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Correct Champagne Music Lyrics
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[Intro: Leslie Wright] I don't think the summer ready for this one Put the seat back, let the windows down Ride out, champagne music [Chorus: JID] Lights flashing, paparazzi pulls up with the camera flashing I must be the next shit, Kardashian asses Sweet ass cheeks, Yves Saint Laurent glasses Champagne Music Lights flashing, paparazzi pulls up with the camera flashing I must be the next shit, Kardashian asses Sweet ass cheeks, Yves Saint Laurent glasses Champagne Music [Verse 1: JID] Give me a round of applause, it's all in the wrist A couple of years too, and you'll ball like this I'm all like, kiss the diamonds on my dick Either way you pussies envy, 'cause I ball like swish And she all like (she all like), and we all like shit With her funny talking ass, my little D.C. bitch But little pretty girls in here like Wale in this bitch But little Jiddy came through, with the A in this bitch So you already know boy The flow is nasty like chlamydia and the cold saw I fuck with Earthgang, reside in the zone for But I'm an East side nigga, we use the chroma I'm at your dome like Shae's because you're fade I'm shady because they hated But at the end of the day, I knew I would fake and make it They came around with the crown And I knew I would fucking take it Like twelve year old ass and a forty year old rapist [Chorus: JID] Lights flashing, paparazzi pulls up with the camera flashing I must be the next shit, Kardashian asses Sweet ass cheeks, Yves Saint Laurent glasses Champagne Music Lights flashing, paparazzi pulls up with the camera flashing I must be the next shit, Kardashian asses Sweet ass cheeks, Yves Saint Laurent glasses Champagne Music [Verse 2: JID] I told the world I'm coming, so tighten up like a boa constrictor I'm making my rap homicide, and you were the victim The first forty-eight, I put two in the witnesses And the same happen to you, if you happen to witness I'm on this track like (track like) yeah I'm deeper or something And I do give a damn, like a beaver or something Wait, 'cause I ain't fronting This money and weed that make sure that a nigga function This is real talk, do away with all assumptions Baby I'm the best, from Atlanta to Jumanji Ask Robin Williams, your uncle or your auntie Cole in the junky, chunky, either way I'm getting money (Uh) Money make her come, money make me chase it So if you get in the way, you can get a Like potato that is baked with a steak Or gourmet made sandwiches on a plate Is your stomach growling over there? It's not mine, I just ate I'm fly so I hate tattoos, I'm 5'8" I'm straight, go nuts like cashew I just smoked a purp and I don't want to have to whack you Niggas be acting childish, I don't want to have crack you The one who have to pack two kisses So I can whack two niggas It's champagne music, what the fuck am I doing You niggas all getting burned, so who the fuck am I screwing I really do this, I really do this I told you, it's champagne music [Interlude: Leslie Wright] Get the waiter Get the mo' weight Dom Perignon or Ace of Spades Ha, don't forget the spot is at the top, you dig Champagne Music [Chorus: JID] Lights flashing, paparazzi pulls up with the camera flashing I must be the next shit, Kardashian asses Sweet ass cheeks, Yves Saint Laurent glasses Champagne Music Lights flashing, paparazzi pulls up with the camera flashing I must be the next shit, Kardashian asses Sweet ass cheeks, Yves Saint Laurent glasses Champagne Music
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