Checkin’ For Ya Starlito
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[Verse 1: Starlito]
Last seen ridin' clean with some dealer plates
Fuckin' up this rap money on lean, guns and real estate
Just got a Rolex watch, I had to take a link up out it
Take a drink, I'm drowsy
How much paper you think I'm countin'?
I just split a pound four ways to make a single thousand
My little round'll shoot you in the face...
Got a Rolex watch, I had to take a link up out it
Take a drink, I'm drowsy
How much paper you think I'm countin'?
I just split a pound four ways to make a single thousand
My little round'll shoot you in the face and he ain't gon' think about it, whoa
I'm tryin' to stop the violence
I'm buyin' a Glock with a silence
You cheap and your vehicle's leased, you tryin' to watch the mileage
I'm countin' this fettucine, thinkin' "why was I in college?"
A lot of niggas dissed me that I'll probably not acknowledge
We got homicidal hobbies
Got no problem catchin' bodies
I keep riders all around me
They just wanna see me prosper
All my shows like choir rehearsal, I'm here to preach the gospel
All my hoes be lyin', they worrisome
All I know is grind, keep workin'
Last seen ridin' clean with some dealer plates
Fuckin' up this rap money on lean, guns and real estate
Just got a Rolex watch, I had to take a link up out it
Take a drink, I'm drowsy
How much paper you think I'm countin'?
I just split a pound four ways to make a single thousand
My little round'll shoot you in the face...
Got a Rolex watch, I had to take a link up out it
Take a drink, I'm drowsy
How much paper you think I'm countin'?
I just split a pound four ways to make a single thousand
My little round'll shoot you in the face and he ain't gon' think about it, whoa
I'm tryin' to stop the violence
I'm buyin' a Glock with a silence
You cheap and your vehicle's leased, you tryin' to watch the mileage
I'm countin' this fettucine, thinkin' "why was I in college?"
A lot of niggas dissed me that I'll probably not acknowledge
We got homicidal hobbies
Got no problem catchin' bodies
I keep riders all around me
They just wanna see me prosper
All my shows like choir rehearsal, I'm here to preach the gospel
All my hoes be lyin', they worrisome
All I know is grind, keep workin'
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