Champagne Thoughts feat. O.C.

歌詞

Uh, uh What D.I.T.C What Shh Creeps, straight up Straight up Y'all, laying in the cut What (O.C) Strangers I don't trust Peep out the scenery so I can adjust Once was a fool 'Til I learned the rules, the hard way Peace by dukes, I was shook Got slept, nowadays I'm keeping it stepped But it ain't to the point that I'm rocking a vest I'm in this wellish shit 'til I die Tiltin' I'm keeping it fly On the rags staying out of the red Blood, sweat with no tears Fuck having fears Two thou' head on, meeting it dead on Millennium, many dumb to the fact You clap that Mush and I'm a bust right back For realer, live nigga, shit in my eyes If ya test my strength I'm a give you a surprise nigga Some want the quiet type I'm not the cat in the party that will start the fight (Chorus: x2) It's just champagne thoughts (thoughts) Man made to floss (word) Vanity or lust (lust) Weed makes more Stick up the bank and make off with it all Pick up the start where the others left off (O.C) Doing what I gotta do at any cause Knowing life is short Give or take a few blows with nuts to show Sometimes you make friends especially when The ends play a part out of nowhere Skins at the bar Sucking up Champagne is just like shit Track wanna be wives, nothing but flies Anybody applies when you stink like dough Many take a sniff when they walk past O Or walk past 'Ness to L, Diamond or Buck A.G and Show, that * nigga * Fat Joe The ones giving head figure it count for dead Prez pays offs, deep throat my crew you gon' stay whores Goin' spots like swat, my entourage stepping through free of charge Everybody watch bouncers clout the VIP A space reserved for the whole D.I.T.C (Chorus x2) Y'all Y'all (over last 2 lines of chorus) (O.C) I got G's on mind Cream to blow at times Weed smoke once in a blue, it's something to do Whip around one deep in my LS4 Shorty knows open wide like she sniffin' it raw Got a loc crossed out, buckwilin' is a no, no Rap name O.C, Mush Shine be my M.O Just to find the means in the end When it's all set it s done, with a crib and keys to Benz Twin now berettas serial straight to letters World keep 'em ducked this side the white leather Cyanide thought s make shots run off Sabotage with the snitch that decided to talk Greedy niggas get snatched by the Rico lords Then the murder one stuck, when it rains it pours Young cats with cigars and shot out jaws Young black entrepreneurs read the violence of form (Chorus x3: with ad-libs) D.I.T.C