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อัลบั้ม Championships

ศิลปิน Meek Mill

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Intro (Explicit) - Meek Mill

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

In the championship championship

We was down 3-1

Yeah

I can feel it coming in the air tonight

Champions of the United States oh Lord

And I've been waiting for this moment for all my life

Yeah

Turn me up cruz oh Lord ah

Bombin' on any of them n***as that want the smoke

Woo

N***a this a big boy Phantom

This ain't a ghost it ain't

Had to take the way from them n***as

And now they toast f**k 'em

They ain't have no sympathy for me when I was broke

Amen amen

Lord forgive me Lord forgive me

For all my sins all my sins

Took so many riches just to get a Benz

Get a Benz

Pray for my n***as

All my n***as

All my friends

Yeah

In the trenches warring with killas

We been getting it in

Ah

32 shots in my new glock

Yeah

N***as wanna hit me like I'm 2pac yeah

Bad b***h f**k me in my gucci tube socks yeah

Member when I spit my re up on a oowop woah

Your favorite rapper a mumble rapper

Walk up in this b***h

A bunch of killers and humble trappers

I can go to Hollywood

To court in this jungle action

With n***as that'll smoke you go

And murder your brother

Whoa big dog n***a

I'm a big dog big dog

Streets said they need that d**e they having withdrawals

I put on my yellow diamonds when I'm pissed off

I'm so rich that I can't even f**k a b***h raw whoa

Whoa

Do you know the feeling

Do you

Being irritated 'cause you gotta count a million

All this f**king money I ain't got no time for chilling

We too rich to look like this

To all that killing and drug dealing

You my n***a I f**k with you

We gon' thug it out

Say it's beef

We going to war

N***a let's slug it out

Be back whoop we at your door

Blood in your f**king house

I heard your daddy was a rat

So you a f**king mouse n***a n***a

Pouring champagne 'cause all my n***as dead n***as dead

If they ain't in the graveyard then they in the feds feds

I give a f**k if that crown heavy

Put it on my head

Put it on

Take it to the jeweler bust it down

Before I wear it

Yeah

Whew 'cause I'm a king just Martin Luther Martin Luther

I ain't a hater

F**k my b***h n***a I salute ya salute

I be flying jet and chopper like that s**t was uber

We finally made it out them trenches n***a hallelujah whoa

Balling like a hot boy

Diamonds dancing on me more than JB

Blocboy

Blocboy

I'm a boss

I'm the one that call the shots boy shots

You a thottie I won't cuff you like a cop w***e

No way like

Ooh I just cashed out

How the f**k you turn a bando to a glass house

How the f**k you get a two to four and bail out

Got your favorite instagram b***h with her a*s out hey

Make her touch her toes

Make her touch her toes

Touch it touch it

Run up like a milli' off a couple shows

Run it up

Trappin' at the waldorf

We just f**kin' hoes

And they lovin' that chanel

They gon' sell they souls yeah

Running through the gutter

I ain't never bowl running

You would think this

Wheel Of fortune

How we selling

Oh yeah

Plug just called he got another load

He know I'ma get them sold

Leaning off that perc'

Young n***a still f**king all the baddest b***hes on earth

When I'm off in them trenches

I'm a hot boy like turk

Gun shot is itching in that glock boy that's work

You get popped p***y no twerk oh

N***a we trying to make that money machine break

'Chine break

Shoot up out that van like it's teammate

Teammate

N***a we used to trap up out that green gate

Gate

80s baby they cooked crack up in my DNA

Oh

Ooh scary hours

Walk outside the lear

They gon' let confetti shower

You knew what it was when they let me out it

Living like the plug n***a

I ain't selling powder now way now way

Big bag talking Santa Claus

Got 3 hoes off that molly ripping panties off panties off

Flying private to Dubai we off the Xanny bars

Ooh scary hours turn the cameras off please

Cameras off please off please off please off please

Off please

Off please

Off please

Off please

Off please

Off please

Off please

 

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