Lil Kim - Champagne Poppin MP3 dan Lirik Lagu

[intro: lil kim, (big mike)]
kimmy blanco, wiz khalifa
(new lil' kim, wiz khalifa
this right here's called poppin' champagne)
{y'all already know what it is man}
(oh yeah)
it's tax season (black friday b-tch)
uhuh {taylor gang}, i.r.s
you are now rocking with the best, yeah

[verse 1: lil kim}
keep the champagne coming all night, that's my motto
to everybody in the crowd got they own bottle
nails done, hair done, manicured toes
they still on them pink bottles, we on that ice roll
yeah, that's that new sh-t
bottles all white, like obama's crib
and they still talking old gold
i just netted half a mil' from some old gold
ralph lauren polo, that be the logo
dom p, ace of spades, veuve cliquot
champagne bath and a champagne gl-ss
i p-ss champagne, that's my campaign ad
i.r.s we the m.v.p.s of the year
see them sparkles in the air, know they coming over here
we poppin' rosé, like it's independence day
even though it's more bottles on the way

[hook: wiz khalifa]
i'ma need more champagne
tell the waitress grab a couple more bottles and bring 'em up
we got a bar for every n-gga that came with us
you got some broads, then bring 'em up
grab a drink and get f-cked up
champagne
see them bottles of rosé when they think of us
we just all up in the club to spend paper up
what you hating for, get the waitress bruh
i'ma need —

[verse 2: wiz khalifa]
uh, and i'm still talkin' champagne
good weed, bad b-tches and airplanes
n-ggas get extra like spare change
leave ya b-tch 'round my gang, then she fair game
get so hot, you standing near a flame
20 thousand on my wrist, 50 on my chain
club owners mad we drinkin' all the rosé
and n-ggas hate but i just go off what the hoes say
he a skinny n-gga, but he do it big
yeah it's lookin' like a movie but it's how i live
young boss, taylor gang general
drinkin' out the pink bottle, rosé imperial
and my bad b-tch look like a centrefold
cook like a chef, smoke like it's medicinal
smell the engine burnin', you hear my tyres murk
we be poppin' corks like fireworks
(i'ma need more champagne)
vip is full of red bottles
in the city that i come from, i'm the head honcho
ounces full of kush, bottles full of moët
see me in my yellow car, she got so wet
used to smoke blunts, now she roll planes
quit f-ckin' with her n-gga, he was so lame
says she love the taste, but she don't know the name
drinkin' by the case, i gon' need you to bring (more champagne)
i'm with my goons gettin' liquored up
make this money then blow it, like i don't give a f-ck
show up to the club, they brought them bottles out
you gettin' paper, you should know just what i'm talkin' 'bout
uh, i live the life you write a song about
b-tches think i'm famous, favours come in large amounts
standing on the table, standing on the couch
somebody tell the waitress that we almost out

[hook: wiz khalifa]
i'ma need more champagne
tell the waitress grab a couple more bottles and bring 'em up
we got a bar for every n-gga that came with us
you got some broads, then bring 'em up
grab a drink and get f-cked up
champagne
see them bottles of rosé when they think of us
we just all up in the club to spend paper up
what you hating for, get the waitress bruh
i'ma need more champagne