Lyrics:
for the Champs bitch
Do it for the Champs, Do it for the liquor
Do it for the shots, fuck you up quicker
Turn it to the max You ain't comin' down here
always practicing, I mean bitch it's baffling cause
This is all i got
So if you want a shot
You gon have to stop me, stop me
A couple bullets in the glock
shots
Glock, 40
Do Him dirty
He A bum
Bullets Ain't worthy
Washed up
Hang Up The jersey
Bitch I Hang Wit All The Demons
Don't Try To approach me
You Ain't
on the road I'm on a opp block tryna hit a head
Fn on me watch how you approach I been ah blew a fan
If I find out where they live then them niggas dead
Me
We both grown why you asking for my mine
I was open took the shot every time
Oh well I was open took the shot every time
Oh well I let it go with
with that plan, they get shot down (that plan)
Plenty money, bitch, come on my land, see what I got now
Get shorty on them Xans, she get to spinnin'
gotta do is go to jail or GET SHOT
Yeah Nick cop but he ain't never get popped
How we gonna get pop fans? Give 'em a quick shot
Now I get ya chick hot
somethin'
Easily I approach
The microphone with a pocket full of dough
The king of the Coast i'm rockin' the boat
Strokin' your folks and loc'in' with loc's
started hating
All my dawgs got locked up
And some got probation
We were still getting it
You know I gotta patient
They don't shot me
I'm here cause i knew
me the Doc say when, say when
(When)
Inspired by Basquiat, my chariot's on fire
Everybody took shots, hit my body up
I'm tired build me up
Break me
She took one shot, two shot, three shot, four
After nine minutes she come back for more
She take of di shoes dem pon di dancefloor
And she start
Knew the cross was coming 'fore it happened, I saw it
(Man I saw it)
They throwin' shots, ain't hittin' shit, trying my best to ignore it
(Tryna
away out on the coffin?
Approach with caution, hallelujah, amen, amen
I was lost but thinking I was truly free (amen, amen)
Darkness lingers in
Like what? AHHH grrah grrah, boom
Every opp shot
Everybody drop them fuckin' rakes nigga
Mori suck my fuckin dick nigga
Suck my dick, smokin' on Nick
and open nosed on my approach (Nigga)
Hold the toast you provoke
Forty-four snub hugs my scrotum when I roll, yes I hold my own
Swifty think he Deebo's clone
dem approach like "who's who?"
Every bloodclaat bwoy in mi crew shoot
Easy, we a fuck nuff gyal easy
Buss two shot fi di DJ
When dem hear dis dem
had stepped on Lil
A nigga come and approach me bout it
Imma let the bitch have it
A bitch can't tell me about my bro
Cause that hoe know Imma savage
My
couldn't been it (nah, that ain't it)
'Cause you bust four shots and still missed, now dig this
Don't know your name, but know your face
You made
Nigga
Heee haaa
Touch down make the block hot
Look in my eyes and that's dead shot
Make the wrong moves you gon get clap!
You gonna Hear that!
Heee
a week if he wanna do red we gon Send him to hell buddy got shot in his head oh well I'm getting this money I don't need to Sell I just got to school bitch
[I usually don’t dance unless I got that liquor in me
Shots of the patron fucked around and mixed it wit the henny
Shorty what you on just pull up
the street sweeper, nigga
Quick to leave your whole block shook an' shot at
From fuckin' round with the Midack
Eleven, twenty-four, act 47
Fuck who's
sweeper, nigga
Quick to leave your whole block shook an' shot at
From fuckin' round with the Midack
Eleven, twenty-four, act 47
Fuck who's standin' around
Your strength
The last shot at the net
Before I try to forget
The sunlight on the corner
A page turning over
A placeholder
The last shot
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