Текст песни CHAMPIONSHIP RING - Kordhell

Box chevy with the bowling ball, with the bowling ball
Box chevy with the bowling ball, with the bowling ball
Box chevy with the bowling ball, with the bowling ball
DJ Paul, Catfish bitch
Mafia, Kordhell
Slumafia

Yeah
Box chevy 82
Window crack me muggin' like I hated you
Shawty Fatt cooking crack like you made a stew
Permanent gold teeth bitch Sabertooth
Raindrops on that window
Paid it that's my kill for
Michael Wayne at the window
It's way world like a pinto
Hair curly like a crinkle
Friy sippin' that Singo
Yo Maya tequila in the cup
And I'm on my squeal like dingo
Bitches killers like a Ceno
They don't get my lingo
I'm over the head like a shingle
Stacking up chips Pringles
In the slums why mingle
Bump out Paul's last single
That 3'6s like a 9 bitch
You through the man like a pupil

Don't flex pussy you keagle
I'm too fly, I'm an eagle
Don't cross me like a steeple
I'm a boss see I got people
Killin' beats like I'm MMA
It's been that way since the regale
Keep it dusty slab rusty
Kordhell with the sequel

I've been through everything
How I'm feeling all the pain
But I still maintain to the champion ring
Box chevy with the bowling ball, with the bowling ball
Box chevy with the bowling ball, with the bowling ball
Yeah I run the game, I run my own lane
I'm running out of bounds, I'm running everything
Box chevy with the bowling ball, with the bowling ball
Box chevy with the bowling ball, with the bowling ball

Yeah, DJ Paul
I see how grammys can hurt
And plus the Oscar to match
And all these plaques on my walls
I done ran out of tracks
We got these rolls and royces
And all these bentleys to match
Everything is black on black
With AM 18 in the stash
You-you can never name a nigga that killed the game like me
Been counting Mills for years ever since I was 17
I'm cookin' up with the Drake's
I'm cookin' up with the Ye's
And If is the that you need
Then I'm the one the Ye's
I got a little bit of gold
But got a whole lot of homes
And all them bitches is paid for
Ain't took out no laons
You niggas wifing the hoes
And trying to hide these freaks
I had the bitches on knees
When I was signin' my deeds

I've been through everything
How I'm feeling all the pain
But I still maintain to the champion ring
Box chevy with the bowling ball, with the bowling ball
Box chevy with the bowling ball, with the bowling ball
Yeah I run the game, I run my own lane
I'm running out of bounds, I'm running everything
Box chevy with the bowling ball, with the bowling ball
Box chevy with the bowling ball, with the bowling ball

I'm still reaching for the sky
Yeah, yeah, yeah
With my arms open wide
If I fall down, I get back up
I'm a soldier, I don't give a fuck
I don't make bets, I don't play luck
I'm a champion, I'm a champion, yeah

I've been through everything
How I'm feeling all the pain
But I still maintain to the champion ring, (Oh)
Box chevy with the bowling ball, with the bowling ball
Box chevy with the bowling ball, with the bowling ball
I'm a champion, yeah
Yeah I run the game, I run my own lane
I'm running out of bounds, I'm running everything
Box chevy with the bowling ball, with the bowling ball
Box chevy with the bowling ball, with the bowling ball
I'm a champion, yeah