Lyrics:
We about to drop forty on your head
We about to drop forty on your head
In my pot, got a jay and it's blue
And it's dead
Want to be the champs, broke
Champ, uh, what?
Ch-ka-ch-ka-champ
Yea, mm
Lookin' for the, ha
Mama used to kick it off 181st
She was grindin' with my pops just to make it
What? Champ (Champ, Champ)
Ouu, yea, uh, what? (Yea)
Cool as a fan (Cool as a fan)
Nah, hell nah
You know what it is (Yea, uh)
Cool as a Ice Cube,
But they dress kind of sophisticated
Back you in a beef
Jiggle in them jeans
Still perv by your friends
I think I'm loving all this misbehaviour
It's
Lewko
I'm at the hotel on the champs
Élysées
She blowing me lord on the champs
Élysées
Hey shake that ass
Pop pop
I make you mine
Tat tat
Big slutty
The city of love
Feeling more famous than
The city of love
Bardot
Jeanne Moreau
Go out tonight
Steal the show
Père Lachaise
Le Marais
Balader down the Champs
Uncle Champ
(my Uncle Champ)
With my back against the wall
I'm the people's champ (champ)
Hey, I got stripes, no Mills Lanes
Switchin' both lanes
White
Almost fall had to catch my self aye
This shit sell itself
Now they can't put me on no shelf
Aye you say you the champ
But you don't even got no belt
a lotta them a whole lotta them
Get the picture straight you a heavyweight
Champ of the world
Champ of the world
Champ of the world
Champ of the world
Even
a champ (Yeah)
I' might just fall off in a trance
Got me thinking automatic
Feeling all the pains
I'm an addict I'm an addict (I'm an addict)
Whoo yea, play
on
They can't rap like this, I make racks like this
It's evident that them niggas couldn't trap like this
Send my runner up from seven then he's back by
gambled in Spain
An' I bet you ten dollars
That I'll beat you next game
I build me a cabin
On a mountain so high
So I can see Nelly
As she goes
with the Ruger, by the intersect sign
Hit 'em with a Tommy, so my niggas call me Pammy
And I always keep the jammy
In a truck or in a Lamby
Put my
when the girls go by is,
Why am I so fly
I don't know, but uh
[Chorus: x2]
I go by the name of Bow Weezy and,
All the other lil'homies be easy
Once the plastic blew
Five shots changed my whole life
Throats were slit
Niggas died by my orders when
I wrote this shit
Though we go back like wild
Yeah Yeah
Just like it’s crisco I’m poppin my shit
Heavyweight champ on my wrist
Limp like I’m walking wit a stick
Plane Jane is still boutta hit
flow so amazing, hot like Cajun
You fucking wit the champ
Pop corks on champ' like I just took the chip
Nigga took the stand when he could of took
flow so amazing, hot like Cajun
You fucking wit the champ
Pop corks on champ' like I just took the chip
Nigga took the stand when he could of took
a champ
And I'm a time by
Down up winner
With my apple in bed
Look out, pretty mama
I'm on the road again
I'm on the road again
(And you can do
just chillin' with Murph Dert!
Your girl's in the club, but feelin' on Murph Dert!
And half of these hoe's be askin' for Nelly team
I don't know where
And Nelly and Missy and Jigga
God damn, it's all a plan devised by the Man, it's a conspiracy
Against fake shit, and anybody who can't make hits or ain't
And Nelly and Missy and Jigga
God damn, it's all a plan devised by the Man, it's a conspiracy
Against fake shit, and anybody who can't make hits or ain't
ain't stoppin me dawg
Only time you left ya hood is on Monopoly boards
You grimey as birds shittin on the top of ya fords
You will, die by the gun
fucking merked by some lame
Heard he got it in the Range nigga Caine popped one in his brain
Over some-thang, took his watch and his chain
Country boys
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