Champagne Wishes & Caviar Dreams Lyrics

Tory Lanez

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Lyrics to Champagne Wishes & Caviar Dreams
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You try to run away from temptations, but the shit’s calling,
I’m at the risk cotton, sitting in this bitch balling
I know these women faking and still I can’t call it,
They like you dropping, they ain’t raving when your whip is stolen.
I thought this fame shit would change shit,
I turn around, I’m still surrounded by the same shit.
I’m on a champagne sip, got the flame late still moving up
It’s open seas like the flag shit, buffling the plague click.
You know you ain’t done this, whatever,
Lyrically in come, I’m the brone put together.
Niggers can’t accept at all, they tell me that I sound alike
Uh, a bunch of rappers that all sound alike.
Fuck you, man, I’m off the subject,
These niggers be faking, these bitches be hating,
Shit, I’m about my budget.
First class from the seven is filling the norms,
Scotty Gripping balling win to my women is from.
That’s why they love the dome,
In house left the keys out and never know.
Give me two bad bitches, I give my Elleanor
And some ice cold water to sip this lemon all.
Fuck you niggers, you nigger’s about fifty,
She’s skinny and gold jimmy
For you think you fuck strictly I’m here to get fucked quickly.
Scar mouth, she got Mohawk and he thoughts
With a left dress, which body is the mess.
Don’t be a dog, I can show you how I’m pimping,
Rather leash neat this lifestyle when I’m limping
Rule number one, keep your head up in the wind,
You gotta, gotta make some money, go bananas like it’s chimping.
Folks don’t ever know, heard this pussy niggers hating, fuck, who ever do.
Fly diva, I eat her if she had a boo, but she got to have millions, rapper villie on, stacks on zillion.
You rolling with the state up next, ball met your face like a break up, nigger
And I see I’m trying to take up next, we gonna make a next call it jake out, nigger
We need to fight for, nigger, switch your side, tell me who you ride for,
Do your verge, stop and turn it, nigger, fight for,
Pump seven out of eleven bottle side shore
I got worry, we should kill it, nigger, why for?
Can in the stupid your level, I’m in the sky more.
I’m in the Louie V style, shit is Gucci guitar,
I’m meaning Suzuki models give me Gucci a lot
Bitch, I’m mobbing through the mall, got trullies ‘em all
You’re telling get money, niggers, while I’m truly depart
Me and sun shine up a deal, best skin coping for another winning
Have ‘em like the track field how you run up in it
‘till it’s dead and finished, hop in mane and fuck it with it.

Why is they fucking with me? On my shit, get off my dick
Don’t know what this money all mean,
All I’m left and all I’m which, c’mon
Niggers still hating, c’mon,
Niggers getting ready, c’mon,
Why there is the begging, c’mon,
C’mon, c’mon, c’mon.
C’mon, c’mon, c’mon.
C’mon, c’mon, c’mon.
C’mon, c’mon, c’mon.

C’mon, c’mon, c’mon.

C’mon, c’mon,
C’mon, c’mon,
C’mon, c’mon.

C’mon, c’mon.

C’mon, don’t leave me alone,
Babe, please, don’t leave me alone.
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