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letra de champion - jugg harden

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[intro]
(jugg harden)
that sh-t like a championship game, n-gga
game 7
like jordan do, n-gga, ray voice
(chromo)
ayy, yeah

[chorus]
mama asked me, “boy, what’s in that pop?” (uh)
i just poured up a four of opps (bah)
we blow the red lights, b-tch, we don’t stop (can’t let ’em catch me at no light, n-gga, i’m gone)
i can’t let ’em do me like i’m pac (for real, though)
they say they on my head, i send my drop (alright, i’m right here)
before we f-ck, is that p-ssy wap? (for real, i’m tryna see somethin’)
before i pull up, n-gga, is it wock’? (don’t let me pull up for nothin’, n-gga)
she think i’m cheatin’, b-tch, i’m lurkin’ opps (i’m in the field)
[verse]
how you run the city and you don’t run your block? (man, how you run your city, you don’t run your hood?)
n-ggas in they feelings, they ain’t opps (nope)
i don’t want your b-tch ’cause she friendly (b-tch)
make money on the road, i can’t say i run the city (sh-t, i’m gone)
she reachin’ for my d-ck up in the club, b-tch, that’s the bl!cky (what you doin’?)
pull up, fap-fap, take that, take that like i’m diddy (bah)
i’ma pray for you and your friends ’cause you pretty (she gorgeous)
she tell me drop a pin every time i’m in her city
a deuce won’t get me high, look in my cup, thicker than nicki
i’m not what you need, b-tch, i’m damage
have my lil’ n-ggas rob you for all that braggin’
mix dior with amiri, i’m just into fashion
he was ballin’, now he fell off, n-ggas laggin’ (get it?)
pretty lil’ b-tch wake me up to attachments
if you gon’ slide, make sure it’s empty when you bring it back (for real, though)
i don’t f-ck my fiends, n-gga, i ain’t into that (n-ggas be on that sh-t)
slime a n-gga out, then put it in a rap (spittin’ facts)
i ain’t stealin’ n-ggas’ verses when i get a n-gga wrapped (get it?)
your n-gga dyin’ this summer, lil’ b-tch, so don’t get attached
n-gga, i’m still alive ’cause your jumper whack (uh)

[chorus]
mama asked me, “boy, what’s in that pop?” (uh)
i just poured up a four of opps (bah)
we blow the red lights, b-tch, we don’t stop (can’t let ’em catch me at no light, n-gga, i’m gone)
i can’t let ’em do me like i’m pac (for real, though)
they say they on my head, i send my drop (alright, i’m right here)
before we f-ck, is that p-ssy wap? (for real, i’m tryna see somethin’)
before i pull up, n-gga, is it wock’? (don’t let me pull up for nothin’, n-gga)
she think i’m cheatin’, b-tch, i’m lurkin’ opps (i’m in the field)

- jugg harden

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