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Big Dusty

Joey Bada＄＄ Big Dusty - B4.DA.$$
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[Hook 1:]
Check my style,
check, check, check it out
Check my style,
check, check, check it out
(Check it out y'all, check,
check, check,
check it out y'all)
Check my style,
check, check, check it out
Check my style,
check, check, check it out
(Check it out y'all,
check, check, check,
check it out y'all)
Check my style,
check, check, check it out

[Verse 1:]
Fuck jumping the broom,
honey moons, I, I hit the pot
Soak me up like a mop,
Know I'm up, know there's levels
Staring down at the devil,
hello, guess I got the memo
Pulling strings like Geppetto,
you just a puppet, fellow
I came up out of the tomb,
don’t drop a L
Uh, you don't
want to see the evils,
which I dwell in hell
To excel, this shit
never fails, always excels
They been swallowing sons
before the double XL
Sex cell, ex ask
why it never work out
I guess I exercise too much
when I work out
Shows too turnt out
return home burnt out
Now I got to hear all the shit
that you heard 'bout
Can I live? What,
these niggas want me off a bridge?
If I say it's turnt down,
do I burn that shit?
Truth is, if it ain't real,
I don't feel it
If it don't hit my spirit,
I don't get near it
And that's point blank period,
know some niggas that fear it
Same niggas who know
that we the illest
Lines so deep a great
shark is what I reel up
Hit the flow and it can't go realer,
my whole camp gorillas, nigga

[Hook 2:]
(Check, check, check it out)
Check my style, check, check, check it out
Check my style, check, check, check it out
Check my style, check, check, check it out
Don't jack my style
Check my style, check, check, check it out
Check my style, check, check, check it out
Don't jack my style
Jack, jack, jack it out
(Check, check, it out)

[Verse 2:]
I stand juxtaposed to all
my Pro's, realest illest niggas I know
See these foes biting the flows,
they even jooks the pose
I guess my CD really shaking the coast
Cause this really be the year
that I feast, capisce?
Nothing defeats the beast,
I speak my piece
Know niggas in the streets
that heat seek for me,
release and squeeze
Might put a Halloween
between your spleen
Retreat or trickle down to
your last pound of green,
know what I mean?
Shit it's like taking
candy from the babies
All of these rappers are
just a bunch of Now and Laters
They too sweet, plus
they lease their Mercedes
Can't be second greatest,
I'm the best and def your favorite
My flow in-depth nigga,
I got my wave up
It's either get your tidal waved,
or you could be my neighbor
Cause if I can't eat,
then you can't either
I need to know, need the pizza
dough fuck I'm spitting ether for?

[Bridge:]
Yeah nigga
Reigning rap supreme in this bitch
Cause bitches lie
niggas lie numbers, too
Cause bitches lie
niggas lie numbers, too
Bitches lie niggas lie numbers, too
Bitches lie niggas lie numbers, too
What the fuck you gon' do
when the Era come for you?

[Hook 3 - x2:]
Check my style, check,
check, check it out
Check my style, check,
check, check it out
Check my style, check,
check, check it out
Check my style, check,
check, check it out
Don't jock my style

[Verse 3:]
And I'm from the
blocks where they sell
Cell blocks rock my mental
See them fake thugs
that you see
before can't even spell
My flows filled with words
you can't pronounce,
stories you can't tell

[Outro:]
Check my style, check,
check, check it out
Check my style, check,
check, check it out
(Check it out y'all, check,
check, check, check it out y'all)
Check my style, check,
check, check it out
Check my style, check,
check, check it out
(Check it out y'all, check,
check, check, check it out y'all)
Check my style, check,
check, check it out