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enough grip on the club when I hit
the tree route, and my hands are stinging quite badly.

Champion: (Start Grunting)

Donald: The Champion is starting

(Champion, a champion, a champion)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

The whole Bay is goin' up now
It's champagne in my cup now
'Cause at the top it's just us

eurozone
NetJets card makes it easier to roam
Pit stop in Amsterdam fogging up the cabin
Mile high club birds begging for the shagging
Champions league UEFA

Breaks in the soddy car. The french european champion goes up into positions, up into position. As you know, these Kaiser two cars putting out neurons, 50

Practice?
You talkin' bout practice?
Not a game
Practice
Practice makes perfect no champion
Wanna join the gang gotta stamp you in
Gotta stand out no

the end, couple hunnids through the month
Lot of lean in my cup, I drink clean in that cut
In the club, with it tucked, run it up like the Bucks
Every

They think that they know, something 'bout my life
Not in the same class, not on the same flight
Maybe the same club, just not the same lights

city
Poppin' 'em bottles full of bub
Pop pop pop pop 'em in da club

We're cracking magnum like a race car champion
Catch us in cspen or even in

I hit the hoe out in Germany
I hit the hoe on the balcony
I left the strip club with the faculty
Seen that ass from the front
Like she after me
Had

Still the Best

Kool Keith

Sex Style

1997

Yeah 
American and European  national champion 
cool Keith  you know who I am 
The master man  Willie Biggs  big status 
Droppin nine six

the gutter
Don't fuck without no rubber
I don't ever trust her
I would never cuff her
Kissin' on her lover, I do it to my brother

Back of the club, posted

some nigga’s with plans
Of making some Rands
Then Nigga’s who say wassup
I fuck with Hennessy but them European’s
Got us bragging bout some fucking cups

European-style rap

S-T-U-P-I-D
When we go to the club, we don't need ID
Everywhere we go, it's a party, y'all
We gon' get it crackin' like the Mardi Gras
Get

Hollering
Champion
When we hit the club
20 deep
We some beasts
We just stampede
Clumps of kush
In my blunt
Look like snap peas
Can I snap please
Just call me

my keeper My brother my teacher
Beckham, into Sheringham and Solskjaer has won it
Champions of Europe again and nobody will ever win
A European Cup

Caught up in my dome its love

Ballin in the yard with mookie
Making cardboard champion belts we made the hardcore

European
Squares with belts playing

Celebrate every day I'm Jesus
Dark rum in my cup no Reese's

I'm drinking, no need no reason just me celebrating my breathin'
I'm geekin' each weekend this

my bitches bad but I
Still fuck with the ratchets
Draped up in designer, everything European
Big blunts of weed, big cups of lean
Y'all ain't even see

Bad bitches in the club
And we're drunk pissy
Drinking Henny all night
Just fuck with me
In the VIP chilling
Wit the bad biddies
Cuz we so cuz we so

It's 3:30 in the morning and we still up
Just chilling by the island playing flip cup (Yeah)
Couple broads in the bathroom, fixin they makeup
Then we

double red cup no meu roof da visão
lembro a cada sub um champagne de lição
play nessa no club, dedicada pros irmão
real talk, grandes coisas, eu

Dump a duffel bag, clean up on aisle six Shit is so slick, somebody gon' slip
They thought I fell off, I don't brag on my shit
In a club, puffin' gas

Never met Mawuli but she knows Lazee
Winning yeah the A-team
Seeing why these coward niggas hate me
Your baby mamas in the club screaming (Skrillllalala)

Bitch'll never get a ring like CP3
Ain't no coffee in my cup, bitch
I'm drinking lean
Caught him broad day, easy breezy
I ain't need a beam
12 had to let me