh)
 I can't believe that he ain't signed (God)
 Why?
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 No, the other
 And if it doesn't fit me I'll give it back to you
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:44
Key
9
Tempo
124 BPM

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