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messiahga the pharaoh - champagne كلمات الأغنية

yeah, yeah, yeah
guns pop, bullets drop
quick wit the feet, once we hear the cops (we gone)
this ain’t a school play, but give me my props
i started from the bottom, just starin’ at the top. (i see it)
the top is where i’m needed
the top is where i see it
the top is never mistreated
don’t you ever misread it
i may seem conceited. (i might be)
but the game is food, and i’m bound to eat it
i’m ready to take it, and just face stuff it
i could do it like it’s nothin’. but it is somethin’. (it really is)
i got the party jumpin’
i got your heart thumpin’
and your veins stay pulsin’
i’m so fly, while you in a tailspin
i see you scramblin’
how you handlin’?
oh you managin’?
then why you stiff, standin’ still like a manikin. (scary -ss)
my flow got you panickin’
you scared, so sad, too bad
i’m rad, i’m radical
rap game n-gga, let me show you what i do
this is not the prime. i’m far from the pinnacle
i’m lookin’ straight into you
blowin’ off steam like i was majin buu
yes i do
i could paint a picture, but i’m far from a basquait
just watch, switch spots, i’ll murder your spot. (we k!llin’ ’em)
the whole team got more cars than a parking lot
i say a lot
but i mean a lot
you get murked, or you get got
or flip-flopped. what that mean?
you have no choice but to lose. (loser)
i may be single. but bad b-tches come in two’s
and i’ll take ‘em both. i’ll never pick and choose
she sippin’ on that brooze
but i follow all the clues
i seen her in the city
what a shame, what a pitty
she was so pretty. she could’ve came wit me
but money got us empty… filthy, (dirty money)
she’s just a dime wit a penny
but i’m second to none, couped up in a bently
wit tims on my feet. rims that can’t be beat.(fo’real?)
i’m k!llin’ all these beats.(really?) i’m never packin’ heat. (oh really?)
and i got family inthe streets. and they ready to eat. (straight up?)
and i’ll pay homage. but won’t forget the receipt
creep….(i’m creepin’) straight on a come up
trynna get my sum. right when the sun up
champagne at my table
17 wit no label
you n-ggas ain’t on my level
i’m ready to stack several
while you dancin’ wit the devil
my bars come in the dozens
i do it all for my cousin
free my n-gga from the pin. (free ’em)
i do it all wit the pen
so lord forgive us for our sins, and we gone. (bye-bye)

- messiahga the pharaoh

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