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Scrilla Gu - Champion (feat. Almighty Trill & Two Foe) Lyrics



Scrilla Gu - Champion (feat. Almighty Trill & Two Foe) Lyrics
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Yeah, nigga, know what the f*ck going on
Nigga, it's big TwoFoe, nigga, one of the biggest in the world, lil' nigga
You better step your game up, lil' nigga
Big TF
Baby, I'm the coldest, diamonds get the glowin
TF in this bitch, so you know it's heavy motion
Did this for the trenches, real niggas stay focused
Bad light skin from the bay, tryna put that pussy on me
If them pussies wanna kill me, tell them put a million on me
I'm some where, in MIA., with a lot of chicken on me
Scat pack, wide body, SRT, Trill, slidin
Hit a lick with my mans, get the bread, then divide it
Seen a flash out the blrrt, now mama, out here cryin
If it ain't about a dollar, then you just wasting your time
See a lot of niggas snitch, when they heard they gettin' time
They said they ain't see me makin' it, tell them niggas they was blind
Different airlines when we flyin', bitch, we landin' at a mansion
I ain't gotta sign a deal to get a Carti or a Patek
I ain't talking KFC, but my watch cost a chicken
Bad bitch mixin' dope in the kitchen
Gotta watch for the snakes, these niggas, they be snitchin
Gainin' all this weight, all the pounds, I been flippin
Buy a bitch a bag, I can't really call it trickin
I'm really havin' racks in this bitch, I ain't trippin
Get the head from your bitch watchin' The Simpsons
Lookin' at my bank account, and it get ridiculous
But I don't skateboard, and I don't chase whores
I'm at a quarter million, nigga, I'm tryna make more
And I ain't got a bitch, nigga, I'm tryna take yours
Bitch, we deep in that water, we hopped off the porch
Choppers hot, they scorchin
Shout out slatt, they scorin
All these 4s, we pourin
State to state, we tourin
Ksubi denim, money in 'em
Drop the low, they come and get him
Pick your kids up from they school like we babysit them
I can get ten, gone in two, I ain't playin' with them
I be at your bitch house more than you, it's like I'm stayin' with her
Lot of bottles, no shots
Lot of bitches, no thots
Put a coolant on the AR, shoot it till it's hot
Smokin' on the exotic tree, all my bitches top notch
Car look like a autobot, can't even fit in the parking spot
Lately, I been thinkin' to myself, how you get this great
Niggas wont even go half on the food, but try to steal your plate
Wide body, hear it skate
Nigga, how much you make today
Six-four, stand on my money, now I'm seven-eight
Dolce shoes cost a fortune, he a ho, I'ma extort him
She a freak, I'm a record her, plugged in, Time Warner
In this bitch sweatin' off the Perkys like I'm in the gym
She like how you just get 5K out of one ATM
How you do that
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Yeah, nigga, know what the f*ck going on
Nigga, it's big TwoFoe, nigga, one of the biggest in the world, lil' nigga
You better step your game up, lil' nigga
Big TF
Baby, I'm the coldest, diamonds get the glowin
TF in this bitch, so you know it's heavy motion
Did this for the trenches, real niggas stay focused
Bad light skin from the bay, tryna put that pussy on me
If them pussies wanna kill me, tell them put a million on me
I'm some where, in MIA., with a lot of chicken on me
Scat pack, wide body, SRT, Trill, slidin
Hit a lick with my mans, get the bread, then divide it
Seen a flash out the blrrt, now mama, out here cryin
If it ain't about a dollar, then you just wasting your time
See a lot of niggas snitch, when they heard they gettin' time
They said they ain't see me makin' it, tell them niggas they was blind
Different airlines when we flyin', bitch, we landin' at a mansion
I ain't gotta sign a deal to get a Carti or a Patek
I ain't talking KFC, but my watch cost a chicken
Bad bitch mixin' dope in the kitchen
Gotta watch for the snakes, these niggas, they be snitchin
Gainin' all this weight, all the pounds, I been flippin
Buy a bitch a bag, I can't really call it trickin
I'm really havin' racks in this bitch, I ain't trippin
Get the head from your bitch watchin' The Simpsons
Lookin' at my bank account, and it get ridiculous
But I don't skateboard, and I don't chase whores
I'm at a quarter million, nigga, I'm tryna make more
And I ain't got a bitch, nigga, I'm tryna take yours
Bitch, we deep in that water, we hopped off the porch
Choppers hot, they scorchin
Shout out slatt, they scorin
All these 4s, we pourin
State to state, we tourin
Ksubi denim, money in 'em
Drop the low, they come and get him
Pick your kids up from they school like we babysit them
I can get ten, gone in two, I ain't playin' with them
I be at your bitch house more than you, it's like I'm stayin' with her
Lot of bottles, no shots
Lot of bitches, no thots
Put a coolant on the AR, shoot it till it's hot
Smokin' on the exotic tree, all my bitches top notch
Car look like a autobot, can't even fit in the parking spot
Lately, I been thinkin' to myself, how you get this great
Niggas wont even go half on the food, but try to steal your plate
Wide body, hear it skate
Nigga, how much you make today
Six-four, stand on my money, now I'm seven-eight
Dolce shoes cost a fortune, he a ho, I'ma extort him
She a freak, I'm a record her, plugged in, Time Warner
In this bitch sweatin' off the Perkys like I'm in the gym
She like how you just get 5K out of one ATM
How you do that
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