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frostydasnowmann – champion lyrics

[intro: 1takejay]
(low the great)
wait, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up

[verse 1: 1takejay]
chanel feet, amiri jeans, bape shirt, this a light day
b+tches think they cute, b+tch, you ain’t even top eight
on my mama, she ain’t get no d+ck, but i got face
n+ggas always talkin’ ’bout what they coulda did
coulda f+cked your b+tch, coulda f+cked your mama, n+gga, what’s your point?
i’m on point, n+ggas still buyin’ champion, annoying

[verse 2: frostydasnowmann]
dusty+ass b+tch rockin’ champion, she boring
i’m on manchester ave slidin’ on the opps, i’m scoring
finna take a n+gga b+tch slidin’ in a super foreign
she ain’t charge up her cash app, ooh, d+mn, she boring
why this b+tch keep textin’ me talkin’ ’bout she h+rny?
had to kick her to the curb, told her go and get some money

[verse 3: 1takejay]
pick ’em up, f+ck, and make her catch the bus home
custom off+white bedsheets just to f+ck on
like an enemigo at the park, she got bust on
i don’t tell a b+tch to leave, i tell her get the f+ck on
[verse 4: frostydasnowmann]
b+tch, get the f+ck on, you already got bust on
b+tch, this gucci, louis v, don’t touch on me
i smell like money, b+tch, i got a hundred up on me
i’m finna up the score if you think you runnin’ up on me

[verse 5: 1takejay]
i just bought the store, now my mama really proud of me
i’m at your b+tch house every day like she adopted me
i’m gone in thirty minutes if she ain’t already toppin’ me
n+gga asked if i hit his b+tch, i said, “probably”
soul touchin’, i can make your mama feel it in her stomach
like a trampoline, when i call, i got your b+tch jumpin’
said i can’t f+ck if i don’t eat p+ssy, but i still f+ck
her n+gga made her share her location, but she still comin’

[chorus: 1takejay & frostydasnowmann]
her n+gga made her share her location, but she still comin’
d+ck, that’s the only thing she take, she gon’ steal somethin’
d2 b+tch, she ratchet, but this b+tch still runnin’
n+ggas buyin’ champion, why these n+ggas still bummin’?
n+ggas buyin’ champion, why these n+ggas still bummin’?
i just spit fifty out the uzi, n+ggas still runnin’
i just poured eight up out the lean like i spilled somethin’
city of the champions, n+gga, go and k!ll somethin’
[verse 6: 1takejay]
when i come around, n+ggas make they b+tch leave
i don’t know how tall she is, the b+tch always on her knees
keep these broke n+ggas out my face, i might sneeze, b+tch, please
on god, if you ain’t suckin’ d+ck, leave

[verse 7: frostydasnowmann]
you ain’t suckin’ d+ck, leave, i’ll make a b+tch bleed
spent eighty on a beam and stuffed eighty in my jeans
still bangin’ bt, thuggin’ on the backstreet
they gon’ walk past me, you get your ass beat, bop

[verse 8: 1takejay]
left the tag on my shirt, but i ain’t take it back
tryna let a copycat know he can’t afford that
take that benz back to enterprise, where your ford at?
christian louboutin, red bottoms on my feet, got these b+tches wantin’ d

[verse 9: frostydasnowmann]
f street, i’m the n+gga, ho, stop playin’ with me
bop, bleed ’em, got these b+tches wantin’ me, they need jesus
on my yeezus, got these b+tches runnin’ laps like adidas, bop, bleed ’em
you can call me hype trainer, b+tch, move

- frostydasnowmann lyrics

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