paroles de chanson Finish Line - Christo Amp

Champ
(And it's The Champ)

See, I ain't tryin' to be thirsty (No)
But, a nigga what you in the worst way (Yea, yea, yea)
She blew my candle like it was her birthday
Girl, I can get you wetter than a mermaid
Your skin lookin' like peanut butter
I'm that nigga, you don't need another
She said I'm sweet like chocolate (What?)
That good D, got a lot of it (Yea)
That good pussy, get a lot of that (Yea)
Hit from the front and she holler back
From the jump I was thinkin' I was all of that
Niggas couldn't keep up, they was fallin' back (Champ)
Haters gon' hate 'cause I am a Mac (Yea)
Girls gon' hate if I don't call 'em back (What?)
Got a bag of the gas, put it in a Back'
I'ma smash on that ass hittin' from the back (Yea)
Cash in my hand and I'm thumbin' that (Uh huh)
Ass in my hand and I'm rubbin' that (Uh huh)
I'm finna score like a running back
Y'all niggas lookin' like you finna fumble that
Why your girl in love with my stease? (What?)
'Cause she know I'm doin' my thing (What?)
She like my raps and love when I sing (What?)
Plus, she know that I'm keepin' playa forever
Forever-ever? (Yup)
Keep it trill up in any weather (Yup)
Fuckin' on your bitch like it's whatever (Yup)
Fuckin' with me 'cause she doin' better
Champ

See, I'm the finish line
Now, these hoes chasin' me like a finish line, yea, uh
Yea, see, I'm the finish line
Now, these hoes chasin' me like a finish line, uh
See, I'm the finish line (They runnin')
Now, these hoes chasin' me like a finish line, yea, uh (They want me)
Yea, see, I'm the finish line (They runnin')
Now, these hoes chasin' me like a finish line, uh (They want me)

Got a bad lil' ting, every time I give her D
I'ma hit it from the back, make her song like Billie Jean, uh
I just got bag, full of the broccoli (Uh huh)
I be smokin' on that strong, smokin' on that Hercules
Feel like Cardi B, lil' bitch you can't fuck with me (No)
If you want to, or if you wanted three (Yup)
Christo A-M-P (Uh) you should get with me (Yea)
Baby, your a diamond, 'cause you shine like Tiffany's, uh
Flow hot like the stove is (What?) my wrist and my bitch golden (Yea)
My weed and women from the top self (ouu), and you pick from the low end (Champ)
Too busy hatin' on the sauce when you should really take some notes (Champ)
You the type that's gon' look for love but, true players get chosen
I got what you like
You a ten, you a dime
Love pretty women, all types, this pipe could change your life
If you come see me tonight, ohh ohh

See, I'm the finish line
Now, these hoes chasin' me like a finish line, yea, uh
Yea, see, I'm the finish line
Now, these hoes chasin' me like a finish line, uh (Like a finish line)
See, I'm the finish line (They runnin')
Now, these hoes chasin' me like a finish line, yea, uh (They want me)
Yea, see, I'm the finish line (They runnin')
Now, these hoes chasin' me like a finish line, uh

I'm the finish line
Yea, I'm the finish line (They runnin')
And they gon' run it like a finish line (They want me)
Ouu, I'm the finish line (They runnin')
And they gon' run it like a finish line (They want me)
Baby, just run it like finish line (They runnin')
I can make you sweat just like a finish line (They want me)
I'ma fuck you (They runnin')
I'ma fuckin get up in that (They want me)

Hi, son
Take of yourself, um
I love you