Idk - Champagne Poetry (Freestyle) lyrics

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Idk - Champagne Poetry (Freestyle) lyrics

[Part I] [Intro] I love you, I love you, I love you Until I, until I I love you, I love you, I love you Until I find the only words I know that you (Uh-huh) Until I, until I (Uh-huh, uh) Find the only words I know that you Until I, until I [Chorus] I know you see it, girl This ain't sittin' real good to my soul Everywhere this little girl goes She pick up another obstacle She was my heart I don't know the tribe or the fall But by default She don't think of me [Verse] I thought she was an Indian (Navajo) She be slangin' thangs like a simian (Now I know) All my life, wanted an Indian (There she go) Now she's far away Ran my own sh*t since 2015 no team, just me and the friends We doing our ting, South by Southwest, thеy swarm to the stage for me But it wasn't for mе, like actually I performed for five people Including the janitor, including my manager But I was performing like ninety-nine was my stamina Eighty-eight was my overall Held my heart to my chest like my heart was sitting on overalls Life testing me constantly like it's filming an overall Talking to myself like, "When I make it, it's over for y’all" Now they can't wait to put their hands in the air like a know-it-all Then I put my bad b*tch on side-stage to show it off Ironic, 'cause I ain't know what I was doing, I'll be honest But I knew that I would make it, crazy, I'm just exaggerating The thoughts of me contemplating was constantly haunting me Maybe I should be modest Maybe being top-ten was not it The thought of even trying make me vomit, mom's spaghetti But I was armed and ready, ran out of bullets, machete I cut the doubt off 'cause that was my downfall When the beat switch up, it's going down, y'all Between an eighth and a pound, that's where the ounce fall And I could never fall Like Balenciaga on the sweats when they tried to attach it to the draws [Part II] [Intro] Real ni**a for life (Uh, yah) Freddie Gibbs brought me on my first tour (Uh, uh, uh) But I ain't take that line personally, though (It's mandatory) 'Cause, 'cause the Cubans is diamond but the jeans is relaxed-fit (Yeah), Dries We don't do skinnies no more (One, two, one, two) Mmh, time to cut somebody up like a good joke (Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse] Now I'm cutting ni**as up like a good joke I'm in some ni**as' mouths that I'm not thinking about I'm too focused on good throat And right after I nut, switch it up, switch it up Now the focus is gettin' dough You ain't got a SWAT team, we kickin' doors These pussy ni**as watching, we hitting ghost While you ni**as chasing b*tches we hit before You ni**as is hypocrites, we grip on the hip to hit The target we militant, you hiding behind the tint I bust through the glass, ni**a, that's your ass Whether you guilty or you innocent, I fu*k, I fu*k Santa Monica, I sin again I might say who gon' win the Super Bowl again I'll say who's winnin' the playoffs and tell my friends To bet all of their money 'cause when I say it and mean it You seen it, motherfu*ker, that sh*t is happenin' (Visionary) b*tch, I'm on top like it's missionary Got the cruise in control like this whip is Terry After the dick grab, hit 'em with the Harry or Harvey (Weinstein, baby) Hahaha I've been tryna write but lately, I've been Jay-Z I've been off the top like Kodak, you ain't get the picture? (Maybe) I'm almost at the four-minute mark Opps waiting for a ni**a to lose his spark but that's (Crazy) b*tch, I could keep going, Lil Wayne on this thing I could take your advice but you don't (Pay me) Matter fact, you kinda did with the stream But you know what I mean, b*tch, nobody could (Tame me) Number one on Billboard, it ain't a Hot 100 But it's still one out of a hundred, that's (Crazy) I think I said crazy already but I'm going dumb through my eyes Dumb through my eyes, dumb through my— (Lazy) I'm clever with the bars, mixologist with a scholarship I'm smart as sh*t (Baby) I'm shaking up the ground when I move Ground when I move, ground when I move, pray for (Haiti) Just bought another house 'Bout to put a wine cellar in this b*tch, word to (Amy) [Outro] Uh, what— what else rhymes with Amy?

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