Текст песни Element - Christo Amp

Sheesh
Yves Saint Laurent
Fuck it

Now, I never ever ever really been
Out of my fuckin' element, I mean I'm perfect
I just-I just had to finesse it and dip
Screen her text, and I'd do that hit again
You know was had to go to work
It was either that or go to church
I prob'ly could've been a deacon
But, chillin' with my demons and I'm pissin' off the priest, uh
Drinkin' holy water while I'm preachin' on these beats
I'm as cool as breeze
I don't gang bang, my homies bool as could be
You remind me of me, if I wasn't me
You a bunch a mini me's, cloneies, and wannabes
Now, who do you wanna be? Ugh
Lookin' in the mirror, I was wanna be myself
I would prob'ly beat myself, if I became somebody else
I should be on So So Def, bumpin' my music 'til I'm deaf
Or I'm dead, bullet in my head, you heard what I said
If I said it then I meant it, and I meant just what I said
I got ex's in my DM's tryna fight my other ex, sheesh
Work it like a gymnast, didn't even mean to flex
I'm tryna work it like a gymnast, didn't even mean to flex, hey

Okay, I never ever ever really been
Out of my fuckin' element, bitch, its The Champ (Champ)
Gotta do this here for my champions
And them trill niggas from the bottom of the map (Texas)
Pappi was a pastor, and my mams grow up catholic (She did)
Thought I was a grown up, a young nigga started trappin' (I did)
Niggas talkin' down but, I'm what's up like hey whats hannin? (Hello)
Got they B.M.'s in my DM's tryna get it crackin'
Hands up, move, get out the way nigga
'Fore I go Ludacris in this bitch
Throw a whole lotta fist at your face, nigga (Don't play with him)
I'm straight chillin' (Yup)
Me and my niggas we straight villians (Yup)
Ain't got time for a fake nigga (Nope)
Don't make cents, don't make digits, uh (Nope)
Look in the mirror, what do I see?
Can't recognize myself but, it look like who I'm tryna be
Half of these niggas be fond of me
Half of these niggas be mad at me
But, I give this the all of me
'Cause these you niggas ain't half of me
Champ

Countin' this money, a nigga don't need a bitch
Gettin' this cheddar, a nigga might sweep the bitch
Poppin' that pussy, that bitch ont some freaky shit
Look at my diamonds, my diamonds they blingin', bitch (Yea)
Smokin' exotic, a nigga just wreakin'
Your bitch at my crib, and that bitch, yea, she kickin' it (Yea)
Gettin' these bands, and these niggas just coppin'
Flex on you niggas, a nigga don't give shit (Yea, yea)
Look at my Rolli, a nigga just
Shootin' that chopper, that bitch is extended clip
Fresh out outta jail a nigga be (Yea)
Cookin the kitchen, I'm whippin' the fish and grits (Yea)
Stealin' your money, I need might take your bitch (Yea)
Fuckin these bitches, these bitches ain't celibate
Sippin' that dirty, I'm sippin' on medicine
Look at my diamonds, they lookin' like melanin
Gettin' this money, I'm stackin' these presidents (Yea)
Look at my diamonds, they lookin' like melanin (Yea)
Gettin' this money, I'm stackin' these presidents (Yea)
Look at my diamonds, they lookin' like melanin (Yea, yea)
(Twin)