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Champagne Scriptures

Meyhem Lauren feat. Hologram
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Yo, you fucking bitch Yo, check it, listen La musica de Harry Fraud Uh Pistol popping, bitch bopping, I drop these jewels I'm Cochran in trial, you a child in school And I don't give a fuck what you saying or what you doing I don't give a fuck if you praying or if you looting You could have the gun in your hand but you ain't shooting You fucking faggot Much respect to my niggas Rip a pair of Nike's, cut a check for my niggas Uh, the gun on my side like a good goomar Bitch, 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 bitches with raspy voices Say facts to everything when I rap Facts Pussy nigga And I don't give a fuck what you saying, kid Meyhem, Steelers You funky bitch, you (Uh-huh) Holla at me when you see me, nigga (Yeah, yo) What up? (Woo) Suede overcoat, champagne scriptures Light fixtures that ignite pictures My life whispers Success but stress is still present Like the presence of a peasant when he's begging I disassociate with niggas who associate With clown niggas who be fronting like they holding weight When things fall apart, they was usually never together Queens in this bitch, I'll be rocking leather forever Three-quarter waist length or the trench Out the coupe, on the stoop, off the bench Really I'm live, I'm trying to live Fuck trying to survive, it's a big difference Started selling coke, 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 could get it if it's hammer time Pop your block, hit the stage at the Hammerstein Right after, it's nothing, it never happened Soft niggas smell like fish then get blackened Laurenovitch Back to that fly shit It's all Queens everything Motherfucking Hologram Strip Hugginana Shout out to all my niggas Will, Dave, D Stacks, R.O.B T Money, what up? We out here swerving Yo Dirty, what up?