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champ1k - esco spin lyrics

aye
ask her is she finna
come with me or not
i just made ten thousand
before 3 o’clock
all these diamonds
ice around my wrist
it look like freezer pops
got d+mn one of y’all reach for my chain
might get yo people shot
got jammed i ain’t talkin bout jelly
aye free me and my celly
red dots i can’t drink no green
that sh+t f+ck with my belly
i don’t sleep
don’t nothing come to a sleeper
but a got d+mn dream
money callin
know we talking bout racks
every time my phone ring

imma step until my feet hurt
big ass benz foreign car reverse
we set trеnds
but they get shot first
i sin soon as i leavе church
esco spin
leave yo family hurt
esco spin
leave yo family hurt

esco spin
leave yo family hurt
play with me
go in the he+rs+
i popped a perc like tylenol
you play with me
go on a shirt
i get geeked on drank i’m serving raw
i think it’s sweet i take ya off
it ain’t nun to take a n+gga down
go count up at my potna house
i rob 2 n+ggas on the church groun
ain’t got nun to cap about
was gone use the pistol
but he sweet so i ran off
lil b+tch you comin with me or not
tryna plot yo ass get shot
i be tweaking off these drugs
this b+tch wanna f+ck me cause i’m hot
one pair a shoes a p of za
i take a loss
i trap it out
this b+tch want f+ck me i’m to fried
i prolly passed it to the guys
real playa i be poppin this sh+t
i prolly done popped ya b+tch
drop gang we be droppin this sh+t
i done f+cked re+up on the tris

drop gang might drop on a boa
might drop on a navy
frontline better not touch one of mine
we strapped like the navy
lunch time if i put em on the plate
my potna had ate em
lunch time n+gga get put on a plate
his ass was gravy
i don’t need no help
i’m by myself i keep that fye on my left
somebody pass me a laptop
so i could cook
i don’t even need no chef
can’t go on a drill cause you look shook
i think you might tell
shooter pass me the bl!ck and he no look
sh+t he don’t know steph
balenciaga hoe gotta match my fly
no she can’t cramp my style
cali plug i’m tryna cap on bags
we call that rolling loud
fall off imma get back on my feet
sh+t imma figure it out
dark skin big booty ass freak
told me spit in her mouth
d+mn i got yo b+tch in the spot
d+mn i got these sticks in the spot
lamb no you can’t ride in this chop
fam all of us gettin this gwap
gun jam why you ain’t have no glock
aye might scam
but they call it fraud
got d+mn all of us break the law
got d+mn they need to free my dawg

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