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• Artiste: Lil Herb
• Titre: Runnin' Through A Check
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I pull up in that 'Rari whip Smoking on that Marley piff Got me on that cocky shit Like I'm fighting Rocky VI Flexing on 'em, diamonds dancing on my wrist VVS in my lobes, Forgiatos on the 'Vette 50 hollows in the tech Totin, smokin, popping bottles Brought some models for the set Bitch I'm running through a check Spent a car note on my neck Bitch I'm running through a check Spend them racks to make it back And then I'm running through the rest I remember being broke as fuck, now I'm out here smoking bus Riding with a bitch that eat the dick while I'm rolling up These city niggas know wassup, we hit the club they know its us Nina got my trues saggin, Louie V belt hold it up Smoking potent Sipping potion Remy stroking Henny holding Back up in the club, got them racks up in the club Thick bitches bending over let me crack up in the club If a nigga muggin at us we attack up in the club Boy dont act up in the club, we snuck that Mac up in the club You hear click clack up in the club, call for backup in the club I spent them stacks in VIP so they let me back up in the club Cus I'm the man and bitches brag about me to they other man Bout how I spazz in True Religion and hold stacks in rubberbands Breitling dancing on my right, Rolly on my other hand I be shining in the dark, like I'm shining in the light I'm seeing circles in the night from mixing purple with the sprite, lean I pull up in that 'Rari whip Smoking on that Marley piff Got me on that cocky shit Like I'm fighting Rocky VI Flexing on 'em, diamonds dancing on my wrist VVS in my lobes, Forgiatos on the 'Vette 50 hollows in the tech Totin, smokin, popping bottles Brought some models for the set Bitch I'm running through a check Spent a car note on my neck Bitch I'm running through a check Spend them racks to make it back And then I'm running through the rest I'm talking shit, thats cus I'mma talking brick All I rock is foreign shit, these niggas can't afford to get I hit the strip, all the hoes explode tryna lose they clothes Like the way my Trues sag, 300 on my Trues tag Ask me who the hottest out, I gave that ho a news flash Told her Lil Herb I'm the hottest bitch I got prada kicks when I shop and shit Always smoking tropic bitch, I done done it been thru a lot of drama Young niggas into cockin Llamas I'mma lil nigga with a lot of commas I ain't tryna brag I'm just being honest When I close my eyes all I see is hunnids Riding solo in the Beamer stuntin' Niggas hating but the bitches love it Shirt off with the bitch in public If a nigga muggin I'mma give him something Hit him up before he hear I'm coming Skeet off I ain't fearing nothing Ya girl want me cus she hear I'm stuntin Cashed out in the gear, its nothing Neck twenty and my ear a hunnid If ya bitch fucking I'mma get her busting Pacifer I'mma get her sucking Dick the only thing I'll give a woman I ain't got time for no date or lunches I won't be your husband, I can't even trust you I pull up in that 'Rari whip Smoking on that Marley piff Got me on that cocky shit Like I'm fighting Rocky VI Flexing on 'em, diamonds dancing on my wrist VVS in my lobes, Forgiatos on the 'Vette 50 hollows in the tech Totin, smokin, popping bottles Brought some models for the set Bitch I'm running through a check Spent a car note on my neck Bitch I'm running through a check Spend them racks to make it back And then I'm running through the rest