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red cafe – champagne for the pain lyrics

[hook]
champagne for the pain
i’ve been blowin’ all this money, tell the n-gg-s keep the change
i got girls doing girls
i’m a real motherf-cker
real n-gg-s run the world hah
everybody f-ckin’ tonight
everybody f-ckin’ tonight
i got girls doing girls
i’m a real motherf-cker
real n-gg-s run the world hah

[verse 1]
dear god, i’m a baller
f-ck a pretty girl, i don’t call ‘er
smokin’ good, livin’ motherf-ckin’ great
me and my word are raw, and my liquor no chase
b-tch straight up, straight up look
i’ve just got my weight up
so when ‘er bussin’ for me she don’t tell me wait up
we smokin’ exotic, we stackin’ this profit
we runnin’ the streets, getting paper, be the topics
this the hood n-gg-
why they judging me?
hatin’ on me but the real n-gg-s f-ck with me
my lady said she don’t want no money, just time
bullsh-t, my lawyer showed me money ‘bout time
i’ve been on the grind, paperflippin’ acrobatic
f-ck with bad boy, made sense mathematic
hold up, i just seen a dealer in the mirror
shorty pull your t-tties out for a belly dance n-gg-

[verse 2]
i say now real n-gg-s run the world, real hustlers run the girl
she rockin’ tequila all night til i f-ck it up
twirl the parkin’ lot, why you screaming? it’s the f-ckin’ world
worked out with them bricks, d-mn right, you know we like the cup
short day, long nights, purr my baby long time
i be in the coupe, so much he sweatin’ for those old stripes
make them boys stay the night, you could call it slumber party
could be over any day, every night i’mma party
every night i went so hard i almost died i swear to god
these n-gg-s hood p-ssing, checking out, yea i swear they froze
pull up in that mazzy, have mercy on them b-tches
keep a bottle water funny thirsty as b-tches
all bullsh-t aside i used to hustle on the go
from the bentley for the pantyhouse and guess who is the owner
these hatin’ -ss n-gg-s say something ‘bout nothing
champagne for the pain tonight everybody f-ckin’

straight up, straight up…

- red cafe lyrics

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