Champagne Face (Explicit)

Composed by：Aristos Petrou/Scott Arceneaux Jr./Jerry Antoine

Check the clock we're running out of time

You can run but you cannot hide

Check the clock we're running out of time

You can run but you cannot hide

Good to beam up Scotty

Check the clock we're running out of time

You can run but you cannot hide

Check the clock we're running out of time

You can run but you cannot hide

Check the clock we're running out of time

You can run but you cannot hide

Check the clock we're running out of time

Ah-ah

You can run but you cannot hide

A'ight a'ight a'ight

Please check the time

Ah

Please check the clock

Yeah

It's time to ride this **** on lock

*****

Slick with the minds reach for the wallet get popped

I'm at the top don't know no flop

Feelin' a way I need all of the guap

Feelin' my bag but I need a big box

It ain't gon' work 'cause a n***a too hot

Woah woah ho woah

Way too T might crash the Rolls

Outta my body my thing gon' fold

Your ***** had it right on my glitter and gold

White on her toes get some white on her nose

*****

Pints on the floor please leave me alone

I move with a fee they can't get the low

Yeah

Popped out with the rocket and blew up the stove

Bad ****

Check the clock we're running out of time

Yeah okay

Wastin' my time might as well get started rollin' hella big blunts

Break in his summon summon the Holy Ghost

In the name of the Father

Slow smokin' on slopin' d**e a thousand thoughts at once

And now I fold spin out control

Yeah yeah

Just feel like

But I think I might like it I'm pulling the zipper

I'm willing to give anything a try

At least once if I like it then it'll be mine

Four five six that ****** solid

Check the clock and wax the time

Check the clock we're running out of time

Three finger six digits for the gang

Smokin' Swisher blunts ridin' middle finger up

Residue stuck in my nose go *snort* and I get high as ****

Got my ***** on angel dust

Wetto

Squirt my pistol while she suck and fu oh my God

Hold it down still goin' out this round

Forgis on the Benz floatin' like a poltergeist

'Til I die it's Grey*59

Hunnid dollar bills snorting thousand dollar lines

Check the clock we're running out of time

You can run but you cannot hide

Check the clock we're running out of time

You can run but you cannot