Peter Griffin

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 Im Making it spray Huh You haters can dip Talkin that smack Please Do not talk on my name I am borderline Insane, Im 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 Girl voice Oh my god are you champion? Oh my god you're like sooo hot! Im 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 niggas get to packin Cuz while I'm here I'm finna TURN UP! Bitch TURN UP! YEAH TURN UP! IM FINNA TURN UP! BITCH TURN UP! IM FINNA TURN UP! BITCH TURN UP BITCH TURN UP BITCH!