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Ybn Cordae - Champagne Glasses Lyrics

Champagne Glasses Song Lyrics
Champagne Glasses by YBN Cordae Uh, okay

Conversations gettin' complicated, I could tell ya, uh
Fifteen, was in them handcuffs with paraphernalia
I grew up in them trenches, boy, your house had wine cellar
If anybody ever had a problem, gave 'em hell
I got my auntie, brothers, daddy, cousin backstage passes
Everybody celebrating' with they champagne glasses
I'm just sittin' full of pain as I'm tourin' the country
Thought the stress-free life was gon' come with the money

Uh, I got my head up in the clouds livin' off daydreamin'
Still high up off of life, I know my light ray beamin'
Got up out river, nigga, now I'm straight mainstreamin'
Flowin' heavy, 'member uncle drove a Chevy on his wrist
Was a stolen Rollie Presi', couldn't tell him sh*t
Arrogance is deadly, in the moment, damn, he relished it
Matchin' chain, embellished it, drug dealer dreams with prison nightmares
Was tight rare, and if the shoe fits, I buy the right pair
Should be gettin' worser by the second, I'm guessin'
Put a smile up on my face 'cause life is all 'bout perception
Tell my niggas that I'm happy, happiness manifestin'
Even though it's quite the opposite, but sh*t, I'm digressin', okay

Conversations gettin' complicated, I could tell ya, uh
Fifteen, was in them handcuffs with paraphernalia
I grew up in them trenches, boy, your house had wine cellar
If anybody ever had a problem, gave 'em hell
I got my auntie, brothers, daddy, cousin backstage passes
Everybody celebrating' with they champagne glasses
I'm just sittin' full of pain as I'm tourin' the country (Yeah, yeah)
Thought the stress-free life was gon' come with the money (Yeah)

Conversations gettin' complicated, investigatin' now (Yeah, yeah)
You can't sh*t on me, you pussy niggas is constipated now (Know what)
Big VL for life, the biggest rabbit in the nation now (Yeah, yeah)
You can't sh*t on me, you pussy niggas is constipated now (Ugh)
Niggas can't sh*t on me, p**s the set, trip on me (Nah)
Play me like I'm pussy, man, once you in her, I burn like syphilis, G
Youngin' did a bid for me, I would slide for him 'cause he slid for me
Know that you feelin' this gangsta sh*t
I can feel it all up in your energy (Yeah, yeah)
Got her pregnant once, I gave her backstage passes
Ride with that dirty, I know my sh*t dirty
I'd rather get caught than get blasted
Crackers don't understand nothin'
Can't different, they treat us like cargo, they stashed us
I just sit back and get high
And I just think 'bout how long this rap sh*t gon' last us (Yeah, yeah)

Conversations gettin' complicated, I could tell ya, uh
Fifteen, was in them handcuffs with paraphernalia
I grew up in them trenches, boy, your house had wine cellar
If anybody ever had a problem, gave 'em hell
I got my auntie, brothers, daddy, cousin backstage passes
Everybody celebrating' with they champagne glasses
I'm just sittin' full of pain as I'm tourin' the country
Thought the stress-free life was gon' come with the money, you know