Lyrics:
blew
Five shots changed my whole life, throats were slit
Niggas die by my orders when I wrote this shit
Though we go back like wild knights at Latin
the tattooed lady
When her muscles start relaxin'
Up the hill comes Andrew Jackson
Lydia, oh! Lydia, that "Encyclopedia"
Oh! Lydia, the champ of them all
em FALLIN to the strong point
One by one they losin down the line
A fifty buck roll, a duck blows, old nigga pay me mine! (";Damn nigga!";)
I grab
Every down a champ
And I'm a time by
Down through the window
With my apple in bed
Look out pretty mama
I'm on the road again
[Chorus]
em, flow so amazing, hot like cajun
You fucking wit the champ
Pop corks on champ' like I just took the chip
Nigga took the stand when he coulda took
boots
Sweat stained tank top in my fruit of the looms
Keep it tucked
'Merica
We're back to back undefeated world war champs
So take a cup, raise it
T.I., I told 'em how the be fly
Way before Nelly, I was up in the telly
Before JD, I was jigglin' baby
Before Lil' Jon, I put the South on
Before
I'mma chill baby, we don't want the devil in this bitch, naw
Got bad one we could call it Kelly Rowland
Ooh she get the jelly rollin'
I can nelly in
tell just by our slang
Native print and skinny pants
Young Americana
Two Cs on my frame, eating pasta with my team
I rock old Chanel, old Chanel
I rock
lesbians
Hit em wit the Mac, hit em wit the Tec 9
Hit em wit the Ruger by the intersex sine
Hit em wit a Tommy so my
Niggas call me Pammy and I
Always eat
just enough room to cram the drums
In the corner over by the dodge
It was a fifty-four
With a mashed up door
And a cheesy little amp
With a sign
that woman choice off
That mean shoes off but compasses always lost
I'm up in Maxville's swiping 'til the max fill
No rumour, Nelly jacket, man that
This ain't nothing, I ain't stunting till I hit the button
Rich's at when the blue river diamonds flooding
Riding by the ocean just for promotion
Top
jadę jadę jadę jadę
Jadę jadę autobahnem oko w oko z panem
To co ranek kitra się by litra wiśni obalić z kompanem
Jadę dalej alej kalejdoskop non stop
car
Blowing horns like Miles Davis
At the pearly gate, God let me in
Give me a room by Aaliyah with ESPN
I know I got more sins than two lesbians
Been
about what shoulda, would'a and could'a happened
If music was about inovatin' and penetratin' generations by generatin' musical intergration
It wouldn't
This the new high score
The old champion, he ain't champ no more
This the new high score
Whoever used to matter
They don't matter no more
(What's
It's like we been hit by a storm (A storm)
The tears from my eyes what I seen that morn' (Seen that morn)
I pulled my baby in to really tell her that
This shit go crazy I got Sam all on my beats
If you been here since the start then you tuned in for a treat
I'm just tryna get a million by the time
dark and dire
protected by a ring of fire
to slay the inscrutable champs
one night Finn's sons entered their camp
A lap dog now the tracking dog
spout
handle you loosely
And always on top of my duties
I want to love you and rub on that booty
Got me love sick like I got the cooties
Or like I got hit up by
Pick me up by my arms, call me yours forever after
Take it out on others cause I'm just your precious flower
Fuck them while you fuck me, take it like
the porch you can see it it's stamped
And I light up the way like I carry a lamp
Run off can't get me you catching a cramp
Did it by myself, I never need
bitches shush
Passing em by like whoosh
I'm the real champ and you king of the fake
So quiet bitch or your life I will take
Get all these bitches to shush
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