
Champagne In My Wok JoogSZN (Ft. 03 Greedo, OhGeesy & Z Money)
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[Intro: 03 Greedo]
(LDThaMonsta)
I pour champagne in my Wock'
I lost my brain in the lot
This shit real, like it or not (Joog)
[Chorus: 03 Greedo]
I pour champagne in my Wock’ (Wock')
I lost my brain in the lot (Yeah)
Pull up and aim at the opps (Mm)
I push cocaine by the block (Yeah)
I pour champagne in my Wock'
I lost my brain in the lot
Pull up and aim at the opps
Might sell cocaine by the block
Mm
Had so many ups and downs, so I’m reckless
All my life, been in and out, so I'm reckless
[Verse 1: 03 Greedo]
Might put cocaine in my nostrils (My nostrils)
Feel like I'm singin' the gospel (Alive)
Might pour that drink in my cup (Yeah)
I might just end up in hospital
Since we gon' aim at the opps with those
We been livin' a life we ain't chose
Finna take a hundred bands hostage
Take your mans, you ain't never fought six lives
I’m the the type of sick you ain’t sick like
I'm from out the bricks where we pita roll trick dice
I don’t want your bitch, I just hit that bitch for six nights
Mafia shit like my shoe made of ostrich
I push the bricks while these niggas be flockin', yeah
(LDThaMonsta)
I pour champagne in my Wock'
I lost my brain in the lot
This shit real, like it or not (Joog)
[Chorus: 03 Greedo]
I pour champagne in my Wock’ (Wock')
I lost my brain in the lot (Yeah)
Pull up and aim at the opps (Mm)
I push cocaine by the block (Yeah)
I pour champagne in my Wock'
I lost my brain in the lot
Pull up and aim at the opps
Might sell cocaine by the block
Mm
Had so many ups and downs, so I’m reckless
All my life, been in and out, so I'm reckless
[Verse 1: 03 Greedo]
Might put cocaine in my nostrils (My nostrils)
Feel like I'm singin' the gospel (Alive)
Might pour that drink in my cup (Yeah)
I might just end up in hospital
Since we gon' aim at the opps with those
We been livin' a life we ain't chose
Finna take a hundred bands hostage
Take your mans, you ain't never fought six lives
I’m the the type of sick you ain’t sick like
I'm from out the bricks where we pita roll trick dice
I don’t want your bitch, I just hit that bitch for six nights
Mafia shit like my shoe made of ostrich
I push the bricks while these niggas be flockin', yeah
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