Lyrics:
World series champ
Yeah b***h i’m the man
Hit it out the park
Take it home i ran
World series champ
They call me the man
World series champ
MVP ya
Elysee's no fallacy, if I find the world looks like it should
Candy cars, movie stars, street bars, then I could stay a while
Well I love you
Shall I
fallacy
If I find the world looks like it should
Candy cars, movie stars, street bars then I could stay a while
Well, I love you
Shall I write
and a pilot drew him west
The series bombed, commercials came
And though nobody knew his name
They all recognized the potential he possessed
Deodorants
and a pilot drew him west
The series bombed, commercials came
And though nobody knew his name
They all recognized the potential he possessed
Deodorants
AsaphDaKing!
Hunter Hunter X Power Level 9000!
All around the world we are the global champs
Yeah they always hate cause we the global champs
All
Jones
Bank account boomin', fast lane zoomin'
Known around the world for my high post groomin'
Mac like a preacher,love like a teacher
Got a girl who
So I'm airport.
As I take flight,
I'm ya Air Jordan.
We the world champs.
Come and ball with us
Gotta take my time when I put my all in her.
he 1919 World Series
Fixed it?
Fixed it
Well, how'd he manage that?
Saw the opportunity, I supposed
Uh, I need a hunnid bricks on them hunnid
of the world for the first time since the Seventies
And that sure was
One hell of a series
And I’ve got this little theory)
And then he bored me
With baseball
to the new normal
Sipping cocktails at the bar
In the back of a self-driving car
Feel the momentum start to swing
When the Cubs pick up a Series ring
Welcome
Life...life...
Life is a series of impossible dreams, yeah
Full of disappointment and it ain't what it seems
Everybody's pulling you a different
and bragging
Whats all the commotion and nagging about?
Cuz Im Still the Champ in the south
Cuz rappers get in the booth and I keep dragging them out
For
to be a killer (New York Stand Up)
You wanted to be the Champ! (Got your boy in the booth nigga)
You ain't hungry
Matter of fact I don't want you in my
one)
Quick like
I'm not Usain Bolt, but a me run this
Hundred, two, four, Champs, 'lympics
God made you in His image
Weh the fuck y'all doing in
a series but the champ is on the base
Yeah little shorty never average
Little ma the baddest
Wanna buy her el iante
Or make a fragrance
Never seen nun like
Yeah, Yeah Yeah...
I'm often often, sittin' in my world in the coffin,
coughin off the herb of the curb.
Money, money, money is what they concur.
I'm often often, sittin' in my
World in the coffin
Coughin off the herb of the curb
Money, money, money is what they concur
Do they Agree? what they
Hey little buddy, don't even worry
Everything is going to be okay
I could have told you when you started making money
That the world was going
girls pretty
Pussy, money, weed, keep the world spinning
I ball out like the ninth inning
World Series
In the name of the Father, Son, Holy Spirit
wife
Or her baby, to ruin their lives
Yeah The monkeys drift is mine (that's right)
Well educated fools they have ruined di world
And start make it
I'ma put it on her
I'ma I'ma put it on her
I'ma I'ma put it on her
I'm a champ on the track
[Chorus: x2]
I'ma put it on her
I'ma I'ma put it
them fuck arounds
Pull up, got a hundred round for a whole count
Three rings on like a World Series champ
Thuggin' hard on the internet, get your
was asked why they don't call
And life became a series of birthdays, cars, and pets
Just anything to look forward to
I don't talk about mistakes
I
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