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lirik lagu here we come – mr. cheeks

me and the mic, we hang out, like me and lou do
you don’t let me let me and my crew through
you’ll basically take a walk in my shoes
i roll with mad [?] cuz we smash out crews, n*gga
i keep the dro and henny, raps i got plenty
i got the sauce, f*ck an award cuz i don’t need any
i got the streets with me, that’s all a fella need
i’m out of town with mad dolla and we burning h*lla weed
sitting on twenties, [?]
i’d rather be up in this mix instead of chicks complaining
rich man, nike sign, yankee fitted on
“6 minutes until you perform, cheeks, lets get it on”
my sh*t bang, we get the money like monopoly
you either roll or bouncе, sh*t, n0body stopping me
i smoke 50 dollar blunts, mother f*ck thе [?]
the n*gga cheeks now on the scene to give em what they need

went to an escalade, n*gga, a drop*top, n*gga
a real fly n*gga, an iced*out n*gga, with some real slum n*ggas
some dirty gun n*ggas, some drug run n*ggas
some “here we come” n*ggas
i got my pedicure b*tches, my manicure b*tches
my whip*pushing b*tches, my no kiss b*tches
my clothes*stealing b*tches, my [?] peeling b*tches
my [?] b*tches, some more k!lling business

my cell’s ringing, hi, chick’s up on the other end
gnv, the best that’s ever done it, heard to brother blend
shout out jamaica, queens
n*ggas you can tell it from the way i get down and my getup
and you smell it
chronic in the air, yeah, that n*gga cheeks burning
blowing off them instrumentals on them techniques turning
cologne smelling good, jewelry flashing
pop them os, make the hennessey, we keep it ghetto fashion
love my music bumping, love the running something
love it, getting paid just to keep the party jumping
you know the situations, n*ggas, they be fronting hard
i steps all up into they sessions, it ain’t nothing, god
hide behind they videos, n*ggas talking trash
when they see me and my team, them crowds be walking fast
best to keep it moving cuz it’s official here
i got my n*ggas on the low but keep my pistol near

whatchu, an empty*gun n*gga? a real bum n*gga?
a first to run n*gga? so where you from, n*gga?
we just stay here, n*gga, we play here, n*gga
them ak n*ggas, so make way, n*gga
where my train*taking b*tches? money*making b*tches?
them no playing b*tches? them what you saying b*tches?
my gun*toting b*tches, my no joking b*tches
my weed*smoking b*tches for those stuck in b*tches

i’m talking the late night creeps, the black and white jeeps
cousin, pass the mic to me, i better hype the peeps
see n*ggas know me from way back when
lb, yg, fox fam, top 10
we doing bigger gigs, we buying bigger cribs
it’s the way us n*ggas live, acting like bigger kids
wifey hold me down, plus she push the s*pound
i’m getting money from this game that i finesse, clown

all my n*ggas drink a lot, smoke a lot, f*ck a lot
all my b*tches drink a lot, smoke a lot, f*ck a lot

- mr cheeks

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