Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Champagne Tiers, artist - CrimeApple. Date of issue: 30.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Champagne Tiers |
| Woah |
| Are you not feeling okay? |
| Do you suffer from frequent bouts triggered by the accomplishments of others? |
| Or drinking too much champagne? |
| (Haa!) |
| If you answered «Yes» to any of these questions, chances are you’re a loser |
| and/or a bum (A fucking bum!) |
| Broke miserable ass motherfuckers |
| That should be me (Y'all sick) |
| It’s fucking gross |
| We not boutta act like I’m not me, man |
| Y’all sick (Woah!) |
| Medallo |
| I need a thousand, not a |
| My () put the |
| Hide the powder in my socks, power in my thoughts |
| Provide a plan |
| Fiend hit me like, «I need grams» |
| Understand, we gon' fold you lik a chinese fan |
| tryna make my mind |
| I send th waves, day to day hustle for night stands |
| Getting paid, sun beaming on the side of my face |
| Shorty tryna take me out of my space, I’d rather escape |
| I’m running laps around you like I came to practice late |
| Move the package out of, to they gravitate |
| It’s a thousand ways to spin it, but only one |
| (Only one, only one, only one…) |
| Motherfuckers is lame, man |
| I know I can’t be the only one (Fuck, shit!) |
| A fool cut in |
| With a bitch look like and got the waist of a horse |
| You know, competition of mine you just wine, go crush the grapes of remorse |
| You know I always step to the plate steaks with the sauce |
| on me is a mystery, nah, don’t get lost |
| You can’t write this chapter of history without my name at the front of your |
| thoughts |
| I got more and plenty to celebrate but it cost (Toma!) |
| Dawg, this blood on my hands it doesn’t come off (Toma!) |
| So I pop the cork to commemorate these thoughts that I made commas off (Click) |
| Somebody do more than talk, they find a corpse tomahawk (Woah) |
| It was more, I used to have a in my side drawer, that was painful |
| When it’s people you love and used to look up to coming to pay you |
| But I kept the grat view, pay dues, remain dedicated and faithful |
| I had a breakthrough, now these |
| And then it’s the people who talk and hate for all of the things you went |
| through |
| Let that happen, |
| handshakes and funny faces I see you making |
| At first I ain’t know what to make of it |
| This must be anguish |
| Bring the of Moët and a couple of Aces |
| I tested positive for hatred (Damn) |
| Woah (Damn) |
| Woah (Nasty motherfuckers) |
| Salud |
| Pica pica pa' los que hablan mucho! |
| los envidiosos |
| Quieto! |
| Que aquí hay pa' rato… |
| ¿Que no quiere caldo? |
| Se le dan dos tazas |
| Es que no te quieren ver en Londres tomando champaña |
| Les duele, les duele… |
| What’s the problem? |
| You look different? |
| You sound different? |
| , too fucking bad |
| Listen to this guy |
| Mátalos, ¡mátalos con más éxitos! |
| No me den candela, no me tiren sal |
| No me prendan velas, no voy a cambiar… |