Banshee
Champion la Deceased
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CHAMPION... LA... DECEASED OOOOH Pull up in a four door beamer Bitch hoppin' in and she got no sneakers Blasting Bankroll on my muthafuckin' speakers By the way I fuckin' dress you might think I'm the reaper Bitch you ain't got no flex Bitch bitch you ain't got no flex Bitch you aint got no flex Bitch bitch you ain't got no flex I got the peanut butter Louis on my belt With the glock forty gang ready to pelt Karate chop bricks cause I'm rockin' black felts I am top of the line, nickname Roosevelt Ya'lllllll pop melatonin cause you sleeping on me My grandpa still rockin' ex-KGB I was formed in the depths of the black sea And I emerged as a walker not a banshee I represent this town bitch One wrong move and you down snitch Rolex on my wrist I'm not rich Ice so cold locked in a fridge Now I'm blastin' down to Cartier Picked two stones for my mami eh Two years making my music with Ye And I'm stacking these bands Imma spend it anyway Swingin' from side to side The henny the polar is guiding my stride I ain't got no slips I ain't got downsides And when you with me hell its do or die Watch how you walk boy Cause if you be caught in them corduroys I'll chip chop you up like some bok choy Imma lock you in a locker you schoolboy Pourin' some cough syrup down in my cup Chuckin' the sprite to see it catch up I bring that shit down to a pub or a club And if you with squad then I'll offer it up Champion la Deceased yeah you know what My hair used to look like a chestnut But then I bossed up and took no shortcuts So remember my name when you talk mutt Pull up in a four door beamer Bitch hoppin' in and she got no sneakers Blasting Bankroll on my muthafuckin' speakers By the way I fuckin' dress you might think I'm the reaper Bitch you ain't got no flex Bitch bitch you ain't got no flex Bitch you aint got no flex Bitch bitch you ain't got no flex The government losing all sight of its hope The chaos is coming I can't seem to cope I feel like I'm slashin' a gucci tightrope The murdered black Audi lookin' like a rhino Sending mixed signals from town to town You blowin' balloons yeah you is a clown And if you don't know how to hold it down Then Deceased will come and fuckin' shut you down
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