Checkmate
You should check your mate
You should check your mate
Move a queen, I'm a king
Hm, checkmate
Move a bag, skip a tag
Hm, checkmate
I'm the gas, you some ass
Hm, checkmate
Game of track, running laps
Hm, checkmate
Posted with your mom, let me slip 'n' slide
Fuck the pros and cons, I'm an apple pie
You should check your mate
(You should check your mate)
You should check your mate
(You should check your mate)
You should check your mate
(You should check your mate)
You should check your mate
(You should check your mate)
Wait, got her bouncing on the castle
And the booty's quite a hassle
I'm the Hoff, like please don't hassle
Wait, and them diamonds on me dazzle
And the wrist so fruity frazzle
I'ma dabble, I'ma dabble
What about staying clean
I ain't no fiend, now fuck a bean, yuh
What about Nicotine or purple lean
Don't need a darker cup
What about Xannie bars or fancy cars
Yeah, this baby give no fuck
What about tests and shit, I'm failing shit
Yeah, that shit just my luck
What about girls and cuff that silly stuff
Wait, I don't own a truck
What about designer clothes from Mexico
My wardrobe looking tough
What about sugar spice
Everything nice, I'm a PowerPuff
Blowing up, girlie tryna say wassup, huh?
So I'm big in China, did some shows in China
Know some Mandarin
Baby's diamonds shining
Kinda blinding like Jack Nicholson
Crazy on these beats, I killed this beat
Put me in a loony bin
I ain't about that action but
I know about tropomyosin
Move a queen, I'm a king
Hm, checkmate
Move a bag, skip a tag
Hm, checkmate
I'm the gas, you some ass
Hm, checkmate
Game of track running laps
Hm, checkmate
Posted with your mom, let me slip 'n' slide
Fuck the pros and cons, I'm an apple pie
You should check your mate
(You should check your mate)
You should check your mate
(You should check your mate)
You should check your mate
(You should check your mate)
You should check your mate
(You should check your mate)
Hell to the no no, fuck 'em if they so so
I could slay a fat old coochie pro bono
I been lookin' real, real boogie in this rojo
Tryna get this body lookin' like I own a dojo
Bounce it like a pogo
Spin it like a yo-yo
We could make it whip
And I can hit ya with the froyo
We could make it dip
Or you can shake it like it's gogo
Sippin Acapulco, while huntin Ogopogo
Bounce, you nasty, yuh yuh, you nasty
Bounce, you nasty, yuh yuh, you nasty
Bounce, you nasty, yuh yuh, you nasty
Bounce, you nasty, yuh yuh, you nasty
Oh lord, you got ass, baby
Oh lord, you got ass, baby
Yuh yuh yuh
Move a queen, I'm a king
Hm, checkmate
Move a bag, skip a tag
Hm, checkmate
I'm the gas, you some ass
Hm, checkmate
Game of track running laps
Hm, checkmate
Posted with your mom, let me slip 'n' slide
Fuck the pros and cons, I'm an apple pie
You should check your mate
(You should check your mate)
You should check your mate
(You should check your mate)
You should check your mate
(You should check your mate)
You should check your mate
(You should check your mate)
You should check your mate
(You should check your mate)
You should check your mate
(You should check your mate)
You should check your mate
(You should check your mate)
You should check your mate
(You should check your mate)
You should check your mate
Move a queen, I'm a king
Hm, checkmate
Move a bag, skip a tag
Hm, checkmate
I'm the gas, you some ass
Hm, checkmate
Game of track, running laps
Hm, checkmate
Posted with your mom, let me slip 'n' slide
Fuck the pros and cons, I'm an apple pie
You should check your mate
(You should check your mate)
You should check your mate
(You should check your mate)
You should check your mate
(You should check your mate)
You should check your mate
(You should check your mate)
Wait, got her bouncing on the castle
And the booty's quite a hassle
I'm the Hoff, like please don't hassle
Wait, and them diamonds on me dazzle
And the wrist so fruity frazzle
I'ma dabble, I'ma dabble
What about staying clean
I ain't no fiend, now fuck a bean, yuh
What about Nicotine or purple lean
Don't need a darker cup
What about Xannie bars or fancy cars
Yeah, this baby give no fuck
What about tests and shit, I'm failing shit
Yeah, that shit just my luck
What about girls and cuff that silly stuff
Wait, I don't own a truck
What about designer clothes from Mexico
My wardrobe looking tough
What about sugar spice
Everything nice, I'm a PowerPuff
Blowing up, girlie tryna say wassup, huh?
So I'm big in China, did some shows in China
Know some Mandarin
Baby's diamonds shining
Kinda blinding like Jack Nicholson
Crazy on these beats, I killed this beat
Put me in a loony bin
I ain't about that action but
I know about tropomyosin
Move a queen, I'm a king
Hm, checkmate
Move a bag, skip a tag
Hm, checkmate
I'm the gas, you some ass
Hm, checkmate
Game of track running laps
Hm, checkmate
Posted with your mom, let me slip 'n' slide
Fuck the pros and cons, I'm an apple pie
You should check your mate
(You should check your mate)
You should check your mate
(You should check your mate)
You should check your mate
(You should check your mate)
You should check your mate
(You should check your mate)
Hell to the no no, fuck 'em if they so so
I could slay a fat old coochie pro bono
I been lookin' real, real boogie in this rojo
Tryna get this body lookin' like I own a dojo
Bounce it like a pogo
Spin it like a yo-yo
We could make it whip
And I can hit ya with the froyo
We could make it dip
Or you can shake it like it's gogo
Sippin Acapulco, while huntin Ogopogo
Bounce, you nasty, yuh yuh, you nasty
Bounce, you nasty, yuh yuh, you nasty
Bounce, you nasty, yuh yuh, you nasty
Bounce, you nasty, yuh yuh, you nasty
Oh lord, you got ass, baby
Oh lord, you got ass, baby
Yuh yuh yuh
Move a queen, I'm a king
Hm, checkmate
Move a bag, skip a tag
Hm, checkmate
I'm the gas, you some ass
Hm, checkmate
Game of track running laps
Hm, checkmate
Posted with your mom, let me slip 'n' slide
Fuck the pros and cons, I'm an apple pie
You should check your mate
(You should check your mate)
You should check your mate
(You should check your mate)
You should check your mate
(You should check your mate)
You should check your mate
(You should check your mate)
You should check your mate
(You should check your mate)
You should check your mate
(You should check your mate)
You should check your mate
(You should check your mate)
You should check your mate
(You should check your mate)
Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Gumuchian, Geoffrey Millar
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.