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letra de 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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