lirik lagu champion la deceased – banshee
[intro]
champion….la….deceased ooooh!
[chorus]
pull up in a four door beamer
b-tch hoppin’ in and she got no sneakers
blasting bankroll on my muthaf-ckin’ speakers
by the way i f-ckin’ dress you might think i’m the reaper, (ah hah)
b-tch you ain’t got no flex
b-tch b-tch you ain’t got no flex, (no flex)
b-tch you ain’t got no flex
b-tch b-tch you ain’t got no flex, (no flex)
[verse #1]
i got the peanut b-tter louis on my belt
with the glock forty gang ready to pelt
karate chop bricks cause i’m rockin’ black felts
i am top of the line, nickname roosevelt, (yah)
ya’lllllll pop melatonin cause you sleeping on me, (zzzzzz)
my grandpa still rockin’ ex-kgb
i was formed in the depths of the black sea
and i emerged as a walker not a banshee, (pew)
i represent this town b-tch
one wrong move and you down snitch
rolex on my wrist i’m not rich
ice so cold locked in a fridge, (in a fridge)
now i’m blastin’ down to cartier, (burrrr)
picked two stones for my mami eh
two years making my music with ye
and i’m stacking these bands imma spend it anyway, (imma spend it anyway)
[verse #2]
swingin’ from side to side, (side to side)
the henny the polar is guiding my stride
i ain’t got no slips i ain’t got downsides
and when you with me hell its do or die, (do or die)
watch how you walk boy, (brrt)
cause if you be caught in them corduroys
i’ll chip chop (say these three words before quickly) you up like some bok choy
imma lock you in a locker you schoolboy, (dumb schoolboy)
(p-)pourin’ some cough syrup down in my cup, (pour it up)
chuckin’ the sprite to see it catch up
i bring that shit down to a pub or a club
and if you with squad then i’ll offer it up, (offer it up)
champion la deceased yeah you know what, (huh)
my hair used to look like a chestnut
but then i bossed up and took no shortcuts
so remember my name when you talk mutt, (mutt)
[chorus]
pull up in a four door beamer
b-tch hoppin’ in and she got no sneakers
blasting bankroll on my muthaf-ckin’ speakers
by the way i f-ckin’ dress you might think i’m the reaper, (ah hah)
b-tch you ain’t got no flex
b-tch b-tch you ain’t got no flex, (no flex)
b-tch you ain’t got no flex
b-tch b-tch you ain’t got no flex, (no flex)
the government losing all sight of its hope, (yah)
the chaos is coming i can’t seem to cope
i feel like i’m slashin’ a gucci tightrope
the murdered black audi lookin’ like a rhino, (flex)
sending mixed signals from town to town, (rich)
you blowin’ balloons yeah you is a clown
and if you don’t know how to hold it down
then deceased will come and f-ckin’ shut you down, (pussy)
(come on pussy)
(yuh)
(pull up in a four door beamer)
(pull up in a four door beamer)
(pull up in a four door beamer hrrraaaah)
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