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mid - champagne influence كلمات الأغنية

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mark taylor on the beat, my n-gg-
uh huh

[verse 1: mid r kay]
on the campaign for champagne
see my life flash through me through these black frames
if that woman don’t go down thats a d-mn shame
its uncle man muhf-cka f-ck a last name
i sip slow in the fast lane
i hit smoke ’till my last day
i tip toe away from her, on her bed sleep
i don’t really wanna hear that b-tch speak
uh, i’m just a mo’ wet poet
huh, make sure that bottle cold
careful when you po’ it
shorty lookin’ and i know it
oh it’s so obvious, laughin’ amongst yo’ friends
as your smile makes its way to my end
i couldn’t argue with your beauty even if i was a lobbyist
what your job be is, if it ain’t modeling
with that gold plated foil ’round yo’ neck
sh-t i’m vexed i forgot the context of the text that i sent
talkin’ crazy ’cause i’m bent
that sh-t stink ’cause them n-gg-s never vent like i do
i keep it real pulp fiction viral
with a mid song over it
that was just a thought now i’m over here (i’m over here)
triple r studie the youth are gettin’ restless and a little moody
she give that head gone yeah fructis, smokin’ fruity
pause haha
i don’t even say pause no more though man

[hook: mid r kay]
what’s the corkage fee the waiter cordially told me
that for me, it was free
let it be, let it be
all these problems i contain just let whatever happened
’cause the stars are arranged and there’s nothin’ i can change
change happens over time through experience in mind
and you know that wine age

[verse 2: mid r kay]
1969, yeah she 19 and she fine
recitin’ all my lines in the privacy of her room
i will love you ’till the tomb, be your groom if it were up to me
but it ain’t up to me
it ain’t nothin’ she makes me feel which
when her neck in my grip i just sit
’cause the thought of her body overwhelms me
she tells me the safe word, my face turns
she’s beautiful, like a greek goddess she’s the hottest
and i’m honest but i can’t even be modest
if i told you i was modest that’s just contradictory
all the trickery (all the trickery) the bottle of moscato
in my system, she tell me all these fabricated truths
i believe ’em, then send me all these pictures of her i receive ’em
i guess i’m trying to say that she’s who i believe in
i’m never leavin’

- mid

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