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detroit l-o - champagne flute lyrics

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[hook:]

bottega gold in my champagne flute/
game is to be sold, but i might tell you

interior blue but you ain’t got a clue/
liveraw gold bottle team is the crew

[verse 1:]

hand wash the whip in the summer/
named my caddy after my momma, thats simply because i love her

james brown tires, hear the screech before i take off/
five seconds of eye contact, now that’s a face off

now let’s h-t my loft, girl im about to knock ya brakes off/
yea yo outfit cute, but that’s too many clothes to take off

after a long day of work, i just want my bed/
a backrub from a cutie, bout ten minutes of head

f-ll-t–, f-ll-t–, just make sure that’s it’s sloppy though/
i deserve it cuz the sh-t i do, they try to copy though

just smooth relax cuz im the goodest n-gg-/
she needs to stop expecting jazz and candles from the hoodest n-gg-

you think you real cause that status that you quote?/
but i know the real you, you don’t live by what you post

champagne, jazz and dimmed lights is my yoga/
my flow pure as water, but it got that kick like some soda

[hook:]

[verse 2:]

trustworthy chick, i let her kick it for some hours/
i let her go through the fridge, air dry after her showers

-ss jiggling, t-tties swinging, hair still kind of drippin/
i told her to call her friend, she looked at me like i’m trippin

but i know, she probably love l-o to death/
but i might grab her phone and text her friend myself

but i grew up, became less of an -sshole to the ladies/
cause i got a little smarter, i know when they trying to play me

it’s a cold world, and i know things can get kinda crazy/
honesty and endless s-x is how you become my lady

and i’m a man of cl-ss but still get in that -ss/
i spazz if skeechy actions are taken about my cash

slightly roll my windows down on a midnight cruise/
life is so full of joy, but relaxed off the rap and blues

ain’t got nothing to lose, we have no choice but to live/
if it ain’t bout the paper then it’s champagne at the crib

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