El RTNC - Pop Champagne lyrics

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El RTNC - Pop Champagne lyrics

[Verse 1: Solace] Illustrate like Stan Lee... Kubrick Color code a rubics cube with my eyes closed Time froze... modern day Pica**o's viotech flows My dialect grows when I elect .... YO Rock mad gold, I'm Guyanese Footwork guaranteed never seen another guy in these Cop twice now they're siamese Ironlak rap, let the iron squeeze then I breeze Crocodile dundee My little thuns jump in the fight like Van Gundy Make your leader wet his undies Holding my balls like Al Bundy Double T reppin' for Queens like we was Run D...M-C Light the sensi, in the Benzy, RTTNC that be the frenzy Kickin' riddles trying to impress men? I'm posted up at Ishkabibbles guzzlin' Gremlins I pen gems, sapphire, never satire Mad liars telling stories by the camp fire Top of the totem, dues paid, never owed'em Couldn't decode'em, got it crackin' like Lamar Odom Chorus (2x) Pop sh** while we pop champagne Pop sh** while we pop champagne Pop sh** while we pop champagne We was one in the same, it's really a damn shame... It's really a damn shame... It's really a damn shame [Verse 2: Oprime39] Oprime time divine mind similar to Einstein Walk a fine line my peoples are what define crime Guard your grill b, on the grind for the realty For a buck or a mill you gotta k** me... When I expire, have my number retired Hang my sneakers on the wire Leave the preaching to the choir Bust shots through the clouds let em know the god coming up When the sun eclipse and thunder struck Then y'all know that I got there Queens in my cross hairs Bless the life of kids with all my lost years But I'm here now... Born to tear it down Surround sound from the Flush to the underground The goal richness gold link dinner plate charm Delinquents calm and bear arms The kid went from working the slop sinks To aluminum trim in the co*kpit Chorus (2x) [Verse 3: Solace] You ain't a runner, you a Caitlin Can't play with my pen, put you in a play pen King pen... heavy pockets waddle like a penguin Never sing, bars box you in, now you in Sing Sing Sippin' ginseng, k**er instinct Sharpen my steel while you listenin' to NSYNC Time-Truth, Q-U... Win-Win COLD WAVE getting spins on 1010 Wins Check the emblem, diamond encrusted Squad deep out in Flushing, mobbing to Junction 7 express, got the lettermen's pressed With the name on the chest that say we the best Making every day pay day Let'em reminisce about the heyday, spitting lyrics like an AK Grown men doing the nay-nay, I call them n****s Shanaynay And point'em to the gateway... Make way we come through, you vacate Samana dos semanas on the vacay Icy Hot while ya whole style Bengay Break the template Bow down to the Sensei Chorus (2x)

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