Peter Griffin - Championxiii

Yeah

(Yeah, yeah)

Champ

Aye y’all aint ready for this shit man

Look

Pockets on

Big big

Fat nigga

I got a couple of hoes

Who would come to my crib

Just to fuck for a snack nigga

Pockets on

Big big

Fat nigga

I got the records to prove

Whatever I say

I can make it a fact nigga

Bitch

Come and fuck wit me

I can make your day

Ask anybody you know

When they bring up champ

They’ll tell you that he

Do not play

Aye

Stick with a clip

Size of a drum

Like pussy I’m

Making it spray

Huh

You haters can dip

Talkin that smack

Please

Do not talk on my name

I am borderline

Insane (I'm borderline insane)

Starting hella

Flames

Shooting for the chest

I bet that shit

Gon leave a stain

I am borderline

Insane (borderline insane)

Living for this fame

Bitch

Promise you can’t tame this

Pockets on

Big big

Fat nigga

I got a couple of hoes

Who come to my crib

Just to fuck for a snack nigga

Pockets on

Big big

Fat nigga

I got the records to prove

Whatever I say

I can make it a fact nigga

Aye where I’m at

I’m at a show

And the crowd is packed

They passin a pack

I don’t smoke on that

Rather fuck me a bitch

Who gon run a lap

Fuck

I meant run a race

Cuz I need a bitch

Who gon beat a case

Cuz I’m tryna travel

To every state

And turn that hoe up

Bitch it’s no debate

«Oh my god are you champion?»

«Oh my god you’re like sooo hot!»

«I'm your biggest fan…»

«Can I like… suck your dick… pleaseee»

Nah bitch

Get the fuck off

My dick (bitch)

I don’t owe you hoes

Shit

Well…

Unless ya face need some kids

Then

I think I can make it happen

But

I’m just tryna get rich

So

I think Ima stick to rappin

But

All you nigga get to packin

Cuz while I’m here I’m finna

Turn up!

Bitch

Turn up!

Yeah turn up!

I’m finna turn up!

Bitch

Turn up!

I’m finna turn up!

Bitch turn up

Bitch turn up!

Bitch!