paroles de chanson Flava - Christo Amp

Champ
The champ is here

Don't push me, 'cause I'm
Close to the cliff I'ma go for the win
Bruce Leroy, got the glow in the first
And I'm all about a dollar, bitch, I'm known for the risk
All about my digits', all about my business
I got freestyles better than these boys' writtens
Killer on the beat, nigga, I don't leave a witness
And even if I did, best believe I'm finna get 'em
Do what I can and these niggas could never
They can come close but, they'll never be better
Cop work and I push it like I'm Salt n' Peppa
Put in enough work and you can ball forever
And fuckin' on shawties that you would wanna date
This weed from The Bay, I smoke good in my state
Some niggas be bitches and yea, they would wanna hate
But, go 'head step back, blow the kush in they face

So much sauce, got flavor, I got game like Sega
Take your broad, I'm playa, and boss up on my haters
So much sauce, got flavor, I got game like Sega
Take your broad, I'm playa, and boss up on my haters
Hey, I'd like to, remind you, in the life everybody ain't gon' like you
You should do, what I do, stay cool, keep real niggas around you
My crew, 'round house kickin' it like Ryu
Smoke two for my high, the birds' eye view
So cool, watch my drip just like ice cube
So true, who the hell you tryna lie to?

Don't do that, do it like this
I smoke gas, I don't smoke cigs
No Zig-Zag, Backwood that's it
Sauce like A1, ball like swish
Hol' up quick, let me call me bitch
Said pull up at seven because she of by six
Get lit, give dick, then I dip
We just good friends with benefits
I'ma dog, stay clean, no fleas
Got no collar, no leach on me
Pockets large, money obese
I'm the G.O.A.T., peep my goatee
Middle finger to the police
And fuck the judge, 'cause you don't know me
This so dope hope I don't OD
3COG, I and only, Champ

So much sauce, got flavor, I got game like Sega
Take your broad, I'm playa, and boss up on my haters
So much sauce, got flavor, I got game like Sega
Take your broad, I'm playa, and boss up on my haters
Hey, I'd like to, remind you, in the life everybody ain't gon' like you
You should do, what I do, stay cool, keep real niggas around you
My crew, 'round house kickin' it like Ryu
Smoke two for my high, the birds' eye view
So cool, watch my drip just like ice cube
So true, who the hell you tryna lie to?

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