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Tiggs Da Author - CHAMPAGNE RIDDIM Lyrics



Tiggs Da Author - CHAMPAGNE RIDDIM Lyrics
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[ Featuring Potter Payper ]

Snowflakes on the counter (counter)
Cocaine champagne showers
The bad B's want more diamonds
Her loyalty, that she's priceless
All I need, all I need, in this life of sin
Is my, big .35 magnum
That my gyal, cuz she's stuck with me
When I was bruck down, lucky me

Before I let a boy play me out this shit, I swear, I haffi drop down
Tell my boy don't trap, you can stop now
So you get the picture, boy the house was cropped out
Yeah I took some L's, I ain't mad cause I prayed for the shit that I got now
I remember three in the morn', used to wake up write my dream on the wall
Demons are callin', freezin'
Had no heating at all
Had to make my hands squeezin' my balls
Now I got the world on my damn shoulder
Getting head from a bitch I used to wank over
"Shawty what's your business?" I could bankroll it
Mayfair branch, got twenty in the man holder
Came a long way from them stolen whips
Came a long a way from the broken lifts
Drink champagne with my bros and shit
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Snowflakes on the counter (counter)
Cocaine champagne showers
The bad B's want more diamonds
Her loyalty, that she's priceless
All I need, all I need, in this life of sin
Is my, big .35 magnum
That my gyal, cuz she's stuck with me
When I was bruck down, lucky me

Where would I be without this rap shit?
Probably in a can back home, visits gettin' packs in
I been real, I never would've made it off this trap ting
I was raised in drug abuse
This ain't a joke, can't do this shit for fashion
Man my lifestyle scary like
Say I caught a fever in a cabin
I'd choose ammonia, I never could imagine
Dem' typa plays that have Julie just naggin'
I got YD and chips like Stacy and Gavin
It's a lifestyle I stay armed and blaggin'
Before I jumped out, I had to make bro ram him
It's kinda ironic that this .44 sounds like a metal door slammin'
Now at least it ain't jammin'
They don't do it live, they just stay Instagramin'
Till their bitches in the toilet keep it cool, all crammin'
I got fifty pie notes for your cocaine habit
And I'm still too tapped to tap it

Snowflakes on the counter (counter)
Cocaine champagne showers
The bad B's want more diamonds
Her loyalty, that she's priceless
All I need, all I need, in this life of sin
Is my, big .35 magnum
That my gyal, cuz she's stuck with me
When I was bruck down, lucky me
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Snowflakes on the counter (counter)
Cocaine champagne showers
The bad B's want more diamonds
Her loyalty, that she's priceless
All I need, all I need, in this life of sin
Is my, big .35 magnum
That my gyal, cuz she's stuck with me
When I was bruck down, lucky me

Before I let a boy play me out this shit, I swear, I haffi drop down
Tell my boy don't trap, you can stop now
So you get the picture, boy the house was cropped out
Yeah I took some L's, I ain't mad cause I prayed for the shit that I got now
I remember three in the morn', used to wake up write my dream on the wall
Demons are callin', freezin'
Had no heating at all
Had to make my hands squeezin' my balls
Now I got the world on my damn shoulder
Getting head from a bitch I used to wank over
"Shawty what's your business?" I could bankroll it
Mayfair branch, got twenty in the man holder
Came a long way from them stolen whips
Came a long a way from the broken lifts
Drink champagne with my bros and shit
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Snowflakes on the counter (counter)
Cocaine champagne showers
The bad B's want more diamonds
Her loyalty, that she's priceless
All I need, all I need, in this life of sin
Is my, big .35 magnum
That my gyal, cuz she's stuck with me
When I was bruck down, lucky me

Where would I be without this rap shit?
Probably in a can back home, visits gettin' packs in
I been real, I never would've made it off this trap ting
I was raised in drug abuse
This ain't a joke, can't do this shit for fashion
Man my lifestyle scary like
Say I caught a fever in a cabin
I'd choose ammonia, I never could imagine
Dem' typa plays that have Julie just naggin'
I got YD and chips like Stacy and Gavin
It's a lifestyle I stay armed and blaggin'
Before I jumped out, I had to make bro ram him
It's kinda ironic that this .44 sounds like a metal door slammin'
Now at least it ain't jammin'
They don't do it live, they just stay Instagramin'
Till their bitches in the toilet keep it cool, all crammin'
I got fifty pie notes for your cocaine habit
And I'm still too tapped to tap it

Snowflakes on the counter (counter)
Cocaine champagne showers
The bad B's want more diamonds
Her loyalty, that she's priceless
All I need, all I need, in this life of sin
Is my, big .35 magnum
That my gyal, cuz she's stuck with me
When I was bruck down, lucky me
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Writer: Adam Muhabwa, Jamel Bousbaa
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Tiggs Da Author - CHAMPAGNE RIDDIM Video
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Performed By: Tiggs Da Author
Featuring: Potter Payper
Language: English
Length: 2:33
Written by: Adam Muhabwa, Jamel Bousbaa

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