Champagne Fever

Yeah
Do this for my city man
Huh

Don't get stretched
I still go out clubbing with my ex
Cause I'm too far fetched
And I got some Turks yeah
You ain't got no Turks yeah

Welcome to my turf
I see blood on the street
So don't come to my turf yeah
She got like 230 klips
And she wanna fuck
If I had 230 klips
Niggas know wassup

Cause I'm way too shiesty
Bitches know I'm shiesty
And she wore that lingerie
That shit don't entice me
I said all that fucken shit does not entice me
I don't know your man but he ain't like me
You don't even know me but you like me
I know couple niggas acting like me
And that's far fetched nigga

I wont lie
I have my doubts
And
I get stressed sometimes
But
I can't let it affect where I'm going
Who I am
Who I wanna be one day
I visualize myself as
Perfection

And I see Lil Tommy from the streets
And I got these niggas wishing that they got my beats but
I don't even fuck with these niggas from the East but
But they my G's

I still get that pussy like for free
Niggas think we balling but we clean
Charlie Sheen
Movies on the screen

All that shit full circle nigga
All that shit come in circle
All that shit full circle nigga
All that shit come in circle

Momma need a house
I still got my doubts
I still get my money from like 4 to 6 accounts
I still fuck that pussy like the first day when it counts yeah
I'm in route
Till I'm fucking out



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Writer(s): Michael Morema
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