Cheque Lowkks - L.H.C. (Lazy, Hazy, Crazy)

CDG
Yuhhhhhhhhhhh
Never call me broke
You can never call me lazy
Fat as fuck
Bitches still want my babies
Sicker than some rabies
Nobody can save me
Mind gone hazy
Brain gone crazy
Never call me broke
You can never call me lazy
Fat as fuck
Bitches still want my babies
Sicker than some rabies
Nobody can save me
Mind gone hazy
Brain gone crazy
Coupe racing
My dick they chasing
Hoes stay faking
I'm Bringing home the bacon
Hole in ya mask like yo name be jason
Whole lotta weed in my glass jar mason
Raised in a slum
What do i become
Only chance of living was depicted close to none
I Got a gun to my past
Tryna pick up on this cash
Kuz the time is moving fast
I don't know if it's gone last
On the run On the run
Running to the money like a junkie to the drugs
Shit i ran so hard i collapsed my lungs
So perhaps when i'm done
I no longer gotta run
Lethal Jack shit like Repo
Drive by Regal
I'm so evil
In yo house like my name Home Depot
Static like an eel
Harder than the steel
All night
Off White
Bright to light
Got me blurry with the sight
Vampire when I bite
Cuz I'm dirty when I fight
Take flight
Getting higher than a kite
Like a flame I ignite
I ain't never do it wrong
Every bar in every song
Boy i'm banging like a Gong
From the Dust until the Dawn
Old bread going stale like a fucking crouton
Spreading Grey Poupon
Save it like a coupon
Sales blowing up counting money on my futon
Gold like a Yukon
Jimmy like i'm Neutron
Gunpowder Dupont
Time to put my Boots on Boots on Boots on
Time to put my Boots on
Never call me broke
You can never call me lazy
Fat as fuck
Bitches still want my babies
Sicker than some rabies
Nobody can save me
Mind gone hazy
Brain gone crazy
Never call me broke
You can never call me lazy
Fat as fuck
Bitches still want my babies
Sicker than some rabies
Nobody can save me
Mind gone hazy
Brain gone crazy
I'm a product of the system
Middle finger up ion ever really listen
All about the Bill like my last name Clinton
Ask me what my job is
Bitch I'm flipping
Wassup with the questions
Why the fuck you tripping
Millimeter on my waist
What the fuck i'm gripping
Waising no time
To the money like a pimp bitch
Put em on they knees like a prayer from a Christian
Born in the Nineties
Shit get real slimy
All of the dawgs that's behind me is grimy
All of these labels they been tryna sign me
Upper County San Diego if you really wanna find me
Talking that shit you know we could knuckle up then
I ain't saying nothing
Show up at your function
Just to cause destruction
Lyrical obstruction
This an introduction
To that CDG production
Never call me broke
You can never call me lazy
Fat as fuck
Bitches still want my babies
Sicker than some rabies
Nobody can save me
Mind gone hazy
Brain gone crazy
Never call me broke
You can never call me lazy
Fat as fuck
Bitches still want my babies
Sicker than some rabies
Nobody can save me
Mind gone hazy
Brain gone crazy
Yeaaaaaaa
You know I'm fat as fuck so back it up
Talking heavy duty like a truck
No fucks
Middle fingers up
Cheque Lowkks coming at you once again
So you better tell ya friends
Aye aye aye aye aye aye

Written by:
Esequiel Ramirez

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