Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Celebrate, artist - Kutt Calhoun. Album song Kelvin, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.10.2012
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Celebrate |
My niggas goin' in, time to celebrate |
All we do is win, so we celebrate |
Police is on the way cause we celebrate |
We do this everyday when we celebrate |
Diamonds off of my jewels |
Shoes matching my range |
Ridin' round with that Nina |
Rick James in my veins |
You ain’t all in your toss |
You ain’t stackin' no chips |
You ain’t spendin' no money mane |
You ain’t rockin' like this |
Hand on the bottle, I’m wide asleep |
Then lost the bitches, can’t find my keys |
The place is empty, smell like a lot of weed |
But that’s what happens when niggas be on their Charlie Sheen |
Spade bottles, drink moscato I hate models, it’s hood bitches |
Back woods and moly poppin', addicted to this hood livin' |
Gold teeth, gold chains that magnum rappers so gold mane |
If being black with money is the tracks then I’m the soul train |
Ridin' round and I’m gettin' it, on my dime Cornelius nigga |
Ain’t no head in my pack, me and my niggas all on this splendid |
Hit them mall, lead em all, go get cases of liquor |
Phone a couple of bitches, then we gon' get explicit |
My niggas goin' in, time to celebrate |
I’m known in the MO and I got hell to pay |
But this molly kickin' in and it’s hella stray |
I swear to God it feels like I can levitate |
Out my body, KC Tea’s that’s Hennessy with that sprite nigga |
Lemon squeeze, nigga please, I’ve been off all nights nigga |
Five racks of that liquor, ten racks of that 'caine |
That’s fifteen racks of two things, got five more till they came |
All my niggas got felonies, nobody square in my camp |
But everybody celebrities that street credit is on Namp |
Fly whips, fly chips it’s G4 you tripms |
Pussy, weed and alcohol these ghetto boys so menage |
Cool in the game when we celebrate |
Doing my thing in the «show me» state |
Having my change and I know you hate |
That’s how I’ll be feeding off y’all for motivation |
So when you see me, you know I’m a star |
No more struggle, that’s on my momma |
Everyday throughtout the week I got a different car |
I said «Everyday throughtout the week I got a different car» |
Gettin' paper like kinko’s, Black Gold at its best nigga |
Stacking money like a bricks fold |
Got steep pockets on deck, nigga |
So when you see me — bow your head |
Cause it’s royalty in the flesh nigga |
Kutt Calhoun, MVP now where the fuck is my check nigga? |