Champagne Lyrics - E-40

Get up early, tell that bitch to give brain 

Then brush my teeth with champagne 

Then brush my teeth with champagne 

Then brush my teeth with champagne 

We met at the club, I fucked her the fire 

She swam in the pool, I smoked in the spa 

Girl and we ball, you robbin Peter for Paul 

Gotta keep indoors when killers sleep in your yard 

I get it so fast on your sense you're the vet 

I'm up in the function, young nigga tippin this glass 

My jacket expensive, it's made out of lizard 

I fuck with E-40, that nigga been bout his business 

We going million for million, OG giving me game 

BS all in my deal then sprinkle me mane 

Fuck boy, been real 

Big money, straight bout it 

Double M, E-40 

Rose straight wilin 

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My gold chain bitch like a monument 

Music hella wild like a argument 

Throw yo head like a golf tournament 

Hanging on the trees like a ornament 

And I put that on my gat, 30R6 with the good far strap 

Put yo face back like a plastic surgeon 

Put you out of business like Merlin's 

This is for kisses and flirtin 

He suffers baby lotion, Jergens 

If you satisfyin that botch 

You ain't gotta pacify that botch 

Take the training wheels off (Take the training wheels off) 

Look, I'm never on time, I'm the last to arrive 

Probably gon be late for my own funeral 

Never been a square, never been a cubical 

Used to sell drugs like a pharmaceutical 

Pharmaceutical, pharmaceutical 

Used to sell drugs like a pharmaceutical 

Got the blue whip, got the green thumb 

Split it down the middle, put it in my lung 

Photos 

On point, I'm filthy 

That's that free throw 

They said I burned my bridges 

Cop a speedboat 

Young nigga ballin, fuck niggas don't like it 

Got yo bitch in the air, legs crossed like mercy 

Man I brush my teeth with champagne 

Fucked yo bitch wearin every chain 

Big firetruck full of them 

Get that D like Gary Payton 

California here, coke boys out here 

Can't you see I'm high? 

Stop talkin there inmy ear 

Swerving Xan too, diamonds be clean 

I'm the 10th mill, have me hot for 10 weeks 

Sippin on it, grippin on it, whippin on that foreign 

Now I'm beefin on er all night 

And I'll be a ghost in the morning