Check Childish Major (Ft. Baby Tate)
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[Intro]
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
[Chorus: Childish Major]
Ayy, she want a big plate, rackies and dick dates (Dates)
Uh, I want a cheesecake, millions for me, say it for me (Say it)
She do what she say, talkin' 'bout, "Buy me a Birk' bag" (Buy me a Birk' bag)
It ain't even your birthday, you just out here thirsty (Thirsty)
Talkin' 'bout stunt, stunt (Stunt, stunt)
Yeah, ball, ball (Ball, ball)
Bitch, you ain't got your own bag (Own bag)
But on some fuck a nigga shit (Fuck a nigga shit)
Talkin' 'bout stunt, stunt (Stunt, stunt)
Yeah, ball, ball (Ball, ball)
Bitch, you ain't got your own bag (Own bag)
But on some fuck a nigga shit (Fuck a nigga shit)
[Post-Chorus: Childish Major]
I pull up with the stick, you stick out (Pull up with the stick, you stick out)
Talkin' 'bout, pull up with a check, I check out (Pull up with a check, I check out)
I pull up with the stick, you stick out (Pull up with the stick, you stick out)
Talkin' 'bout, pull up with a check, I check out (Pull up with a check, I check out)
[Verse 1: Childish Major]
Look, I'm tryna lay you down, ayy, what's flickin'? What's the vibe? Ayy
Thinkin' it was a lie, ayy, dickin' for the night
Fur so rich, you want a diamond, she just want it shinin'
Lеt me get alignment, plеase don't blow my high, bitch
She just want a big plate, bankin' on a mistake
Only give you a play if she recognize your mixtape
Thinking for myself, don't finesse, no, not this way
She just for herself, goin' that, goin' this way
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
[Chorus: Childish Major]
Ayy, she want a big plate, rackies and dick dates (Dates)
Uh, I want a cheesecake, millions for me, say it for me (Say it)
She do what she say, talkin' 'bout, "Buy me a Birk' bag" (Buy me a Birk' bag)
It ain't even your birthday, you just out here thirsty (Thirsty)
Talkin' 'bout stunt, stunt (Stunt, stunt)
Yeah, ball, ball (Ball, ball)
Bitch, you ain't got your own bag (Own bag)
But on some fuck a nigga shit (Fuck a nigga shit)
Talkin' 'bout stunt, stunt (Stunt, stunt)
Yeah, ball, ball (Ball, ball)
Bitch, you ain't got your own bag (Own bag)
But on some fuck a nigga shit (Fuck a nigga shit)
[Post-Chorus: Childish Major]
I pull up with the stick, you stick out (Pull up with the stick, you stick out)
Talkin' 'bout, pull up with a check, I check out (Pull up with a check, I check out)
I pull up with the stick, you stick out (Pull up with the stick, you stick out)
Talkin' 'bout, pull up with a check, I check out (Pull up with a check, I check out)
[Verse 1: Childish Major]
Look, I'm tryna lay you down, ayy, what's flickin'? What's the vibe? Ayy
Thinkin' it was a lie, ayy, dickin' for the night
Fur so rich, you want a diamond, she just want it shinin'
Lеt me get alignment, plеase don't blow my high, bitch
She just want a big plate, bankin' on a mistake
Only give you a play if she recognize your mixtape
Thinking for myself, don't finesse, no, not this way
She just for herself, goin' that, goin' this way
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