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blanco & nipsey hussle - champagne lyrics

[intro: freeky zeeky]
let’s get it, blanco
yeah, it’s your boy freeky, ’bout to rock outta here, 730

[verse 1: nipsey hussle]
look, i’m in that black on black, pockets fat, hoppin’ out the 7 strapped
walk up to the club, don’t pat me down, they just pat my back
all my n-gg-s got chains on and we thick as f-ck
out of dress code and rush the door ’cause we don’t give a f-ck
standin’ on the couches, poppin’ bottles, smokin’ weed
you see them hoes flockin’ and that’s how you know it’s me
i got power in these streets, big b-lls, boxers briefs
a gang of dead p-r-e-z’s in these expensive -ss jeans
yeah, and i’m a beast off in them sheets
so if i pull then i’m gon’ squeeze, as soon as i c-m, then i’m gon’ leave
as soon as i’m done, i’m gon’ be back on my grind, back on these beats
could i never be a n-gg- that had it, lost it and end up back in these streets
nah, so it’s all money in ’til i’m r.i.p
in my city, n-gg-, i am he, and we are the o-n-e’s
nah, so it’s all money in ’til i’m r.i.p
in my city, n-gg-, i am he, and we are the o-n-e’s

[chorus: freeky zeeky]
we don’t care about a quarter, gettin’ dough
we don’t need another to count it off
now pop a bottle while you scream ‘f-ck the world’
now pop a bottle while you scream ‘f-ck the world’
and get money
we don’t care about a quarter, gettin’ dough
we don’t need another to count it off
now pop a bottle while you scream ‘f-ck the world’
now pop a bottle while you scream ‘f-ck the world’
and get money

[verse 2: blanco]
f-ck the bouncer, i’ma smoke an ounce and bounce out
i lost a mil, made a mil, sh-t’ll balance out
that’s a hundred-fifty thou-wow, count it out
i’m the greatest hustler, pound for pound, haha
get it, got it, good
i distribute lots of drugs, it’s a tribute to you thugs
introduce you to the plug, uh, me
you that i’ve arrived when you smell that good weed
i’m a g-u-e-r-r-i, iller than you muh’f-ckas wanna realize
in my high-rise, f-ck all you low-lifes
that’s why you haters will be broke for your whole life
and i’ll be sittin’ nice, like i did it twice
or even three times, immortalized
i order guys, to k!ll other guys
crime is organized, not like them other guys

[verse 3: yukmouth]
look, your money gettin’ low, yuk still gettin’ dough
i’m whippin’ chickens night and day, call it kitchen 24
and i’ll be sure to have my n-gg-s grittin’ 24
sippin’ bo and pushin’ weight, call it fitness 24
go, it’s 24’s on the range sport
i’m accustomed to red carpets and champagne corks
corks, we have cabana armani exchange shorts
and gettin’ brain in that panamera champagne porsche
of course, braggin’ game the business, b-tch
in the vip with blanco, got my thang up in this b-tch
got no time for no lames, what you thinkin’ in this b-tch?
i lay a n-gg- out flat like you plankin’ in this b-tch, hold up
(f-ck boy) swole up, i roll up out the turkey bag
nothin’ but the best, bmf, blowin’ money fast
third base on my waist, don’t get your homie g-ssed
i’m a california bear like a cal berkeley grad

- blanco nipsey hussle lyrics

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