CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Champion
(Low the Great)
Wait, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
Chanel feet, Amiri jeans, Bape shirt, this a light day
b*t*hes think they cute, b*t*h, you ain't even top eight
On my mama, she ain't get no d**k, but I got face
n***as always talkin' 'bout what they coulda did
Coulda f**ked your b*t*h, coulda f**ked your mama, n***a, what's your point?
I'm on point, n***as still buyin' Champion, annoying
Dusty-ass b*t*h rockin' Champion, she boring
I'm on Manchester Ave slidin' on the opps, I'm scoring
Finna take a n***a b*t*h slidin' in a super foreign
She ain't charge up her Cash App, ooh, damn, she boring
Why this b*t*h keep textin' me talkin' 'bout she horny?
Had to kick her to the curb, told her go and get some money
Pick 'em up, f**k, and make her catch the bus home
Custom Off-White bedsheets just to f**k on
Like an enemigo at the park, she got bust on
I don't tell a b*t*h to leave, I tell her get the f**k on
b*t*h, get the f**k on, you already got bust on
b*t*h, this Gucci, Louis V, don't touch on me
I smell like money, b*t*h, I got a hundred up on me
I'm finna up the score if you think you runnin' up on me
I just bought the store, now my mama really proud of me
I'm at your b*t*h house every day like she adopted me
I'm gone in thirty minutes if she ain't already toppin' me
n***a asked if I hit his b*t*h, 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*t*h jumpin'
Said I can't f**k if I don't eat pu**y, but I still f**k
Her n***a made her share her location, but she still comin'
Her n***a made her share her location, but she still comin'
d**k, that's the only thing she take, she gon' steal somethin'
D2 b*t*h, she ratchet, but this b*t*h still runnin'
n***as buyin' Champion, why these n***as still bummin'?
n***as buyin' Champion, why these n***as still bummin'?
I just spit fifty out the Uzi, n***as still runnin'
I just poured eight up out the lean like I spilled somethin'
City of the champions, n***a, go and kill somethin'
When I come around, n***as make they b*t*h leave
I don't know how tall she is, the b*t*h always on her knees
Keep these broke n***as out my face, I might sneeze, b*t*h, please
On god, if you ain't suckin' d**k, leave
You ain't suckin' d**k, leave, I'll make a b*t*h 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
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*t*hes wantin' D
F Street, I'm the n***a, ho, stop playin' with me
Bop, bleed 'em, got these b*t*hes wantin' me, they need Jesus
On my Yeezus, got these b*t*hes runnin' laps like Adidas, bop, bleed 'em
You can call me hype trainer, b*t*h, move
Her n***a made her share her location, but she still comin'
d**k, that's the only thing she take, she gon' steal somethin'
D2 b*t*h, she ratchet, but this b*t*h still runnin'
n***as buyin' Champion, why these n***as still bummin'?
n***as buyin' Champion, why these n***as still bummin'?
I just spit fifty out the Uzi, n***as still runnin'
I just poured eight up out the lean like I spilled somethin'
City of the champions, n***a, go and kill somethin'
Wait, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
Chanel feet, Amiri jeans, Bape shirt, this a light day
b*t*hes think they cute, b*t*h, you ain't even top eight
On my mama, she ain't get no d**k, but I got face
n***as always talkin' 'bout what they coulda did
Coulda f**ked your b*t*h, coulda f**ked your mama, n***a, what's your point?
I'm on point, n***as still buyin' Champion, annoying
Dusty-ass b*t*h rockin' Champion, she boring
I'm on Manchester Ave slidin' on the opps, I'm scoring
Finna take a n***a b*t*h slidin' in a super foreign
She ain't charge up her Cash App, ooh, damn, she boring
Why this b*t*h keep textin' me talkin' 'bout she horny?
Had to kick her to the curb, told her go and get some money
Pick 'em up, f**k, and make her catch the bus home
Custom Off-White bedsheets just to f**k on
Like an enemigo at the park, she got bust on
I don't tell a b*t*h to leave, I tell her get the f**k on
b*t*h, get the f**k on, you already got bust on
b*t*h, this Gucci, Louis V, don't touch on me
I smell like money, b*t*h, I got a hundred up on me
I'm finna up the score if you think you runnin' up on me
I just bought the store, now my mama really proud of me
I'm at your b*t*h house every day like she adopted me
I'm gone in thirty minutes if she ain't already toppin' me
n***a asked if I hit his b*t*h, 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*t*h jumpin'
Said I can't f**k if I don't eat pu**y, but I still f**k
Her n***a made her share her location, but she still comin'
Her n***a made her share her location, but she still comin'
d**k, that's the only thing she take, she gon' steal somethin'
D2 b*t*h, she ratchet, but this b*t*h still runnin'
n***as buyin' Champion, why these n***as still bummin'?
n***as buyin' Champion, why these n***as still bummin'?
I just spit fifty out the Uzi, n***as still runnin'
I just poured eight up out the lean like I spilled somethin'
City of the champions, n***a, go and kill somethin'
When I come around, n***as make they b*t*h leave
I don't know how tall she is, the b*t*h always on her knees
Keep these broke n***as out my face, I might sneeze, b*t*h, please
On god, if you ain't suckin' d**k, leave
You ain't suckin' d**k, leave, I'll make a b*t*h 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
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*t*hes wantin' D
F Street, I'm the n***a, ho, stop playin' with me
Bop, bleed 'em, got these b*t*hes wantin' me, they need Jesus
On my Yeezus, got these b*t*hes runnin' laps like Adidas, bop, bleed 'em
You can call me hype trainer, b*t*h, move
Her n***a made her share her location, but she still comin'
d**k, that's the only thing she take, she gon' steal somethin'
D2 b*t*h, she ratchet, but this b*t*h still runnin'
n***as buyin' Champion, why these n***as still bummin'?
n***as buyin' Champion, why these n***as still bummin'?
I just spit fifty out the Uzi, n***as still runnin'
I just poured eight up out the lean like I spilled somethin'
City of the champions, n***a, go and kill somethin'
