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damjonboi - championship music lyrics

[verse 1: damjonboi]
ball on ’em
show my ass for every time i couldn’t call on ’em
i ain’t tryna buy a few, we want all of ’em (mm+hmm)
if i had some b+tches pull up, bet they all f+ckin’
i was workin’ on my album, still dropped a tape (damjonboi)
almost done with that b+tch too, oh yeah, it’s on the way (it’s on)
if i drop it, then it’s heat, sh+t, i ain’t ’bout to play
i’ve been boolin’ on some real, but got a lot to say, hmm (woo)
i know these fake+ass rich n+ggas can’t stand me
i turned a couple n+ggas up, b+tch, stop playin’ with me (nah, for real)
n+gga, i ain’t pullin’ up to sh+t unless they payin’ me

[verse 2: fettie]
nutted in your ho and sent that b+tch to get a plan b
i drop, p+ss them n+ggas off ’cause they couldn’t stand me
all these rappin’+ass n+ggas need a grammy
yeah, fettie rock the spot ’cause i got good work
this sh+t ain’t happen overnight, we put in footwork
the way i do this sh+t, i make this sh+t look easy
i told him we’d touch the top, they ain’t believe me
costume jewelry rockers, boy, y’all cheesy
i took a hundred k to hutch and told him freeze me (let’s get it), huh
say he want smoke, we be at his throat, huh
know he really don’t, we be at his door, huh
yeah, we took some l’s, but we want some more, huh
[verse 3: damjonboi]
bad b+tches at my section, money on the floor, uh
i told boo that i was done with this rap sh+t, huh
few months went by, another tracklist, uh
in the club throwin’ money on a rap b+tch, uh
and this chopstick’ll make ’em do a backflip, uh
gotta get up out my city, man, these n+ggas weird
n+ggas k!lling over p+ssy that ain’t even theirs
i motivate the thugs like i’m jeezy (like i’m jeezy)
i can’t leave this sh+t alone, the streets need me
i’d be lyin’ if i say i ain’t f+ck up a lot of pape’ (uh)
n+ggas see them pushmasters and get out the way
buy some ‘woods, and get the f+ck up out my hood, ’cause this b+tch hot today

[verse 4: fettie & damjonboi]
slidin’ through my opps sill with a drac’, hope they out today
tell ’em p+ssies that they better not throw a shot this way
put ’em in that room, bet them n+ggas got a lot to say
your mans snitch, you rockin’ with him? we don’t rock that way
still screamin’ zone life, l block and hayes
(yes)

[outro: fettie]
say he want smoke, we be at his throat, huh
know he really don’t, we be at his door, huh
i motivate the thugs like i’m jeezy
i can’t leave this sh+t alone, the streets need me

- damjonboi lyrics

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