2Eleven
2Eleven - Champion songtekst
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Make the niggers wanna copy us We ain't like the rest og them Baby ain't it obvious Proudly be the... Let me tell them I'm the shit None of them show up To the audience Holler in the mother fucker Make him call the fire men I stack it up and go... For the niggers less confident Like I said it ain't gonna stoppin' us All I do is make hits Part of you don't know how to miss I'm fucking... The city champion Show you niggers know how to win Bring them back Make them die for it We mean to get high again Bought the gift fly again Show me how they look like Tell me their blood type Chorus I wake up to get lied Cause I'm a champion To my brain Cause I'm a champion Got a lot of gold on my chain Cause I'm a champion We ain't like them hores We're counting Big money (repeats) Right black attitude Feeling like the best atall All I do is win Never... out So I'm also on my... I bring money to the table May sound... detergent to a label I still got the blood and I ain't talking but a cable All these rappers Ain't nothing but a hey-ho Be champion Welcome to the late show The most just to make niggers hate more Every day I make... Every day I get paid With the flow Another homicide You keep up about affiliation Never had an alibi Big money Type of shit you niggers fantasies Enough is never Never satisfied Chorus Hall of faim... Niggers know I bought a hore Bitchin' me a pussy I'm... I ain't talking about her homework Got rocks in the chain You can sell it nigger It's probably why you're girl just... I'm sticking to the PIMP called: We love hores Have some boy like the homey... From that old black Gucci Always fresh so you know I sty fly I never gonna land it's like I'm living in the sky G5 now high like them better when they... My girl got a girl and I ain't even go why I make money when I'm sleeping I wake up on a crime calling up these niggers... Chorus