
Check It Out whitexchocolate (Ft. KYLE)
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[Intro: whitexchocolate]
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-uh
Ha, little bitch, ayy you're a little bitch
Ayy, yeah, huh
[Verse 1: whitexchocolate]
Tall little bitch, check it out
If I put it in a little bit I stretch it out, yuh
This time last year I'm stressing out
But I came back strong, I will never let me down
I got shit to do, ayy, and that don't have shit to do with you
Bitch, you can mind your fucking business
If you could do that, that'd be cool, ayy
Really means a lot, I'd appreciate it
Know you like to watch even though you hate it
Even though you're basic
Even though you're wack as fuck, boy
Your momma ain't love you enough, boy
Every time you in the club, man it's just boys
Yeah, those aren't vibes, I'd rather die
Say you know I got hoes baby, I don't have to lie
Feel like I'm back in the trap with this strap on my lap
If [?] the pack, I'm not happy with that
Straight the fuck up, you can't have that shit back
Smoking the choke like a asthma attack
Broke as a joke, I'm not laughing at that
No hope for these hoes, I'm just tapping that ass (Yeah)
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-uh
Ha, little bitch, ayy you're a little bitch
Ayy, yeah, huh
[Verse 1: whitexchocolate]
Tall little bitch, check it out
If I put it in a little bit I stretch it out, yuh
This time last year I'm stressing out
But I came back strong, I will never let me down
I got shit to do, ayy, and that don't have shit to do with you
Bitch, you can mind your fucking business
If you could do that, that'd be cool, ayy
Really means a lot, I'd appreciate it
Know you like to watch even though you hate it
Even though you're basic
Even though you're wack as fuck, boy
Your momma ain't love you enough, boy
Every time you in the club, man it's just boys
Yeah, those aren't vibes, I'd rather die
Say you know I got hoes baby, I don't have to lie
Feel like I'm back in the trap with this strap on my lap
If [?] the pack, I'm not happy with that
Straight the fuck up, you can't have that shit back
Smoking the choke like a asthma attack
Broke as a joke, I'm not laughing at that
No hope for these hoes, I'm just tapping that ass (Yeah)
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