Champions League

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Aggression

Yeah

Aggression

You know my ting already

They ain't gotta ask me 'cause they know what my pattern is

Big batty girl

She wanna have my kids

My bread's up

I've got a pocket full of sandwiches

In the 7 with the savages

I got something here for any n***a chatting s**t

Straight jeans

Can the cannon fit

I won a mobo once

Got the hang of it

Now there's five in the cabinet

I'm stressed out

I fill the rizla with some ****

Apple juice and a pack of crisps

I just came off a jet

I've been travelling

Getting head on the plane

She was talented

Your man ain't nothing like us

Don't be mad at him

Pool on the roof

I just had a swim

Big man stunting on the gram like you're cashing in

Still living with your mum

How embarrassing

Probably why these girls wanna swallow us

I got more money than followers

What you thinking lil idiots is stopping us

My car foreign like some foreigners

Helicopter to the show

Fly by traffic

Say you've got keys

Think you're like khaled

Think you're stunting on me

What

With my balance

Bro your chain looks light

What's that

9 karat

Be easy

You know how my friends get

You can ask charlie or semtex

'Cause this is champion league s**t

You ain't even in the prem yet

Thirty bottles in the club

I know

What a waste

Said she got a man but they're on a break

Man know how I operate

Yeah we rap but me and you are not the same

Shout out to the one that said I can't blow

Now I bet you're feeling like an arsehole

25th floor in a bathrobe

F**king hell

We did it n***a

Bravo

I told n***as like fargo

Heard you dropped something

Where the chart though

Drop tops

Fast cars oh

Taking off the roof like pablo

F**k them n***as

They ain't real as us

You wanna roll

You ain't lit enough

My house so high

I'll bun the wiz

About to rain a minute before the rest of the city does

All these rappers think they've got the sauce out

'Til I drop a new tune

Take the sauce back

Why they getting heavy on the ball sack

Let the phone ring

You'll never get a call back

Man these n***as must be getting sick of me

Me and your babymum got history

Man the hood can't get rid of me

Still skrr

Skrr around tickle me

Ain't buying h*es s**t

They ain't tricking me

You n***as buying

Buying like ribery

Man a h*e couldn't get a kiss off me

I heard you had to buy a tiffany

Yeah we had a couple setbacks

Went gold

Got a fresh plaque

G4 full of n***as on it

That's what I call jet black

They locked bro

N***a free atz

Now my n***a tryna get a deep cat

When I was broke

Couldn't relax

Rain or the storms

I was tryna make a g sack

You understand

Play dirty every f**king time man