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Kid Ink - Before The Checks feat Casey Veggies [Audio]
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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Kid Ink
Kid Ink
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Casey Veggies
Casey Veggies
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KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Brian Todd Collins
Brian Todd Collins
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Shane Lindstrom
Shane Lindstrom
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Tim Gomringer
Tim Gomringer
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Kevin Gomringer
Kevin Gomringer
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Casey Jones
Casey Jones
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PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Murda Beatz
Murda Beatz
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Cubeatz
Cubeatz
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Lyrics

[Hook: Kid Ink] Aw yeah Way before the checks it was cash and all The same bitch you lovin' I was passin' on You don't really know about my past when I Ain't really know how to keep it rational Full tank nigga you ain't gotta gas me up They be trippin' I just roll a blunt and ash shit off You don't really know about my past when I Ain't really know how to keep it rational ì Yeah, yeah I can really give a fuck less I know she throwin' pussy, but I told her I get enough sex Money coming in I could never get enough checks Wake up to the dough everyday just like it's breakfast Check it off my checklist, girl no cuffin or no extra's Baby I just make it work out, I ain't with the flexin' Finish with my school day so don't you try to test me Girl that ass super fat like you straight from Texas Kid Ink and Young Veggies might just fuck your main bitch Just sent her back to ya I ain't tryna smash the same chick Pinky ring blinging, 'bout to get the custom chain hit I'm a fly nigga, yeah the type she wanna hang with Way before the checks it was cash and all The same bitch you lovin' I was passin' on You don't really know about my past when I Ain't really know how to keep it rational Full tank nigga you ain't gotta gas me up They be trippin' I just roll a blunt and ash shit off You don't really know about my past when I Ain't really know how to keep it rational My first memories was 6 years old 1514 Orange Grove Apartment with the roaches By the time that I was 5 daddy was locked and gone And the only thing he taught me "Feds is always on the phone listening" 13 when I started slippin' up at school 15 smokin', drinkin', fuckin', gettin' tattoos That's the road to follow when it ain't no role models Young hardhead niggas with a hard pill to swallow I been at this shit for weeks, bangin' on this in MPC Turn my closet to a booth, Nike boxes on the speaker You know what I'm representing every time you hear me speaking LA been my city since I mixed that ramen with the seasoning Way before the checks it was cash and all The same bitch you lovin' I was passin' on You don't really know about my past when I Ain't really know how to keep it rational Full tank nigga you ain't gotta gas me up They be trippin' I just roll a blunt and ash shit off You don't really know about my past when I Ain't really know how to keep it rational Aw yeah Aw yeah Aw yeah Aw yeah-eah Aw yeah Aw yeah Aw yeah Aw yeah-eah Aw yeah You don't really know about my past when I You don't really know about Aw You don't really know about my past you know You don't really know about the past when we Did shit that you wouldn't believe
Writer(s): Casey Jones, Kevin Gomringer, Brian Todd Collins, Shane Lindstrom, Tim Gomringer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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