ฟังเพลงChampions 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 ni**a chatting sh*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 cannabis

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 sh*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 ni**a, bravo

I told niggas like Fargo

Heard you dropped something, where the chart though?

Drop tops, fast cars oh

Taking off the roof like Pablo

F**k them niggas, 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 niggas 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 hoes sh*t, they ain't tricking me

You niggas buying, buying like Ribery

Man a hoe 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 niggas on it

That's what I call jet black

They locked bro, ni**a free Atz

Now my ni**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