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letra de champions league - cochise

[intro]
ah-oo!
(mata, mata)

[verse 1]
huh, made so much money we hittin’ the keys (woah)
make so much money we hittin’ the belize (blagh)
countin’ this money i’m good at the math
so good at the math forgot how to read (woah)
runnin’ it up (mhm, okay), runnin’ it up (mhm, okay)
one in the cup (mhm, okay), two in the pump (mhm, ‘kay)
feel on her breast (feel on her breast), checkin’ for lumps (mhm, ‘kay)
hit from the back (hit from the back, huh), 52 humps (52 humps, huh)

[verse 2]
yeah, these n-ggas know how i (ugh)
these n-ggas know how i get
these n-ggas know how i get (i get)
hop out the whip with that—, f-ck it up
hop out the whip with that vec (frr-frr)
these n-ggas ain’t talking they ain’t got no respect (yеah)
they see me ballin’ they thought it was rеc (yeah)
they see me hoppin’ and steppin’ on necks (ugh)
me and my brothers we make so much money
we shoppin’ online for some exotic pets
switchin’ locations these n-ggas the nets
sippin’ on bubly this ain’t a schweppes (yeah)
this n-gga ain’t talkin’ to me he get slept (ugh, ugh)
all in her throat you would thought it was strep
[verse 3]
get what i’m sayin’?
told to get what i’m sayin’
half of these n-ggas ain’t playin’ (ugh)
speakin’ of playin’ (ugh)
told you i’m not from the streets (ugh)
i be at home on the game
you get what i mean?
i keep me a beam while playin’ on steam
i call that bih blowin’ off steam (steam)
why he talkin’ on me, he talkin’ so mean
and this n-gga got low self-esteem (p-ssy, loser)
driver to the rack (hah, hooper)
hop in the lac (hop in the-, super)
two in the back (ye, shooters)
you get what i mean?
i hate it when n-ggas be talkin’ on me (a-huh)
to these n-ggas that idolize all of these rappers
these n-ggas be borrowin’ cheese (that’s facts)
shawty saw the lil gap in my t–th (a-huh)
she say you got a track with lil keef (a-huh)
call me luffy i know how to eat (a-huh)
why ya diamonds they hidin’ and seek? (a-huh)
why ya diamonds they hidin’ and seek? (seek)
why you full and yo n-ggas ain’t eat? (eat)
why yo shawty wan’ gobble the meat? (the meat)
why i’m ballin’ like bam for the heat (the heat)
like shadeur i be throwin’ it deep
i be kickin’ it just like a teep
heard these n-ggas want check in i pull up
i’m checkin’, i’m keepin’ the čech like a keep
like mitoma i’m passin’ it down
harry kane when i’m slammin’ her down
like maguire ya head in the ground
call me zouma her cat in the pound
gettin’ money like sterling, i’m runnin’ like sterling
my hand movin’ like i’ma [?]
feel like mason ain’t talking no mount

- cochise

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