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jay da 5'8 - pop champagne lyrics

-hook:
like the ball dropping in time square, your time’s up
and likewise, i celebrate; i pop champagne!
celebrate your murder like ayy!
i pop champagne!
like the ball dropping in time square, your time’s up
and likewise, i celebrate; i pop champagne!
celebrate your murder like ayy!
i pop champagne like your head. i pop champagne

-verse one (jay):
your time’s up like the clock on the wall
everybody wants to be about it ’til it’s time to be about it
cause they ain’t really about it. it’s simple
shoot a motherf-cker in his face, give him dimples
cats try’na call me out and diss me on the mic
clearly they ain’t thinking right
i’m a psychotic, provocative pill-popper
i get high, they call me the hill hopper
the k rocker, the masked robber
i’ve got a thick skull. can’t talk me out of beef
i ground operations like a coral reef
they see me on the streets and realize that it’s scythe
get the f-ck up outta sight. d-mn right!
that will be the last moment of your life
don’t get caught up in the crossfire of this fight!

-verse two (alexander):
i’ll never be your prey unless i’m the one you’re praying to
caused jaws’ lockjaw. nothing left to say to you
we’re better knights with clever rhymes. death-angels who left the skies
knocking down your towers nine out of eleven times!
they say there’s plenty fish in the sea, so get the car, dude!
goin’ for the fattest b-tch we find with a harpoon!
a f-cking k!lling spree with red paint for your costume
’bout to give your bodies outlines like cartoons!
talking hard sh-t with s-m-n in his drawers?
how’s this kid gangsta? he’s got bieber on his walls…
running your mouth, watch it don’t run into my fist, boy
sn-tch rihanna’s umbrella and smack the b-tch like chris, boy!
i make you b-tches come for more
and leave you flat beneath my f-cking words, like an underscore
bend your knees backwards if you don’t bow
so bow before my homie jay gun goes “plow”!

-(jay):
this is comradery. md, that’s my real family!
spit dope, we true fiends
i love blue things, except p-ssy!
bring a k bar to a g-y bar and unleash like an ar
cut a b-tch in half, that’s division
oh boy, i’m just a mathematician, slash magician
who leave ya missin’ if ya dissin’!
get the gist. k!lled so many, it’s like names on a list
never caught. always smart with it. do me wrong get the clip!
f-ck 20-k. y’all ain’t even packin’ 20z!
fake claimers, wanna be gangstas!
all was good ’til you punks tried to f-ck with me
try to take my life? you clearly high
and i grew up told k!lling is the answer
ever since we lost t, i shoot first and ask questions later!
i’m simply a paper chaser. make ya go away like an eraser
split ‘ya down the middle like the equator
detroit! what’s good?! shouts to lil’ brian in the hood!
simply put, i’m one of the best around. just look at my crown
this money turned my life around like a merry-go-round
number one, like a-1. never leave my crib without the gun
with threats made, i started working on my aim
if they come around, i’ma waste their life. what a shame… (ay!)

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