Champange Showers (feat. T.Y.)
Yea Yea
Champagne showers all these bitches look alike
Neck Piece on bling bitch turn off the lights
Fuck Being the plug bitch I use my drugs
Fuck being a ten im a one of one
All this tension in the air they want me dead
Heard them niggas put some paper on my head
Never been the type to run I never fled
Big shot full of red Im on a Percocet
Hide why would I hide
Got demons round me praying for a homicide
Smoking pressure we just praying we survive
The gang just walk in this bitch someone hit the lights
I don't sip moet bitch I just poor it out
Put my rag in that bitch nigga molotov
Stomp a pussy nigga out Mazal Tov
I don't want no pussy wassup with the mouth
All this paper out here nigga you should get you some
All these drugs sitting round me in this spinning room
All these muddy BigShots all these cookie blunts
All these bitches be the same nigga get you one
Champagne showers all these bitches look alike
Neck Piece on bling bitch turn off the lights
Fuck Being the plug bitch I use my drugs
Fuck being a ten im a one of one
All this tension in the air they want me dead
Heard them niggas put some paper on my head
Never been the type to run I never fled
Big shot full of red Im on a Percocet
Look narcotic in my system I just flashed on a nigga
Make a bitch start crying like a movie when its ending,
First class to the back I got lean on the runway
Move work like Im Mitch and my hoe look like Beyonce
Hit on the dice game and went and flooded my neck and wrist
I went bought more choppas cuz I heard that they wanna kill me
I been on the Percocet just floating above the ceiling
I won't ever get tired from all this drug dealing
I can fuck you on the low but if you tell somebody I won't fuck you any more
My blood exotic you can't find em like me any more
Only exotic La chronic ship it straight to my woes
If you aint gang nigga you getting taxed on every ounce
Im with your main thing she gave me brain and I made her bounce
Im in the coupe driving like im running from the cops
And all this champagne on these bitches can't tell em apart
Champagne showers all these bitches look alike
Neck Piece on bling bitch turn off the lights
Fuck Being the plug bitch I use my drugs
Fuck being a ten im a one of one
All this tension in the air they want me dead
Heard them niggas put some paper on my head
Never been the type to run I never fled
Big shot full of red Im on a Percocet
Champagne showers all these bitches look alike
Neck Piece on bling bitch turn off the lights
Fuck Being the plug bitch I use my drugs
Fuck being a ten im a one of one
All this tension in the air they want me dead
Heard them niggas put some paper on my head
Never been the type to run I never fled
Big shot full of red Im on a Percocet
Hide why would I hide
Got demons round me praying for a homicide
Smoking pressure we just praying we survive
The gang just walk in this bitch someone hit the lights
I don't sip moet bitch I just poor it out
Put my rag in that bitch nigga molotov
Stomp a pussy nigga out Mazal Tov
I don't want no pussy wassup with the mouth
All this paper out here nigga you should get you some
All these drugs sitting round me in this spinning room
All these muddy BigShots all these cookie blunts
All these bitches be the same nigga get you one
Champagne showers all these bitches look alike
Neck Piece on bling bitch turn off the lights
Fuck Being the plug bitch I use my drugs
Fuck being a ten im a one of one
All this tension in the air they want me dead
Heard them niggas put some paper on my head
Never been the type to run I never fled
Big shot full of red Im on a Percocet
Look narcotic in my system I just flashed on a nigga
Make a bitch start crying like a movie when its ending,
First class to the back I got lean on the runway
Move work like Im Mitch and my hoe look like Beyonce
Hit on the dice game and went and flooded my neck and wrist
I went bought more choppas cuz I heard that they wanna kill me
I been on the Percocet just floating above the ceiling
I won't ever get tired from all this drug dealing
I can fuck you on the low but if you tell somebody I won't fuck you any more
My blood exotic you can't find em like me any more
Only exotic La chronic ship it straight to my woes
If you aint gang nigga you getting taxed on every ounce
Im with your main thing she gave me brain and I made her bounce
Im in the coupe driving like im running from the cops
And all this champagne on these bitches can't tell em apart
Champagne showers all these bitches look alike
Neck Piece on bling bitch turn off the lights
Fuck Being the plug bitch I use my drugs
Fuck being a ten im a one of one
All this tension in the air they want me dead
Heard them niggas put some paper on my head
Never been the type to run I never fled
Big shot full of red Im on a Percocet
Credits
Writer(s): Nathaniel Holden
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