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South Central Cartel - Champagne Wishes lyrics
[ VERSE 1: Havikk the Rhime Son ] I'm high-class, wife got the mink and ( ? ) I'm drinkin Dom Perrignon bathtub all gold Roll a Lexus with the Rolex on my neck, it's Caviar, bubblebaths, hoes wanna sex this Million dollar gee cause they all wanna hang Givin up that putang cause all they see is the fame Or just riches, they just bitches, unlike snitches Penetration's what they get, ass stitches A stretch-limo on the all-gold Daytons Playa-hatin me is like hangin out with Satan I own my own jet so I can swerve to Thaiti, me and my lady And it's a trip how me and my homies been hangin lately I own a mansion, I'm stackin chips I'm eatin lobbster and crab leavin bigger tips '95 Explorer hittin corners on my cellular bent In my jaccuzzi, watchin a movie, my life is heaven-sent [ CHORUS: L.V. ] This is the life that I want to live Can't let nobody stop me Dom Perrignon, a little Alizé It's gon' be on, can't you see? Ladies on the left, ladies on the right This game is so exciting But it's to be sold and not to be told So grab your cabbage, homie [ VERSE 2: Prode'je ] I live the lifestyles of the ganster rich and the famous Mister Playa Playa, 13 hoes with mo' anus A black urban as I bounce in my suburban Lookin superb off o-x and I'm swervin So much bucks the hoes call me Scrooge McDuck I make the tricks quack to get a crack at the sack The '86 Lac in the back The sanitary white Lex-o 17 inch ( ? ) And I dare you to try to get with this I take baths in Moët and dry off with $1000 bills Still I invest in the hood Performin c's on the block Make the homies clock a knot And it don't stop My lifestyle's not petty, I rock steady Paid in full to get the pull And I should buy up the whole hood Then we could live lavish with the cabbage [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 3: Havikk the Rhime Son ] I flew overseas just so I could see Prod and Mouthpiece put it down in italy And the hood had me feelin the pain with strain But things changed, now I'm the million dollar mane [ Prode'je ] Inhale, pistol grip on the hip, ten g's in the pocket Jump out the 454 and I locks it Eye-sockets upon my pocket Raise the pistol grip off my hip and unlocks it [ Rhime Son ] I Rhime Son rollin a cherry-black Impala And I ought to buy a blue, one a true one 1996 hear the cheer from the front to the rear With caviar dreams in yo ear [ Prode'je ] And I hear all the rumours that's bein spreaded About where we headed and who we goes to bed with Even though I'm livin this million dollar life You better think twice before you get sliced [ CHORUS ] |
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