Champagne Face Lyrics by $UICIDEBOY$ & Germ is a brand new English song from DIRTIESTNASTIEST$UICIDE (2022) album. Champagne Face Lyrics are written by Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux Jr. & Germ while the song is produced by Budd Dwyer, Jakik, CD.mp3 & SPLITMIND.
Champagne Face Song Details:
| Song: | Champagne Face |
| Album: | DIRTIESTNASTIEST$UICIDE (2022) |
| Singer(s): | $UICIDEBOY$ & Germ |
| Produced by: | Budd Dwyer, Jakik, CD.mp3 & SPLITMIND |
| Written by: | Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux Jr. & Germ |
Champagne Face Lyrics
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 sh!t on lock (B!tch)
Sl!ck with the minds, Reach for the wallet, Get popped
I’m at the top, Don’t know no flop
Feeling a way, I need all of the guap
Feeling my bag, But I need a big box
It ain’t gone work ‘Cause a n!gga too hot
Woah, Woah, Ho, Woah
Way too T, Might crash the Rolls
Outta my body, My thing gone fold
Your b!tch had it right on my glitter and gold
White on her toes, Get some white on her nose (B!tch)
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 sh!t!)
Check the clock
We’re running out of time (Yeah, Okay)
Wasting my time, Might as well get started rolling hella big blunts
Break in his —?, Summon, Summon the Holy Ghost (In the name of the Father)
Slow smoking on sloping dope, 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 fu*ker solid
Check the clock and wax the time
Check the clock, We’re running out of time
(Three finger, Six digits for the gang)
Smoking Swisher blunts, Riding, Middle finger up
Residue stuck in my nose, Go *snort*
And I get high as fu*k
—?, Got my b!tch on angel dust (Wetto)
Squirt my pistol while she suck and fu—, Oh my God
Hold it down, Still going out this round
Forgis on the Benz floating 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