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champagne937 - do what i want lyrics

“really i’m a g*nius bro, i’m really and truly a g*nius, and n-ggas hate me
they hate on me cause i’m rich, i look better than them
i probably f-cked they b-tch, it is what it is”
i love champagne
jetway

you got on designer i hope that its bulletproof
it’s jetway n-gga who is you
i’m f-cking ya b-tch an i kept on my tennis shoes
yeah i do what real n-ggas do
me and cierra said f-ck it an took a cruise
boat jumping like kangaroos
her friends is a delta the other a zeta
together them b-tches gave me the blues
you can hate if you want – if you run up an try me i swear these choppers at 10-2
blowing sativa the finest of reefer its smokey god d-mn i don cleared the room

she asked to see my dance so i did it on her
if i said it you know that i did it homie
i am the king an you know that it’s written on me
vvs my diamonds lit up the party
walked by yo b-tch an she smiling
you trippin homie
all the sauce was jus drippin off me
put her on top an that p-ssy
keep squirting in me
city girls she keep twerkin on me
fell out with my n-gga
i’m salty he switched up on me
i always saw the b-tch in homie
i f-cked the first night
i heard you took her bowling
slid the number while you was strolling

god i can handle my enemies
just protect me from my friends
dingle pulled up in a benz
keiya brought some of her friends
tiffany blocked me on ig but f-ck it
you know i’m shooting again
me an surf took a trip to j-pan
i do what i want you do what you can

i’m talking my sh-t
spittin like drizzy- i used to be mike vick
that’s yo b-tch n-gga go fish
flight to la gettin top in the c-ckpit
we can make it thru anything
an if i need it i know i can call nick
just keep ya mouth closed
look over here crazy
you gone get yo b-tch hit
my mom made her steps count
drippin in fendi she iced out her fitbit
k!lled my pops back in 03
michael montana he was servin that white sh-t
had a 3 some like last week
i’m sick of these hoes
should’ve stayed with my ex b-tch
but i got my money up
if she say i’m crazy
it’s cause she made me like this

you got on designer i hope that its bulletproof
it’s jetway n-gga who is you
i’m f-cking ya b-tch an i kept on my tennis shoes
you can hate if you want – if you run up an try me i swear these choppers at 10-2

- champagne937 lyrics

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