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lirik lagu champion – frostydasnowmann

[intro: 1takejay]
(low the great)
wait, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up

[verse 1: 1takejay]
chanel feet, amiri jeans, bape shirt, this a light day
b*tches think they cute, b*tch, you ain’t even top eight
on my mama, she ain’t get no d*ck, but i got face
n*ggas always talkin’ ’bout what they coulda did
coulda f*cked your b*tch, coulda f*cked your mama, n*gga, what’s your point?
i’m on point, n*ggas still buyin’ champion, annoying

[verse 2: frostydasnowmann]
dusty*ass b*tch rockin’ champion, she boring
i’m on manchester ave slidin’ on the opps, i’m scoring
finna take a n*gga b*tch slidin’ in a super foreign
she ain’t charge up her cash app, ooh, d*mn, she boring
why this b*tch keep textin’ me talkin’ ’bout she h*rny?
had to kick her to the curb, told her go and get some money

[verse 3: 1takejay]
pick ’em up, f*ck, and make her catch the bus home
custom off*white bedsheets just to f*ck on
like an enemigo at the park, she got bust on
i don’t tell a b*tch to leave, i tell her get the f*ck on
[verse 4: frostydasnowmann]
b*tch, get the f*ck on, you already got bust on
b*tch, this gucci, louis v, don’t touch on me
i smell like money, b*tch, i got a hundred up on me
i’m finna up the score if you think you runnin’ up on me

[verse 5: 1takejay]
i just bought the store, now my mama really proud of me
i’m at your b*tch house every day like she adopted me
i’m gone in thirty minutes if she ain’t already toppin’ me
n*gga asked if i hit his b*tch, i said, “probably”
soul touchin’, i can make your mama feel it in her stomach
like a trampoline, when i call, i got your b*tch jumpin’
said i can’t f*ck if i don’t eat p*ssy, but i still f*ck
her n*gga made her share her location, but she still comin’

[chorus: 1takejay & frostydasnowmann]
her n*gga made her share her location, but she still comin’
d*ck, that’s the only thing she take, she gon’ steal somethin’
d2 b*tch, she ratchet, but this b*tch still runnin’
n*ggas buyin’ champion, why these n*ggas still bummin’?
n*ggas buyin’ champion, why these n*ggas still bummin’?
i just spit fifty out the uzi, n*ggas still runnin’
i just poured eight up out the lean like i spilled somethin’
city of the champions, n*gga, go and k!ll somethin’
[verse 6: 1takejay]
when i come around, n*ggas make they b*tch leave
i don’t know how tall she is, the b*tch always on her knees
keep these broke n*ggas out my face, i might sneeze, b*tch, please
on god, if you ain’t suckin’ d*ck, leave

[verse 7: frostydasnowmann]
you ain’t suckin’ d*ck, leave, i’ll make a b*tch bleed
spent eighty on a beam and stuffed eighty in my jeans
still bangin’ bt, thuggin’ on the backstreet
they gon’ walk past me, you get your ass beat, bop

[verse 8: 1takejay]
left the tag on my shirt, but i ain’t take it back
tryna let a copycat know he can’t afford that
take that benz back to enterprise, where your ford at?
christian louboutin, red bottoms on my feet, got these b*tches wantin’ d

[verse 9: frostydasnowmann]
f street, i’m the n*gga, ho, stop playin’ with me
bop, bleed ’em, got these b*tches wantin’ me, they need jesus
on my yeezus, got these b*tches runnin’ laps like adidas, bop, bleed ’em
you can call me hype trainer, b*tch, move

- frostydasnowmann

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