- Champagne Glasses (feat. Freddie Gibbs & Stevie Wonder) 歌詞 YBN Cordae Stevie Wonder Freddie Gibbs
- 歌詞
- 專輯列表
- 歌手介紹
- Freddie Gibbs Champagne Glasses (feat. Freddie Gibbs & Stevie Wonder) 歌詞
- YBN Cordae Stevie Wonder Freddie Gibbs
- [Intro: Cordae]
Uh, okay
[Chorus: Cordae]
Conversations gettin complicated, I could tell ya, uh
Fifteen, was in them handcuffs with paraphernalia
I grew up in them trenches, boy, your house had wine cellar
If anybody ever had a problem, gave em hell
I got my auntie, brothers, daddy, cousin backstage passes
Everybody celebratin with they champagne glasses
Im just sittin full of pain as Im tourin the country
Thought the stress-free life was gon come with the money (Uh)
[Verse 1: Cordae]
I got my head up in the clouds livin off daydreamin
Still high up off of life, I know my light ray beamin
Got up out river, nigga, now Im straight mainstreamin
Flowin heavy, member uncle drove a Chevy on his wrist
Was a stolen Rollie Presi, couldnt tell him shit
Arrogance is deadly, in the moment, damn, he relished it
Matchin chain, embellished it, drug dealer dreams with prison nightmares
Was type rare, and if the shoe fits, Ill buy the right pair
But shit be gettin worser by the second, Im guessin
Put a smile up on my face cause life is all bout perception
Tell my niggas that Im happy, happiness manifestin
Even though its quite the opposite, but shit, Im digressin, okay
[Chorus: Cordae & Freddie Gibbs]
Conversations gettin complicated, I could tell ya, uh
Fifteen, was in them handcuffs with paraphernalia
I grew up in them trenches, boy, your house had wine cellar
If anybody ever had a problem, gave em hell
I got my auntie, brothers, daddy, cousin backstage passes
Everybody celebratin with they champagne glasses
Im just sittin full of pain as Im tourin the country (Big Rabbit)
Thought the stress-free life was gon come with the money (Yeah)
[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Conversations gettin complicated, investigated now (Yeah , yeah)
You cant shit on me, you pussy niggas is constipated now (Know what?)
Big VL for life, the biggest rabbit in the nation now (Yeah, yeah)
You cant shit on me, you pussy niggas is constipated now (Ugh)
Niggas cant shit on me, piss the set, trip on me (Nah)
Play me like Im pussy and once you in her, I burn like syphilis, G
Youngin did a bid for me, Ima slide for him cause he slid for me
Know that you feelin this gangsta shit, I can feel it all up in your energy (Yeah, yeah)
Got her pregnant once, I gave her backstage passes
Ride with that dirty, I know my shit dirty, Id rather get caught than get blasted
Crackers dont understand nothin, can never, they treat us like cargo, they stashed us
I just sit back and get high and I just think bout how long this rap shit gon last us (Oh, yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: Cordae]
Conversations gettin complicated, I could tell ya, uh
Fifteen, was in them handcuffs with paraphernalia
I grew up in them trenches, boy, your house had wine cellar
If anybody ever had a problem, gave em hell
I got my auntie, brothers, daddy, cousin backstage passes
Everybody celebratin with they champagne glasses
Im just sittin full of pain as Im tourin the country
Thought the stress- free life was gon come with the money, you know
[Harmonica Solo: Stevie Wonder]
|
|
