The Champ - FT ME

Yeah

I do shit out of love baby, so don't you ever think you finessed me

I'm the type of brother who could talk a cat into water

Nah mean

You know

You too near me not to hear me baby

Lady of the night

Part 2

Flight Crew Ent

It's ya boy The Champ man

Uhn

Yeah

She don't be trippin if I don't pick up
She know I'm bout my grind, the lack of time, she know I make up
Yeah, Early in the morning, I count my cake up
I say a prayer, brush my teeth and then I bake up
Yeah, she used to lames until she met me
She independent, ain't for the games, this ain't sneak link
You see, if she bout that bag and she good company
I'm more inclined to keep her round, yeah that's my lady
Let's travel round the world, I know you tired of the city
Ahead of our time, we living like we in 2050
She's one of kind, the know the ladies love Uncle Skinny
She on my mind, from time to time, serendipity
Her skin smooth, long hair, Lady Of The Night
She don't need me, but she want me, yeah that's my type
And when I'm digging her out, she don't put up a fight
And after I roll me up joint, she passes me the light

Yeah

Yeah, Grab ya lighter, you might need to flick it

This some shit you gotta take ya time wit

This grind is addictive, I'm the one that she spending her time with
I come through with impeccable timing,
Forever my lady, right beside me

Written by:
Kenneth Dandridge

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