Just got my clothes from the tailor
The thrift shop
This songs for all of the haters
Wish wash
Scrub you off like dirt
Whoa
Washin with the Pert
Yup
Talk with me I flirt
Yeah yeah yeah
Caught hanging out with the wrong ones
Down in the whip
Gonna go pick up some long John's
Cause it's cold as shit
C-c-cold got me grabbin my dick
F-f-flow stack em up like bricks
Stick in the mud
Pain in my ass
You think it's fun
To be cutting grass
Chop chop
Paid in the minimum
Look at the pinical
Snorting your ritalin
You think your innocent
This shit is critical
I Came from the prairies
Dosa
Chip on my shoulder
Hold up
Came from the bottom
Told ya
Now in the range
Rover
Packin a bag
I'm gone
You said that I can't
Come on
You said you were right
You wrong
With hits like this
I'm on
Key's on my lanyard
I set the standard uh
(Settin the standard)
Cut all the slander cause my names on banner's uh
(Billboards)
Tell all the haters that I'm gettin paper now
(Getting that bread)
And I'm talkin money I'm not talking paper towel
Black jean's with the denim coat
You can get it now but you don't want the smoke
Tryna ride my wave but this my boat
Wanna take the stage but this my show
Ya uh
Black sweater three stripes on my feet
(Rover)
Two brothers it's Benjamin on the beat
(I'm gone)
Heisenberg and Pinkman on this shit
(Come on)
Ya it's chemistry like no other bitch
I Came from the prairies
Dosa
Chip on my shoulder
Hold up
Came from the bottom
Told ya
Now in the range
Rover
Packin a bag
I'm gone
You said that I can't
Come on
You said you were right
You wrong
With hits like this
I'm on
Let a lotta local women in my booth
To show them all that this the beat that I abuse
Maybe they can take a walk inside my shoe's
Riding in my whip one fifty's what I cruze
The mind of a champion
They are a fan of him
Cannot stay mad at him
He's got the plan again
I Came from the prairies
Dosa
Chip on my shoulder
Hold up
Came from the bottom
Told ya
Now in the range
Rover
Packin a bag
I'm gone
You said that I can't
Come on
You said you were right
You wrong
With hits like this
I'm on
Benjamin Rees - Champion (feat. Zane) Lyrics
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Just got my clothes from the tailor
The thrift shop
This songs for all of the haters
Wish wash
Scrub you off like dirt
Whoa
Washin with the Pert
Yup
Talk with me I flirt
Yeah yeah yeah
Caught hanging out with the wrong ones
Down in the whip
Gonna go pick up some long John's
Cause it's cold as shit
C-c-cold got me grabbin my dick
F-f-flow stack em up like bricks
Stick in the mud
Pain in my ass
You think it's fun
To be cutting grass
Chop chop
Paid in the minimum
Look at the pinical
Snorting your ritalin
You think your innocent
This shit is critical
I Came from the prairies
Dosa
Chip on my shoulder
Hold up
Came from the bottom
Told ya
Now in the range
Rover
Packin a bag
I'm gone
You said that I can't
Come on
You said you were right
You wrong
With hits like this
I'm on
Key's on my lanyard
I set the standard uh
(Settin the standard)
Cut all the slander cause my names on banner's uh
(Billboards)
Tell all the haters that I'm gettin paper now
(Getting that bread)
And I'm talkin money I'm not talking paper towel
Black jean's with the denim coat
You can get it now but you don't want the smoke
Tryna ride my wave but this my boat
Wanna take the stage but this my show
Ya uh
Black sweater three stripes on my feet
(Rover)
Two brothers it's Benjamin on the beat
(I'm gone)
Heisenberg and Pinkman on this shit
(Come on)
Ya it's chemistry like no other bitch
I Came from the prairies
Dosa
Chip on my shoulder
Hold up
Came from the bottom
Told ya
Now in the range
Rover
Packin a bag
I'm gone
You said that I can't
Come on
You said you were right
You wrong
With hits like this
I'm on
Let a lotta local women in my booth
To show them all that this the beat that I abuse
Maybe they can take a walk inside my shoe's
Riding in my whip one fifty's what I cruze
The mind of a champion
They are a fan of him
Cannot stay mad at him
He's got the plan again
I Came from the prairies
Dosa
Chip on my shoulder
Hold up
Came from the bottom
Told ya
Now in the range
Rover
Packin a bag
I'm gone
You said that I can't
Come on
You said you were right
You wrong
With hits like this
I'm on
The thrift shop
This songs for all of the haters
Wish wash
Scrub you off like dirt
Whoa
Washin with the Pert
Yup
Talk with me I flirt
Yeah yeah yeah
Caught hanging out with the wrong ones
Down in the whip
Gonna go pick up some long John's
Cause it's cold as shit
C-c-cold got me grabbin my dick
F-f-flow stack em up like bricks
Stick in the mud
Pain in my ass
You think it's fun
To be cutting grass
Chop chop
Paid in the minimum
Look at the pinical
Snorting your ritalin
You think your innocent
This shit is critical
I Came from the prairies
Dosa
Chip on my shoulder
Hold up
Came from the bottom
Told ya
Now in the range
Rover
Packin a bag
I'm gone
You said that I can't
Come on
You said you were right
You wrong
With hits like this
I'm on
Key's on my lanyard
I set the standard uh
(Settin the standard)
Cut all the slander cause my names on banner's uh
(Billboards)
Tell all the haters that I'm gettin paper now
(Getting that bread)
And I'm talkin money I'm not talking paper towel
Black jean's with the denim coat
You can get it now but you don't want the smoke
Tryna ride my wave but this my boat
Wanna take the stage but this my show
Ya uh
Black sweater three stripes on my feet
(Rover)
Two brothers it's Benjamin on the beat
(I'm gone)
Heisenberg and Pinkman on this shit
(Come on)
Ya it's chemistry like no other bitch
I Came from the prairies
Dosa
Chip on my shoulder
Hold up
Came from the bottom
Told ya
Now in the range
Rover
Packin a bag
I'm gone
You said that I can't
Come on
You said you were right
You wrong
With hits like this
I'm on
Let a lotta local women in my booth
To show them all that this the beat that I abuse
Maybe they can take a walk inside my shoe's
Riding in my whip one fifty's what I cruze
The mind of a champion
They are a fan of him
Cannot stay mad at him
He's got the plan again
I Came from the prairies
Dosa
Chip on my shoulder
Hold up
Came from the bottom
Told ya
Now in the range
Rover
Packin a bag
I'm gone
You said that I can't
Come on
You said you were right
You wrong
With hits like this
I'm on
Writer: Benjamin MacDonad, Zane MacDonald
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Benjamin Rees
Language: English
Length: 2:30
Written by: Benjamin MacDonad, Zane MacDonald