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lirik lagu ak bandamont - checkmate

[chorus]
yeah, game over, n~gga, checkmate
sn~tch the panties off a new range rover, that’s a s~xtape
you ever seen a fiend od, had a hangover when you pressed 8?
i hear your mama cryin’ her soul out, she heard you caught a case
d~mn, this sh~t was h~ll, but then we caught a break
just left girly ot, you should’ve saw her face
i just blessed her on the food, you should’ve saw her plate
brodie pulled up in a h~llcat strikеr, sh~t, we oughta race

[verse]
i just told this b~tch i’m gone, shе made a stupid face
man, you in love, don’t intertwine and don’t accumulate
to me this b~tch done died lookin’ in my eyes, we can’t communicate
she think i f~cked her friend, she wished death on me, she assumin’ things
i just popped the lil’ perc 30s, now i’m seein’ things
a n~gga crossed that line, i let off shots, i wanna see his brains
this b~tch just walked up on me trippin’, she wanna see the chain
an ape head, i love the base heads, who wanna see the ‘caine?
b~tch, come and get it from me
can’t spend it all on you pot b~tches, i’m really gettin’ money
i’ve been on the block all week, lil’ girly said she want attention from me
and cuz two one in the head and watched them n~ggas ’cause they lookin’ funny
i put most of my pape’ off the trap, i got crooked money
oh, and if you tryna come learn somethin’, get a booklet from me
dog would slash a twenty in the party, so he took it from him
tell cuz throw me a brick, and watch this, “i’m finna cook it for you”
the opps be outside scary than a b~tch like they ain’t stood in public
i’m finna shoot to granny house, i’m with my lil’ cousin
just wash your hands and throw an apr~n on, we finna cook a m~ffin
this b~tch harass, said meet me in the trap, we did a lil’ f~ckin’
i ain’t never took my strap to the gun range, but i will bust it
yeah, i’m a good aimer
all my hoes thick and fine as sh~t, i got good flavor
when i was a kid they asked me what i wanna be, i said, “hood mayor”
b~tch, i ain’t gotta answer to n0body, i got hood paper
b~tch made a daddy life for strippin’, she a good shaker
this an f&n with thirty shots, it got a real laser
i try to give her dog and fetty wap, but she a pill taker
b~tch, when i make it big, i need a crib, i’m talkin’ real acre
somethin’ gotta happen
and this ain’t for everybody, somebody gotta wrap it
i’m tryna sell this last brick, somebody gotta grab it
i got a hundred shots inside my chop, somebody gotta have it
i’m finna let ’em have it
bro been robbin’ n~ggas all week, he fell in love with gadget
i said, “f~ck school”, i’m just tryna get some cheese, so i was failin’ classes
and i listen when they speak, so i’m above the average
i stood tall, the people want me off my feet, they tried a bunch of tactics
i was goin’ off, coach threw me in the game, but i had no practice
hmm, why this n~gga say somethin’ sick? he got his nose shattered
you n~ggas in the bottom tier, y’all ain’t got no bracket
hmm, i’m in the crib countin’ up pape’, i’m just alone rappin’
[chorus]
yeah, game over, n~gga, checkmate
sn~tch the panties off a new range rover, that’s a s~xtape
you ever seen a fiend od, had a hangover when you pressed 8?
i hear your mama cryin’ her soul out, she heard you caught a case
d~mn, this sh~t was h~ll, but then we caught a break
just left girly ot, you should’ve saw her face
i just blessed her on the food, you should’ve saw her plate
brodie pulled up in a h~llcat striker, sh~t, we oughta race

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