Rick Ross - Champagne Moments (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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Rick Ross - Champagne Moments (en) şarkı sözleri
by RentAnAdviser.com
Fish tanks and marble floors,
livin' big and bad
Niggas laugh until they hit
with my official jab
Crack smoke is the exhaust
from my pen and pad
Ghostwriters, they get to floss
what you could’ve had
Record label takin' a loss,
are you in your bag?
You a worker wantin' to chart,
don’t make me laugh
Get to mine, tell by my watch,
this a different time
Livin' fine, I'm gettin' high
as your shit decline
Who believes he movin' keys
in his Louis V's?
Run up on you and snatch your chain,
watch you bitches bleed
Feel the pain or just describe
where you really ride
Either you niggas gettin'
money or ready to die
B-I-G or give a fuck if you Chi-Ali
You got it and you keep it
tucked if you be by me
Do the job, better known
as the Charles Schwab
Double R's spread through the
yard, and I swear to God
Pop a Perc’ for the feel,
go and count me a mil’
Kill you niggas for free,
do it all for the thrill
Niggas leakin' they records
when we speakin’ directly
If we keepin' it gangster, when
you see me, you check me
White boy, I see you, I see you
Yeah, check
Gettin' bullied, don't walk up on
me ’cause the clip is fully
Niggas pussy, don't want to push me,
I'm like, "Really, would he?"
Like his moves, but he never
had to fight in school
Always ran, another nigga had
to write your grooves
Flow is copy-and-paste, Weezy
gave you the juice
Another white boy at the park
wanna hang with the crew
Pulitzer Prize winner switchin'
up like dyed denim
Get incentives for all the killings
while we ride rentals
Look me right in my face,
he beginnin' to shake
Told you niggas "Stay schemin',
" I predicted my fate
"Got more money than you,"
fuck you want me to say?
Fifty mil' for the crib, where
you want me to stay?
I could shoot up the block,
I got pictures to paint
Let you DM my ho, but got
bitches you can't
Let you get on my songs, it
was good for your face
Now, bitch nigga, it's on,
ain't no room for debate
Pop a Perc' for the feel,
go and count me a mil'
Niggas leakin' they records
when we speakin' directly
By the way, I got a lot of
respect for a lot of rappers,
but I got one guy
He's my favorite person to rap with
on any song, his name is Rick Ross
You ain't never want to be
a nigga anyway, nigga
That's why you had an operation
to make your nose smaller than
your father nose, nigga
I unfollowed you, nigga, 'cause you
sent the motherfuckin' cease-and-
desist to French Montana, nigga
You sent the police, nigga,
hated on my dog project
That wasn't the same white boy that
I seen, nigga, when we were makin'
them early records, nigga
When you were happy to be 'round
niggas, seein' niggas
holdin' them sticks, yeah
You owe motherfuckin' Stunna
your life, nigga
Give Weezy some more money, nigga
Give Rap-A-Lot some more money, nigga
White boy
Yeah, biggest
It's Rozay, nigga
We can do it how you wanna do it,
where you wanna do it, any time
you wanna do it, I'm ready
I'm ready, white boy, huh?
I know you got your Dockers on
with no underwear, white boy
Yeah, you had that surgery,
that six-pack gone
That's why you wearin' that
funny shit at your show,
you can't hide it, nigga
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