Vince Staples - Champagne Wishlist lyrics

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Vince Staples - Champagne Wishlist lyrics

[Hook] Champagne Wishlist, Bad Hoes Smear that slipstick, Black Porsche Gt with stick shift Seat heaters, came wit' bisquick Break fast, stop a n***as lifeline Speed off, leave him dead at the red-light Tell them b**h a** n***as, get they bread right Or get they lead right Load up we out here erry night [Verse 1] Let me take you n***as back in the day When some n***as from my city claim east side pain It was like '08, sidekick '08s That we here for Filithyz made racks off robbery Ain't a n***a livin' stoppin' me Unless he poppin' me Momma said I lost the God in me ,My apology, Live for takin' n***as property Gangsta' hawk in me Asking if the coppers follow me, n***a probably But I ain't never been scared of a lil' swine Down to do a lil' time Gimme space to clear my mind Countin' up the sins of mine Ran outta hands and feet Holla' at me if you need the hands, i'll supply your need I need the cheese, like a dope man needs the fiend I don't believe anything' a n***a ever see The only thing that scaring me, is a better me So testin' me, you'll put your life in jeopardy [Hook] Champagne Wishlist, Bad Hoes Smear that slipstick, Black Porsche Gt with stick shift Seat heaters, came wit' bisquick Break fast, stop a n***as lifeline Speed off, leave him dead at the red-light Tell them b**h a** n***as, get they bread right Or get they lead right Load up we out here erry night [Verse 2] I introduce to you America's disaster Known as young black man wit'out a master Ain't signin' sh** unless you givin n***as masters The old men in space that I roam ima blast em So try to play me and you kno' what's coming after A hit em with them yam, like lebron on the gather Never been a pacifist Blame it on my pastor When they tried to gimme a** to kiss I gave them automatics Makin' matters worse, every time I patch a verse Blame the FBI for the unsuspected d**h of mine Columbine, when it's chopper time Chopper, chop her down, chopper style Still a juvenile, but I'm runnin' wild

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