DJ Scream - National Champs lyrics

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DJ Scream - National Champs lyrics

(Intro) I had to take the seats out I had to put that bomb main interior in the Maybach, n***a She know you n***as monkey n***as She want a money makin’ mogul n***a Quit smilin’ like you know a n***a You ain’t no boss, how you owe a n***a (Verse 1) I’m the flame that the game needed Let y’all fiends use the same needle See my chain know the clique fatal I turned a dream into a record label Holdin’ my hammer, it get cold in the winter My lil n***as on fire, I f**s with no s** offenders Got all the b**hes, lyrics is vicious Taylor my bridges, reaminin’ consistent sponsored links I keep to myself, most neighbors be snitches I bought me a mansion, dope boy in the district Brick in the trunk, V-7 be movin Hundred black gaskets, in honor of b**by I’m shippin that boy, to my dawg in Detroit Let him run through the Chi’, oh me oh my Keepin’ it real, my n***as invented Beginnin’ to climb, your n***as descendin’ Brick haven, if a b**h hate Ma be mad how I’m ballin’ like I’m Nick Saban National champs, look at my rings Charlie Ward, I play for two teams DeMarcus Cousins, way of doing things Call it dirty money, look at all the joy it brings Gavin Maloof, Rick Ross, Mickey Harisson b**h I’m a f**in’ boss (Hook) Keep your enemies close (yay yay) Like the weed that you smoke (yay yay) Watch the words that you speak (yay yay) Leave that sh** in the streets (yay yay) (Verse 2) Your homie hatin’, want to see you home invaded Tweetin’ your location, got all these k**ers racin’ Meanwhile I’m sellin records, trynna move vinyl k**in’ like makin records, n***as wanna sign you Hit, hit, go make another hit Big advance for a n***a he could never get n***a hatin’ on me send his address to my gmail On my twitter bio why the f** you think it’s up there? f** your show n***a, I’ll f** your ho n***a You just a half a brick, I’m that whole n***a You a half a man, I’m a gold n***a So when you try me, I’mma throw n***a That’s all I can say (yay yay) Take ‘em to trial (yay yay) (Hook) Keep your enemies close (yay yay) Like the weed that you smoke (yay yay) Watch the words that you speak (yay yay) Leave that sh** in the streets (yay yay) Yay yay Yay yay Yay yay Yay yay

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