Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chardonnay Music, artist - Falz feat. Poe and Chyn
Date of issue: 15.11.2015
Song language: English
Chardonnay Music |
I love the trumpets mhen |
Wonderful sturv |
Just blow it, blow it |
Yels, I’m enjoining myself |
Ladies and gentlemen, huh |
These are mature music |
For 18 and above only or maybe 21 self |
Huh |
This is SS3 senior rap, make my juniors bow |
Still do this for the cake, and still do dis for chow |
They say wen dem done blow, they turn stupid or proud |
I guess I’m stupid and proud |
Trynna shout for the cloud |
Maybe I go hit the sun, I’m big as Jupiter now |
Awon te mi se ri mi, I still dey move with the crowd |
Baby I go change your life if only you would allow |
Cause you bad, you making people shoot me like ow! |
And we chilling at my place and I’m with you on the couch |
And wen you go down, I’m liking what you do with mouth |
She say if I pay she go move that booty around |
Las gidi, money for hand and booty for ground |
Bring the chardonnay joor, where the rozay at |
I’m in your face like that Dj sosay tat |
So don’t play smart, cause I be omo eko |
To ba ro kpe o mo what’s up I’ll show you how e dey go |
They say what goes up, will always come down |
Well, we dey fly high |
And we never touch ground |
Higher than a high priest, smoking on the high table |
Trynna add more zero till uncountable |
And the super model girls we they give time table |
And the quite greatest |
Euro sky is quite stable |
Yeah we trynna make cake, we dey bake the flour |
And we trynna stay on top like raise to power ah |
This is chardonnay music |
It’s P O E baby |
Chilled white wine |
Sunday afternoon, sun is coming in |
I can’t help but think about my city |
It’s poor by the way |
Lagos, how far with lagos on a Monday |
Traffic is as bad as the news on the front page |
And judging by my salary, I might as well be unpaid |
My boss has the ordasity to call me on a Sunday |
E be like say e chop crase, or chop fufu |
Cause dis stinks, everyone is on the island now till it sinks |
I can only stay for a minute |
I gat to go, trynna make my mark in history now with no ink |
I think if you truly being to lagos |
There’s beauty in the chaos |
We’re so deep in the paper chase |
That prayers wouldn’t save us |
Still I gat to slow it down |
So my baby can do her make up |
Mhen I take her everywhere, but lord knows she gonna delay us |
Don’t show me where to pack |
Oga show me where to take off |
Call me super hero but it’s time to take the Cape off |
And let’s sip chardonnay |
I put that cd on repeat and watch the sunlight fade |
Huh (let's go) |
Yes sir |
Chyn huhun |
I had a long week |
It’s only right that I you know |
Help myself to a tall glass of chardonnay |
I know you know what I’m saying |
Huh, chyn… yeah |
This is for my chardonnay drinkers |
Moet sippers |
The type that hold a convoy and still hold there liquor |
Huh, everyday there’s an occasion |
So many chicks are spotted |
101 Dalmatians |
And it never ends like lindsay lohan’s court date |
2 chicks, 3 shots and then foreplay |
I learn from her |
Especially when she on her knees |
Body bad as hell smile heavenly |
You red wine sipping after a long day |
I hear you walking in them heels from the hallway |
You always keep it classy red carpet Grammy awards |
Hell in detriot |
That booty can start a war |
You’ll think they can handle you |
But they hardly can |
Let me get my hands on your memory glands |
And the other chicks never had class |
They where home schooled |
But guess who, that’s right |
Yes you |
Yeah |
Thank you so much ladies and gentlemen |
Unfortunately that is the end of the show |
Yeah |
I’m signing out shout out just my my man chyn |
Poe’s in the building too |
Huh |
Sparks on the beat by the way |
Yeah |
Oya blow that trumpet again let me hear it |
Hey |
I love it |
Alright… Piss out |