Travis Barker - Champagne (Ft. Wiz Khalifa) Lyrics
and i’m still pop the champagne,good weed, bad *****es in airplanes!niggers get extra life spare change,leave your ***** around my gang and she’s fair gameget so hot, standin’ near a flame,twenty thousand on my wrist, fifty on my chainclub bonus, man! we’re drinking all the rose,and niggers hate but i just off what the hoes sayhe a skinny nigger, but he do it bigyeah, it’s looking like a movie, but is how i liveyoung boss taylor gang generaldrinking up the pink bottle, rose imperial!and my bad ***** cooked like a center foldcooked like a chef, smoke weed like it’s medicinalsmell the engine burning and hear my tire …we’d be popping corks like fireworkschorus:we need more champagne,tell the waiter grab a couple more bottles and bring up…i need more champagne!yeah, i’d be full of rare bottles,in this city that i come from i’m the head honcho…full of cush bottles, full of more weed,see me in my yellow car she got so wet!it was smoke…., now she……***** with her nigger, he was so lame!she said he let her taste, but she don’t know the name,drink it by the taste, i’m gonna…more champagne!i’m with my.. getting liquored up,make this money, then blow it like i don’t give a *****!…bottles out,…what i talk about!ah, i’m living like you could write a song about,they just think i’ll pay…standing on the table, standing on the couch,somebody tell the waiter that we all missed out.chorus:
