WIZ KHALIFAChampagne Lyrics (ft. Travis Barker)
Yhea Taylor Gang ah. uh. And I'm still talk'en champagne
Good weed, bad bitches an airplanes!
Nigga's get extra likes spare change
Leave your bitch around my gang then she fair gain
Get so hot, standin' near a flame
Twenty thousand on my wrist, fifty on my chain
Club bonus, man! We drink'in all the Rose
And niggas hate but I just go off what the hoes say
He a skinny nigga, but he do it big
Yeah, it's look'in like a movie, but it's how I live
Young boss, Taylor Gang General
Drinking out the pink bottle, Rose, imperial!
And my bad bitch look like a center fold
Cook like a chef, smoke weed like it's medicinal
Smell the engine burn'in you hear my tires merk
We'd be popping corks like fireworks
I.We need more champagne
Tell the waitress just grab a couple more bottles and bring'em up
We got a bar for every nigga that came with us
We got the buzz now bring'em up grab your drink and get
Fucked up. Champagne, Champagne. Lahh ah...
See bottles of rose when they think of us
See all of'em in the club gonna pay for us
But you ain't gonna fuck the waitress Brah
I'mma need more champagne!
Cheya, are zigs fullah rare flowers
In this city that I come from I'm the head honcho
Ounces full of Kush, bottles full of more wet
See me in my yellow car she got Soulet!
Use to smoke blunts, now she roll plane
Quit fuck'n with her nigga, he was so lame!
She said she love the taste, but she don't know the name
Drinkin by the case, I'm gonna needyea ta bring
I'm with my goons getting liquored up
Make this money, then blow it like I don't give a fuck!
Show'em to the club then pull them bottles out
You get'in paper you should know just what I'm talk'n bout!
Ah, I live the life you write a song about
Bitches think I'm famous favors come in larger mouths
Standing on the table, standing on the couch
Somebody tell the waitress that we almost out. Hahaha ;)
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