CHAMPIONS ft. M-D Lyrics

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Ay

Yuh

Fu-fuck that bitch in the back of the crib

Don't know what she want 'til she suck on my dick

Lyrics infectious and flow always sick

Only fuck with a chick if she fuck with my clique

Booty so big that his dick couldn't fit

Your bitch rancid pussy smell like some fish

I don't need that only fish on my dish

I'm a good guy but don't fuck with my shit

Eyebrow slits and a Peruvian bitch

Fat ass, hair blonde and some light skin

Got a bitch ready to ride 'til the end

Wanna fuck with me you'll die it's your end

Fuck with Kc

Then you fuck with me (M-D)

Air Force 1's

Custom on my feet (indeed)

Nike flex repping OG3 (you see)

So I got it written

On the fucking sneaks

Champi-ins

I got Champ-i-on

When you hear a bop

You gotta sing along

Hear the crowd

How they chant me on

Opps want me stealth

Yeah they want me gone

Only fuck with the freshest

Nike Air Force 1's

Don't fuck with Skechers

Cut your bullshit off

Don't need your letters

Making me think twice before I forget her

Ay

I be fuckin' on a fat bitch not no catfish

I ain't lookin' like your average I'm a savage

Imma flex up on your grandkids on some acid

Stupid bitch up on my ass like where the cash is

I'm on a trip Trippy like the fucking kid

While my fit is looking like I hit a lick

Thats why they always wonder

What the fuck I did

And why these bitches

Trying to get me in they ribs

And I ain't talkin' on that shit

But If I said it's cap

Then that would be a lie

Work hard looking fresh to death

Thats why I'm gon' do it 'til I fucking die

On god, (on god ,on god ,on god)

Woo!

Ay yo man, I know this is a back and forth flow

But, shit I think I got another eight right now

Jump up on stage

Where I can't feel no pain

My brain it goes blank

And these hoes go insane

I make people rage

Then I fucking get paid

So my pockets be chubby

Don't carry no change

Bitches they love me

But don't know my name

Getting them plays

I ain't talking 'bout games

If you think were the same

Take a look in the mirror

And realize

That you are not

Destined for fame

Wondering why the fuck you came

Everyone knows you a lame

AF1's for the day ones

Custom deubrés on the thangs

All gold is my drip

Yeah your hoe she a jib

She smoke on that rock

But she still suck my cock

Yeah she take one for the team

If you know what I mean

Smoking on green beans

Sippin' on good lean

If your hoe she a jib

I don't want her don't pass her

I smoke marijuana

Get cooked like some pasta

You thought I'd slow down

So I went and got faster

My life be a movie

Inglorious Bastards

Be hatin' on me

Made some moves

And now they changing on me

All these bitches startin' acting funny

Everybody be mad when you makin' money

(yeah, yeah!)

Hotbox coupe

Robo on the roof

Asking who the fuck is you

Before I drop the top and zoom

Only room in here for two

And really I ain't trynna choose

I got a shawty with an ass

I got a homie matching shoes

That's true

God damn

That's tight

That's life

When I pull up to the scene

On sight no fight

No cap I'm right

There ain't even conversation

Don't talk if it ain't money

Cause' I don't got any patience

Holla holla het dolla

Smoke weed everyday

Cash fucking marijuana cigarettes

Gangsta gangsta Eazy-E cream

So baked off the bob Marley ganja 420 hit

Pure OG kush

Legalize crystal fuckin' weed

She lovin' my essense she love my cologne

Gucci and 'Sace

Wear it til' I'm gone

These hoes all acting like a dog to a bone

Breaking em' off cause they ain't what I want

Lookin' for cash you ain't gon' get

I'm lookin' so nice yeah just look at my fit

Your cunt on my dick

And she lickin' the jizz

You should get the fuck out

You smell like some shit

You fucking with me

And you bound to get hit

They gon' be wondering

What a young jigga did

He fuck with me

I put a clip in his head

Shouldn't of snitched

Bet he regret what he said

Throw a house party no shut down

Strangers shady acting kinda sus now

If you talking shit you get kicked out

If you a jib head you get bitched out

Then I black out

Down another bottle

Never pass out

Pass another blunt

Ain't trynna crash now

Bitches off the liquor

Don't know how to act

Shorty hella drunk

Got me kinda mad

Shut the fuck up

Lemme count my cash

Ain't no question

Imma do the dash

Life be moving fast

I be feeling like

"Slatt Slatt"

Had to cut a lot of people off

Just face it

They hate to see me win

They just want to see it wasted

I always roll fat

While your shit be looking basic

Bluntslide a pussy

Like my name is Bucky Lasek

Life of the party

And it's not just cause' we made it

Smoking on cookies

Boy I got your girl hazy

Tonight she come with me

But soon it be on the daily

I always give her good pipe

Now she want my baby

Damn