Cookin Soul - Champagne lyrics

[Hook: Fiend] Young Fiend Turnin' lanes Everybody wanna know What you burnin' mane Champagne Champagne, Champagne, Champagne Spaceship b**hes know my name Everybody wanna know how you earned that change Champagne Champagne, Champagne, Champagne [Verse 1: Curren$y] Flotation device Baby this Impala ride nice She pay me for one-up a lil life (?) A lil excitement A lot of doobie lighting Crack the windows We f** to the thunder and the lightning The neighbors hear her screaming Tell the world how much she like it Oatmeal seats Blueberry Piping Stumbling out the club Way too drunk I had to let my b**h drive it I sit With half-closed eyelids Still twisting up On my 'We Never Die' sh** The f** you thought? Want the best? Tell the plug man Give you some of what I just bought n***a Jets! [Hook] [Verse 2: Fiend] I'm a pursuer for Von's gourmet (?) Incomings off the four-way She was naked 'fore she hit the doorway I know they Hear us from Pigeontown To Norway Alien weed Strain names Gourney (?) Grind up Roll up Roll out Uptown through the South Tell me what you know 'bout Head anywhere Don't necessarily mean you go out Text us on the place (?) You might see the 44's out Monte Carlo's colors of ravens mane Avoid trash tree f** with your people's mane City to City cross seas to continents International Jones be on the bombest sh** [Hook]