meyhem lauren – champagne scriptures lyrics
[intro: hologram]
yo, f-cking b-tch
yo, check it, listen
(la musica de harry fraud)
[verse 1: hologram]
uh, pistol popping, b-tch bopping, i drop these jewels
i’m cochran in trial, you a child in school
and i don’t give a f-ck what you saying or what you doing
i don’t give a f-ck if you praying or if you looting
you can have the gun in your hand, but you ain’t shooting
f-cking f-ggot
much respect to my n-ggas
rip a pair of nikes, cut a check for my n-ggas
uhh, the gun on my side like a good mom
b-tch i pull up to the hood in a good new car
chase the gin with the ale, that’s ginger ale
tanqueray and heineken, i’m high again
pretty dominican b-tches with rapsy voices
say facts to everything when i rap, facts
[break: hologram (meyhem lauren)]
p-ssy n-gga
and i don’t give a f-ck what you saying (yeah)
meyhem, (?)
you funky b-tch you (uh huh)
holla at me when you see me, n-gga
what up? woooo!!!
[verse 2: meyhem lauren]
suede overcoat, champagne scriptures
life fixtures that ignite pictures, my life whispers
success, but stress is still present
like the presence of a pleasant when he begging
i dis-ssociate with n-ggas who -ssociate
with clown n-ggas who be fronting like they holding weight
when things fall apart they was usually never together
queens in this b-tch, i’ll be rocking leather forever
3 quarter waist length or the trench
out the coupe, on the stoop, off the bench
really i’m live, i’m trying to live
f-ck trying to survive, it’s a big different
started selling c0ke, now i got white privilege
crunch math, get the right digits
my life pivots, like i’m posted in the paint with possession
only moving in a forward direction
anyone can get it if it’s hammer time
pop ya block, hit the stage at the hammerstein
right after, it’s nothing, it never happened
soft n-ggas smell like fish then get blackened, laurenovich
[outro: meyhem lauren]
back to that fly sh-t
it’s all queens everything
motherf-cking hologram
strip hug a knot, shout out to all my n-ggas
will, dave, d stacks
r-o-b, t money, what up?
we out here swerving, yo dirty what up?
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