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letra de chances make champions - lil jairmy

[intro: lil jairmy]
dj swift on the track
chances makes champions
chances makes champions
(i get the rubber bands then i break ’em)
chances makes champions
(i get the rubber bands then i burn ’em, ooo)

[chorus: lil jairmy]
i get them rubber bands then i break ’em
real shooter know not to play with them guns
i just keep constantly takin’ these drugs
couldn’t beat the case so i went on the run
chances make champions so i gotta take ’em
when i was broke they weren’t showin’ me love
back then they ain’t know i’m the one
now these b-tches treat the kid like a don
everyday i wake up i’m chasin’ that paper
robbin’, k!llin’, n-ggas sellin’ these drugs
dirty soda, baby i drink on mud
did this for the k!llers and trappers and thugs (ooo)
real vs, we ain’t doin’ no fakin’ (no)
b-tches takin’ pictures askin’ for hugs
wherever i go know i’m bringin’ my gun
i ain’t gotta pay ’em they’ll k!ll you off love

[post-chorus: lil jairmy]
(chances makes champions)
i get the rubber bands then i break ’em (ooo, ooo, ooo)
(chances makes champions)
i get the rubber bands then i break ’em (ooo)
chances makes champions so i gotta take ’em (ooo, ooo, ooo)
(chances makes champions)
i get the rubber bands then i break ’em
(chances makes champions)
i get the rubber bands then i break ’em
(chances makes champions)
i get the rubber bands then i break ’em
chances makes champions so i gotta take ’em (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 1: lil jairmy]
dirty money, put this sh-t in the tub
might wake up tomorrow and go spend a dub
i just be spendin’ my profit on guns
i just came home and my dog on the run
plug sent me 50, he did it off love
i still remember i couldn’t make bond
water diamond got me clean like some dove
lately baby i’ve been fly like a dove
if you owe me you can pay me in drugs
police watchin’ but we don’t give a f-ck
if i see a opp then i’m hittin’ ’em up
i dropped the top pullin’ up at the club
glock c-cked, i got 32 slugs
2pac, b-tch i live like a thug
god blessin’, he gon’ need a qur’an
‘nother l1ck, that’s all i need then i’m done
young n-gga, i done been through the storm
i cheat on my ho and i don’t tell her sorry
n-ggas cappin’, talkin’ ’bout they gon’ rob me
carbon’ on me, leave you bl–dy’ like carti
i got a strap on me while i’m recordin’
i’m rockin’ red bottoms like their jordan’s
stack them blue hunnids up, make ’em look gorgeous
all these losses could’ve went and bought the ‘rari, yeah

[verse 2: lil baby]
(yeah)
fill them rubber bands all ’til they break
try to rob me, he get shot in the face
all these losses could’ve bought me a wraith
f-ck a cousin, n-gga started from nothin’
13, fell in love with a gun
ran up 3 mil’ in 24 months
we can talk about a h-ll of a run
throw away dracos with the cops
blue lights and then we smash on the cars
ain’t met a b-tch who won’t let me smash in the car
lil’ homie k!lled himself playin’ with a boss
so we don’t play with extension, unless its drill time
i ain’t get involved until it’s k!ll time
i work too hard, i’ma real don
i know top shooters doin’ real time
i got real drip, don’t need no style
they gon’ run it high when they get down
you know i see them hit, i’m on the front line
if you hold me then i won’t mind
i had some lawyer fees, i paid them all
if i had a problem, would’ve knocked ’em off
i can make 20 racks and break the safe
i show these youngin’s how to be a boss

[chorus: lil jairmy]
i get them rubber bands then i break ’em
real shooter know not to play with them guns
i just keep constantly takin’ these drugs
couldn’t beat the case so i went on the run
chances make champions so i gotta take ’em
when i broke they weren’t showin’ me love
back then they ain’t know i’m the one
now these b-tches treat the kid like a don
everyday i wake up i’m chasin’ that paper
robbin’, k!llin’, n-ggas sellin’ these drugs
dirty soda, baby i drink on mud
this for the k!llers and trappers and thugs (ooo)
real vs, we ain’t doin’ no fakin’ (no)
b-tches takin’ pictures askin’ for hugs
wherever i go know i’m bringin’ my gun
i ain’t gotta pay ’em to keep the love

[post-chorus: lil jairmy]
(chances makes champions)
i get the rubber bands then i break ’em (ooo)
(chances makes champions)
i get the rubber bands then i break ’em (ooo)
chances makes champions so i gotta take ’em (ooo, ooo, ooo)
(chances makes champions)
i get the rubber bands then i break ’em (ooo, ooo, ooo)
(chances makes champions)
i get the rubber bands then i break ’em
(chances makes champions)
i get the rubber bands then i break ’em
chances makes champions so i gotta take ’em (yeah, yeah, yeah)

- lil jairmy

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