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Cheeze Toucherz ft. PlayShrpJ Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
One, get off yo' ass and go chase some paper
Two, shine bright as fuck like the star player
Three, gotta pull strings like a harp player
Four, line yo' bread up like a new taper
Five, run that shit up 'til the crackers mad
Six, fill yo' bowl up with a bunch of racks
Seven, milk all that shit like it's Apple Jacks
Eight figures in the bank, now yo' ass got a bag
Bad hoes tryna eat me up
Road dome in the Scat Pack, that's demon tongue
Forty points at halftime, y'all better D me up
Big ass phone, you would think I got a PC tucked
Sick as hell, don't catch Corona
Ghetto ass Asian bitches finna put the yak in boba
I want all the green, I'm tryna catch some Yodas
Bitch think I'm Yeat, I got a turban, I'll wrap in on her
Fucked up, went and wrapped my neck in some ice rocks
When I get hot, I'ma ball out in Icebox
Huh, yeah, nigga, why not?
Bitch pussy trash as fuck, feel like a sandbox Gave the bitch the blues and I left the Bitch clueless
Bitch mad 'cause I took my new bitch straight to Ruth's Chris
Bitch hit my phone, I'm like, "Aye bitch,
Who this?"
Me and Nanii ran up hella songs, they like "Ouu shit"
You chasin' all these hoes, you money-phobic
Me, I be ballin' hella hard like I run with Jokic
You spent yo' last check on something golden
Me, I just spent pocket change on something frozen
Told that bitch, "Move bitch", I feel like Ludacris
We got racks, you would think we got boobs and shit
Mind of a vet, you would think I ain't new to this
You a lil' rook, I'ma show you how to do this shit
One, get off yo' ass and go chase some paper
Two, shine bright as fuck like the star player
Three, gotta pull strings like a harp player
Four, line yo' bread up like a new taper
Five, run that shit up 'til the crackers mad
Six, fill yo' bowl up with a bunch of racks
Seven, milk all that shit like it's Apple Jacks
Eight figures in the bank, now yo' ass got a bag
Bitches used to run from me 'cause I had the Cheese Touch
Now, they runnin' back 'cause a nigga really
Touch cheese
Hehe, can we fuck please?
Blow her back down told the bitch get up off her knees
Kicked the bitch out and the bitch walked
Casual
Brought her right back and I killed her, she a casualty
RIP to the pussy, brutality
I'm finna finish that bitch, fatality
Ride around town with my tints, I look suspicious
Whole gang dripped up, like I just took 'em fishin'
Finna pull a Elon, them Teslas look efficient
I'm rich, put my right hand on the book of Christians
My bro punch so much that he iced his hand
Fire ass pieces, you better call a fireman
Same ones you feed are the same ones to bite yo' hand
.44 Bulldog, that shit finna bite yo' mans
Nigga, do you know what that'll do to you?
It'll rip through yo' guts, nigga, now you smell like tofu
Round 5, fed him to the demons now
He soul food
She like boy you fine I'm like, "Yeah, bitch, you so true"
Picked the bitch up and I slammed her, she was tight as hell
Filled her up with every drop, yeah, she a wishing well
Huh, yeah, nigga can't you tell?
Bitch playing with my wand, yeah, like she castin' spells
I got my own sound, I don't need to bite you
Oldheads stuck in they prime, they peaked in high school
Got tunnel vision, boy, I can't even see the rivals
Eyes low in Paris, boy, I can't even see the Eiffel
John Cena with the ski mask, boy, you cannot see me
That boy a bitch, I'm finna put that tran on T.V.
Redbone got the drip drop like a splash of Fiji
Don't make a solo song, boy, you trash you need me