Celebrate
Popping the bubbly
Hitting the country
I give em something to celebrate
I give em something to celebrate
I give em something to celebrate
Popping the bubbly
Hitting the country
I give em something to celebrate
I give em something to celebrate
I give em something to celebrate
Hitting the beat like Ali
I float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
I only come round when there's something to see
But ain't nothing out here that's bigger than me
I hit like a MAC
Cary these songs on my back
Rewind the tape on the track, there goes my voice as a matter of fact
I'm praying to God it doesn't crack
Spitting hits like its on automatic
Killing the beat but ain't none of it tragic
Running it back like I made it on madden
Woah, who would have ever imagined
Crystal ball how I'm seeing it happen
Know that your feeling the passion
So high never crashing
Burning up, how I leave you in ashes
I took off so fast I put a hole in the sky
Pulled myself up to the top, you would have thought I could fly
Keep it a buck, keep it a buck fifty
Who you know who could fuck with me
Yell my name cause I done did it
Don't think that I'm done with it
Popping the bubbly
Hitting the country
I give em something to celebrate
I give em something to celebrate
I give em something to celebrate
Popping the bubbly
Hitting the country
I give em something to celebrate
I give em something to celebrate
I give em something to celebrate
Hitting the country
I give em something to celebrate
I give em something to celebrate
I give em something to celebrate
Popping the bubbly
Hitting the country
I give em something to celebrate
I give em something to celebrate
I give em something to celebrate
Hitting the beat like Ali
I float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
I only come round when there's something to see
But ain't nothing out here that's bigger than me
I hit like a MAC
Cary these songs on my back
Rewind the tape on the track, there goes my voice as a matter of fact
I'm praying to God it doesn't crack
Spitting hits like its on automatic
Killing the beat but ain't none of it tragic
Running it back like I made it on madden
Woah, who would have ever imagined
Crystal ball how I'm seeing it happen
Know that your feeling the passion
So high never crashing
Burning up, how I leave you in ashes
I took off so fast I put a hole in the sky
Pulled myself up to the top, you would have thought I could fly
Keep it a buck, keep it a buck fifty
Who you know who could fuck with me
Yell my name cause I done did it
Don't think that I'm done with it
Popping the bubbly
Hitting the country
I give em something to celebrate
I give em something to celebrate
I give em something to celebrate
Popping the bubbly
Hitting the country
I give em something to celebrate
I give em something to celebrate
I give em something to celebrate
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Writer(s): Frantz Saint-val
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