Jammi Champagne - Valenslime's Day Lyrics

Lace up your Nikes cause you bout to run
Niggas be shooting guns thinking its fun
Till they get hit in they back wit a slug
Now they screaming out "I got a son"
I'm bout that action get me on the ones
I got them hands and they hit like a gun
Talking that shit and you can't back it up
Ain't got a kid but you niggas my sons
Lace up your Nikes cause you bout to run
Niggas be shooting guns thinking its fun
Till they get hit in they back wit a slug
Now they screaming out "I got a son"
I'm bout that action get me on the ones
I got them hands and they hit like a gun
Talking that shit and you can't back it up
Ain't got a kid but you niggas my sons
I just copped 500 in 1's
Boutta go throw it up in the club
I ain't stuntin, man I'm just having fun
Make it back, Ima call it a dub
The girl that I want she as hot as the sun
I like f*ckin her cause we having fun
I ain't playin told her gimmie a son
Half of her face and her hair in a bun
I beat the pussy up just like it's a drum
Then I hit my baby up wit the tongue
Got her yellin out I'm boutta cum
Then she throw it back 20 and 1
Ain't got no grills my teeth shine like the sun
Pour up a 4th, yeah my day just begun
Dasani drip got me wet like a cup
Dasani drip got me wet like a cup
Got me clean like the soap and the suds
Shout out team we about to go dumb
If you real then you ride in the front
If you ain't you get left in the trunk
I ain't tired, coach ain't callin for subs
I call the plays, I'm the coach and the subs
Lace up your Nikes cause you bout to run
Niggas be shooting guns thinking its fun
Till they get hit in they back wit a slug
Now they screaming out "I got a son"
I'm bout that action get me on the ones
I got them hands and they hit like a gun
Talking that shit and you can't back it up
Ain't got a kid but you niggas my sons
Lace up your Nikes cause you bout to run
Niggas be shooting guns thinking its fun
Till they get hit in they back wit a slug
Now they screaming out "I got a son"
I'm bout that action get me on the ones
I got them hands and they hit like a gun
Talking that shit and you can't back it up
Ain't got a kid but you niggas my sons
Some of y'all cant tell a snake from a dawg
Some come from the gutter, some come from the mud
Ain't bout where you start its bout where you end up
Came a long way and I only begun
I wont stop until I count up a hun
Swipin left through these bills wit my thumb
I wont stop till I live in the sun
On an island, like I been on the run
Bad bitch let her hair out the bun
Rollie my wrist and more tats on my arm
Moschino cheetah print straight from Milan
Not a Italian but she call me the don
Lace me the beat Ima body these bars
Roll up the woods these ain't normal cigars
Just took a hit now I'm coolin on mars
I'm faded like a ghost in the sun
So high, I can dap up the stars
600 horses but this ain't a Rarr'
All of these horses, feel like its a barn
Ain't no keys, its a push it to start
Don't even know how to put it in park
Car foreign, got the trunk in the front
Lace up your Nikes cause you bout to run
Niggas be shooting guns thinking its fun
Till they get hit in they back wit a slug
Now they screaming out "I got a son"
I'm bout that action get me on the ones
I got them hands and they hit like a gun
Talking that shit and you can't back it up
Ain't got a kid but you niggas my sons
Lace up your Nikes cause you bout to run
Niggas be shooting guns thinking its fun
Till they get hit in they back wit a slug
Now they screaming out "I got a son"
I'm bout that action get me on the ones
I got them hands and they hit like a gun
Talking that shit and you can't back it up
Ain't got a kid but you niggas my sons