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Check Freestyle Video (MV)




Performed By: Dom Jonez
Language: English
Length: 2:07
Written by: Dominique Jones




Dom Jonez - Check Freestyle Lyrics




Don't cross me cross ya Ts dot ya eyes
No I'm not man not ya friend not ya guy
She gon Joe me like dirt bend it ova touch earth
Back to the work ima push it like birth
U can catch these waves check the leopard ona shades
U gon catch these wave got a thousand different lays
U can catch these waves he ain't really catchin plays check to check was settin plays
Checkers checked across my chess like I'm board wit the flavas
Ya whore like the flavas
Don't war for no whore cuz u got meet ya maker
Goin to Jamaica export all the flavors
Extort all ya shooters Im bull wit the paper
Niggas kno that im Hot like box and i be drawn when i get in my bag
And my bitch talkin bout this new gucci
So I gotta get one to match
I told bro bro get his elbow now he velcro bitch he strapped
And all I really gotta do is ask Thats a new beam and anew tag
Its a pole thats a new flag I aint goin back lets its to the bank
I might walk down no mask, I ain't got even blink
Lil shorty don't smoke, she be like that stink
U gon catch this fade or catch this fade
If I come through a check was made
Check, check, Check Me Out
Niggas know I never played
Got a lot of records made
Got a lot of records played
Nigga check the resume
Check check check away
Niggas is fake fugaze
U get creased new jays
Smoke in the air bouquet
New buses down blueface
Its all off top toupee
Its all off top toupee

Check, y'all niggas not f*ckin with me for real for real if you wanna keep it a bean
For real for real for real like I don't really got no rap and all that you already know how that shit go
Check!
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Don't cross me cross ya Ts dot ya eyes
No I'm not man not ya friend not ya guy
She gon Joe me like dirt bend it ova touch earth
Back to the work ima push it like birth
U can catch these waves check the leopard ona shades
U gon catch these wave got a thousand different lays
U can catch these waves he ain't really catchin plays check to check was settin plays
Checkers checked across my chess like I'm board wit the flavas
Ya whore like the flavas
Don't war for no whore cuz u got meet ya maker
Goin to Jamaica export all the flavors
Extort all ya shooters Im bull wit the paper
Niggas kno that im Hot like box and i be drawn when i get in my bag
And my bitch talkin bout this new gucci
So I gotta get one to match
I told bro bro get his elbow now he velcro bitch he strapped
And all I really gotta do is ask Thats a new beam and anew tag
Its a pole thats a new flag I aint goin back lets its to the bank
I might walk down no mask, I ain't got even blink
Lil shorty don't smoke, she be like that stink
U gon catch this fade or catch this fade
If I come through a check was made
Check, check, Check Me Out
Niggas know I never played
Got a lot of records made
Got a lot of records played
Nigga check the resume
Check check check away
Niggas is fake fugaze
U get creased new jays
Smoke in the air bouquet
New buses down blueface
Its all off top toupee
Its all off top toupee

Check, y'all niggas not f*ckin with me for real for real if you wanna keep it a bean
For real for real for real like I don't really got no rap and all that you already know how that shit go
Check!
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Writer: Dominique Jones
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