Lil Mosey - Champion (Turn Off) lyrics
Lil Mosey [Lathan Moses Stanley Echols] Seattle, Washington, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Mosey - Champion Turn Off lyrics]
(ForeignGotEm)
I don't like, "Turn off"
So you went on record then to tell 'em
"Hold on"
Cause I done been here for a minute
I could go on
Let you know I had a scene, guys
I'll hold on i ain't tryna make a scene
I got infatuated by modern
Girls and finer things
But that's what happens when you young
And wiped up out the rain
And I ain't gon' lie, I ain't chase girls
I still feel the same
My brother said when he get out of jail
He tryna be just like mе
Said he tryna move out to LA
And make his wrist icy
And you might feel thе same way I did
But that's unlikely
He said, "Fuck it, I want Balenciagas
And Gucci, " he said, "Fuck Nike"
And it was hard to get off them Xans
But I know that shit gon' fuck me up
Gon' fuck up my bands
Like, how you think I'd feel if I
Went from a Lamb' to a Benz?
And this journey was so long
Had to cut off a bunch of my friends
Had to cut off a bunch of my friends
This famous bitch, one time
Tried to fuck with my feelings
But this girl with no Instagram
I swear she was the realest
These Internet bad hoes
I can't refer to them as women
'Cause I know they wouldn't
Really fuck with me
If my racks wasn't to the ceiling
And they don't treat theyself right
How you gon' go out the club and
Leave your kid by himself all night?
That shit just don't sound right
And I know you tryna get a check
But it's other ways around that
Cause my momma raised three kids by
Herself and she ain't do
Off on your own, own, own
That's how you feel when you pull
Up in that Rolls, oh, oh
I don't like, "Turn off"
So you went on record then to tell 'em
"Hold on"
Cause I done been here for a minute
I could go on
Let you know I had a scene, guys
I'll hold on i ain't tryna make a scene
I got infatuated by modern
Girls and finer things
But that's what happens when you young
And wiped up out the rain
And I ain't gon' lie, I ain't chase girls
I still feel the same
My brother said when he get out of jail
He tryna be just like mе
Said he tryna move out to LA
And make his wrist icy
And you might feel thе same way I did
But that's unlikely
He said, "Fuck it, I want Balenciagas
And Gucci, " he said, "Fuck Nike"
And it was hard to get off them Xans
But I know that shit gon' fuck me up
Gon' fuck up my bands
Like, how you think I'd feel if I
Went from a Lamb' to a Benz?
And this journey was so long
Had to cut off a bunch of my friends
Had to cut off a bunch of my friends
This famous bitch, one time
Tried to fuck with my feelings
But this girl with no Instagram
I swear she was the realest
These Internet bad hoes
I can't refer to them as women
'Cause I know they wouldn't
Really fuck with me
If my racks wasn't to the ceiling
And they don't treat theyself right
How you gon' go out the club and
Leave your kid by himself all night?
That shit just don't sound right
And I know you tryna get a check
But it's other ways around that
Cause my momma raised three kids by
Herself and she ain't do
Off on your own, own, own
That's how you feel when you pull
Up in that Rolls, oh, oh