Ray Jr.

Ray Jr. - Champagne Spillin lyrics

rate me

Real niggas, drop to, with the dizz on it

With a rich chick from over sees on it

Rolex got love freeze on it

Bill buck I got two ... on it

I got train on my jeans she can ride on it

..word like I cry on it, ice cube that’s gonna be a good day

Smoking ... so many three.., see that,..niggas stop hating what the love means

Middle finger to the world, tell ’em fuck back

... with the cars goes

Were a couple ..agree with the car low

Champainge spilling, nigga we living

Before I...you got to shade that...

...

Straits fights yeh, lay over...

Rose by the bucket, good green by his...

...

Mamma with that fat ass

Escorta to the ...

We’re some young nigga from that ghetto

This niggas ’aint balling

They just got hook dreams

Champainge spilling,did we make it to kill her

Champainge spilling,did we make it to kill her

Bottles in the air, bottles in the air, bottles in the air, bottles in the air, bottles in the air, bottles in the air

Champainge spilling, did we make it to kill her

Champainge spilling, did we make it to kill her

You’re bitch may go up and down like stuff

We pull up this scarf, like what(what)?

Flow of this bitch...cross this bands now toast it up like poop

Up in the air, but it’s all about me

I wreapt that...but keep away

Call eighteen, nigga names pay bills, nigga wanna trip

....

Came here in the last day that the boy went hot

Cause i smoke the best, and I keep the best hores like the best clothes

She ungly, ...

...

...nigga way

I see you mana and I know you hate it

...

You see me wriping that...

Champainge spilling,did we make it to kill her

Champainge spilling,did we make it to kill her

Bottles in the air, bottles in the air, bottles in the air, bottles in the air, bottles in the air, bottles in the air

Champainge spilling,did we make it to kill her

Champainge spilling,did we make it to kill her

She said she alow with my Rolex

Hard go with the ice on it

She wanna mary this dick

Tell ’em going throw a ride ....like a trap nigga

Champaigne ..i just got to eat it

I got to taste for it, never pay for it

...

Champainge spilling,did we make it to kill her

Champainge spilling,did we make it to kill her

Bottles in the air, bottles in the air, bottles in the air, bottles in the air, bottles in the air, bottles in the air, bottles in the air, bottles in the air

, bottles in the air, bottles in the air

Champainge spilling,did we make it to kill her

Champainge spilling,did we make it to kill her

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