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up it in public - champflip93 lyrics

[intro]
oh
oh sh*t

[verse]
boy, listen up, i got some more truth to bless up on your ears
family locked in the pen, didn’t get no chance to listen to my peers
still i’m counting that money real high, run you over like a deer
i don’t even call that a roadk!ll, that’s simple ride out, i don’t know no fear
what the f*ck are you thinking? i drive while i od
spiders in my eyes, jumped off the porch, no time for your beef
i been too busy with counting up benjamins, i know 2 queers
they both share the same name, only difference is one of them junior
stashed thе money up in jupiter, that’s intergalactic tradе
this gas straight out of a new universe, i don’t dwell on the rate
extorted that thug ’cause he walk a lil funny, jus look at your face
if i took 57 lsd taps and topped it off with 7 grams of ketamine lines
and looked at a boar, it would remind me of you, get outta my sight
i walked in his function, and then i woke up
i went back to bed, i noticed i’m glowing
bet i’m getting too sick from all of this flowing
radioactive thug, don’t come close, i will maul you
took your mama to the mall, i’ll buy her whatever she wants
only ’cause her son is a bum, can’t afford half the sh*t that i’m on
this only to make a statement, show who ball out
not show and tell, your son is g*y, you should submit him for research, uh
i got a couple people really dwelling on that
how the f*ck is you born with a camel back?
you a genetic marvel, you was born r*t*rded
i bet if we dig a bit deeper we could find the cure
find the cure for these broke ass lames
how the f*ck you pushing 30’s and celebrate your grandfather’s g*y
i should go to the media, we should get articles related to your grave
but it wasn’t done by me, it was a tragic hostage scene
we should defund the police, said no rich player ever
i’ma keep sending ’em arms in hopes that they’ll pull you over
run your pockets, pad you down, claim you got a warrant out
off on bodycam, this ain’t for your safety, get down on the ground
you be looking like george floyd, some fentanyl*addicted bum
you be hitting on pregnant women, bro sure you want that son
you should do it like me, but nuh uh, you poor and i’m getting richer
my chain weigh more than your entire location, my neck holding up

- champflip93 lyrics

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