Cheerious - champagnepapi
Lyrics by:Carlos Pereira
Composed by:Carlos Pereira
Tay Keith **** these niggas up
**** these niggas up
**** these niggas up
Ah damn ah damn ah damn ah damn
You know Gucci let it blam
Then he pass it to his man
Got a batting glove on
He don't hold it in his hand
Then he throw it out the window
And just leave it where it land
Or he throw it in the water
Make 'em dig it out the sand aye
Scratched off the serial
We call that **** a Cheerio
And then they take their clothes
Off and bleachin' that material
I'm gone
Aye
They be wishing death on me like 50 Cent
Many men many many many men
Trust me there's a ton of them
I should probably be
In there with Thug and 'em
Or be in there with Gunn' and 'em
If they locking niggas up for it
Growing up around some
Hittas tryna govern 'em boy
Building something from the
Bottom with ya brothers there aye
J Skull get hot he an oven hand aye
Spend some bands but I'll
Never fall in love again
Winning not enough for me
I like to be petty 'bout it
Drop a number one and when
It's done I just forget about it
Aww you think you know what
Happen 'cause you read about it
Aww give me head and don't
Get in your head about it
Crisp Nike Forces the
Only time I force it
I told her get a bag
And some shoes and some more ****
She heard I got a girl and
I bought her even more ****
Don't tell me what you heard if
You can't tell me who the source is
Aww I had a sixth sense at 21
How the **** did the 6 let in 21
Older women always
Told me I was one of one
She was 30 when we sexed
I was 21
I be talking to the DA
Like that nigga dumb what
You be talking to the DA
Like yeah he the one
You almost 50 but you're
Rapping like you're 21
Where the **** they do that
Aside from where you're from
Tay Keith **** these niggas up
**** these niggas up
Ah damn ah damn ah damn ah damn
You know Gucci let it blam
Then he pass it to his man
Got a batting glove on
He don't hold it in his hand
Then he throw it out the window
And just leave it where it land
Or he throw it in the water
Make 'em dig it out the sand aye
Scratched off the serial
We call that **** a Cheerio
And then they take their clothes
Off and bleachin' that material
I'm gone