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(Makes him feel mellow)
Whiskey's too rough, Champagne costs too much, vodka puts my mouth in gear
This little refrain should help me explain as a matter
(Makes him feel mellow)
Whiskey's too rough, Champagne costs too much, vodka puts my mouth in gear
This little refrain should help me explain as a matter
It's Friday and late after hours,
And still I haven't a date.
Waiting by the moon,
Sipping Whiskey sours.
I'll think I'll wait here 'till noon.
It
by you 

You could be waltzing in Paris 
Or sipping champagne on some yacht 
But here you are in my arms tonight 
It's more than my heart can
To your eternal sleep
To my Eternal Love
I have played a shadow
O' darken the light for God's sake
We were sipping blood from a champagne glass
From night
the lane
Gentle Alice's parents
Would wait
Hand in hand
Her dear old white-headed mother
Wistfully sipping champagne
Said 'We've spoiled our child
the house of fame
Now we sipping champagne on the motherfucking plane
Cause they Feeling Us, they Feeling Us
They Feeling Us, are you Feeling us?
They Feeling
at the end of the inscent)
Burn slow, burn slow (Niggas ain't got kids)
Burn slow, burn slow, burn slow

Nobody open the door
Homie I blow by the “O”
Burning
in Jaguars
Open fire when you see me yell out and make em whisper
The club that I'm a member, they'll be gone by November
Keys to the city got killers
Street wars turn violent
Real talk

These niggas used to run together, thug and stunt together
This when they was juveniles smoking weed, sipping
never call like real niggas do, ooh
No pain, no gain
I be on the yacht drunk sipping champagne
Partying with Snoop Dogg, smoking propane
Screaming
ain't gotta grab the musket
It's all safe and sound, champagne by the bucket
Where them niggas I shouted out on my first shit?
Bo cooking blow, fucking
remind me of St. Tropez,
Sandy beaches and yachts yeah and champagne,
Tuxedos and Jet Ski's babe,
I lay you down at the Georges cinq babe,
And baby
[Chorus]

Heavy in the game champagne in my pool
Don perignon and bitches in my jacuzz
Time to act a fool might be on a bean
Might be section 8 but I'm
back
To that lil' school I had been sent to
Find some shit I could get in to
Been through more by the time I was eighteen
Then most people go through
yeah

He took me to the Spider Club at Hollywood and Vine
We drank champagne and we danced all night
We shook the paparazzi for a big surprise
caught up by the side of her breastses
She'll murder you while eating your breakfast
You'll die wanting to try how good her sex is
Baby's shit wiggle
laughing
They high from sniffing coke off a twenty-cent Andrew Jackson
City lights spark a New York night
Rossi and Martini sipping, Sergio Tachinni flippin
I gotta, let you niggas know the time like Movado
My motto, stack rocks like Colorado
Auto off the champagne, Cristal's by the bottle
It's a damn
the champagne, Cristal's by the bottle
It's a damn shame what you're not though (who?) Me
Slick like a gato, fucking Jay-Z
My pops knew exactly what he did when
the champagne, Cristal's by the bottle
It's a damn shame what you're not though (who?) Me
Slick like a gato, fucking Jay-Z
My pops knew exactly what he did when
the champagne, Cristal's by the bottle
It's a damn shame what you're not though (who?) Me
Slick like a gato, fucking Jay-Z
My pops knew exactly what he did when
that alone, she shouldn't feel no pain no more
'Cause one day we'll all be together, sipping heavenly champagne
With angels songs, with golden rings, in
the champagne, Cristal's by the bottle
It's a damn shame what you're not though (who?) Me
Slick like a gato, fucking Jay-Z
My pops knew exactly what he did when
the champagne, Cristal's by the bottle
It's a damn shame what you're not though (who?) Me
Slick like a gato, fucking Jay-Z
My pops knew exactly what he did when