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and iâm still pop the champagne,
good weed, bad bitches in airplanes!
niggers get extra life spare change,
leave your bitch around my gang and sheâs fair game
get so hot, standinâ near a flame,
twenty thousand on my wrist, fifty on my chain
club bonus, man! weâre drinking all the rose,
and niggers hate but i just off what the hoes say
he a skinny nigger, but he do it big
yeah, itâs looking like a movie, but is how i live
young boss taylor gang general
drinking up the pink bottle, rose imperial!
and my bad bitch cooked like a center fold
cooked like a chef, smoke weed like itâs medicinal
smell the engine burning and hear my tire â¦
weâd be popping corks like fireworks
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we need more champagne,
tell the waiter grab a couple more bottles and bring up
i need more champagne!
yeah, iâd be full of rare bottles,
in this city that i come from iâm the head honcho
â¦full of cush bottles, full of more weed,
see me in my yellow car she got so wet!
it was smokeâ¦., now sheâ¦
â¦fuck with her nigger, he was so lame!
she said he let her taste, but she donât know the name,
drink it by the taste, iâm gonnaâ¦
more champagne!
iâm with my.. getting liquored up,
make this money, then blow it like i donât give a fuck!
â¦bottles out,
â¦what i talk about!
ah, iâm living like you could write a song about,
they just think iâll payâ¦
standing on the table, standing on the couch,
somebody tell the waiter that we all missed out.
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