Champagne Wishes Caviar Dreams song by Tory Lanez from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Champagne Wishes Caviar Dreams Meaning
| [Im tryin to run away from temptations, but the shit’s calling I’m at the Ritz Carlton, sitting in this bitch balling I know these women faking and still I can’t call it They like you drive, but ain’t arrivin when your whip is stallin I thought this fame shit would change shit I turn around, I’m still surrounded by the same shit I’m on a champagne sip, got the flame late still moving up It’s open seas like the salve ship, buffling the plague click You know you with the don its whatever Lyrically im Kobe and Lebron put together Niggas can’t accept it so they tell me that im soundin like Uh, a bunch of rappers that dont sound alike Fuck you, man, I’m off the subject These niggers be faking, these bitches be hating Shit, I’m about my budget First class from the seven is filling the norms Scotty Gripping balling win to my women is from That’s why they love the dome In house left the keys out and never know Give me two bad bitches, I give my Elleanor And some ice cold water to sip this lemon all Fuck you niggers, you nigga’s about fifty She’s skinny and gold jimmy For you think you fuck strictly I’m here to get fucked quickly Scar mouth, she got Mohawk and he thoughts With a left dress, which body is the mess Don’t be a dog, I can show you how I’m pimping Rather leash neat this lifestyle when I’m limping Rule number one, keep your head up in the wind You gotta, gotta make some money, go bananas like it’s chimping Folks don’t ever know, heard this pussy niggers hating, fuck, who ever do Fly diva, I eat her if she had a boo, but she got to have millions, rapper villie on, stacks on zillion You rolling with the state up next, ball met your face like a break up, nigga And I see I’m trying to take up next, we gonna make a next call it jake out, nigga We need to fight for, nigga, switch your side, tell me who you ride for Do your verge, stop and turn it, nigga, fight for Pump seven out of eleven bottle side shore I got worry, we should kill it, nigga, why for? Can in the stupid your level, I’m in the sky more I’m in the Louie V style, shit is Gucci guitar I’m meaning Suzuki models give me Gucci a lot Bitch, I’m mobbing through the mall, got trullies ‘em all You’re telling get money, niggers, while I’m truly depart Me and sun shine up a deal, best skin coping for another winning Have ‘em like the track field how you run up in it ‘till it’s dead and finished, hop in mane and fuck it with it , Why is they fucking with me? On my shit, get off my dick Don’t know what this money all mean All I’m left and all I’m which, c’mon Niggers still hating, c’mon Niggers getting ready, c’mon Why there is the begging, c’mon C’mon, c’mon, c’mon C’mon, c’mon, c’mon C’mon, c’mon, c’mon C’mon, c’mon, c’mon C’mon, c’mon, c’mon C’mon, c’mon C’mon, c’mon C’mon, c’mon C’mon, c’mon C’mon, don’t leave me alone Babe, please, don’t leave me alone] |
