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We shake champagne until we break the shit Forever on some gangster shit I done got too much bread now Dropping dead presidents up on my anklets Hunnids, twenties, tens, fives Stack until it multiplies We swerve through doing circles when we want to That's just a normal Oakland Night I came outside of the jungle with no scratches I played outside on the mattress doing backflips With no atlas, someone how I still mapped it My way out of the slums to a mansion Now my lifestyle just match with my status I'm a queen babe, I desеrve a palace Long nights I would sleep on a pallet Now I got еverything I imagined I done got everything except an Aston Martin No keys bitch, you gotta push to start it Came from the land of the young and heartless So my arm rest expands to a gun compartment Gangstas pop they guns, mhmm I just pop Chandon, mhmm Pimping like Don Juan, mhmm I'm just living, having fun, mhmm We shake champagne until we break the shit Forever on some gangster shit I done got too much bread now Dropping dead presidents up on my anklets Hunnids, twenties, tens, fives Stack until it multiplies We swerve through doing circles when we want to That's just a normal Oakland Night Tonight, tonight I'm from Oakland baby City of dope since the 80s, we be goin' crazy Gotta give it me to 'cause it's money on my mind now Stacking and flipping it, cash apping it and PayPal's Old school running getting sideways Have 'em lost by the time I hit the highway Sideshow start at eight and I finish with a figure eight White tee, Nikes, 501's, tapered fades Foothill, Mac, Bancroft, yeah that's all I know They changed international, I still call it E14 East Oakland to the West to the North Pole High speeding, like I'm dirty or the whip stolen Racial profiling all-time high Soon as they think about getting on me, I budaba-bye They already goin' in, ghetto bird, they ain't playin' fair Speedometer say a hunnid, I'm taking them there We shake champagne until we break the shit Forever on some gangster shit I done got too much bread now Dropping dead presidents up on my anklets Hunnids, twenties, tens, fives Stack until it multiplies We swerve through doing circles when we want to That's just a normal Oakland Night I was lost in this game until I found a way to eat Too stuck in my ways, knee-deep in these streets Can't nobody feel this pain, I was broke on my knees They took snooze away, you think I'm letting niggas breathe? Chopsticks shut his body down, make him freeze Free Bill, it was bruh time to sleep Can't wait until you home, we gon' get back to this cheese I fear 'em nigga, they gon' bleed like I bleed, sleaze Shoot him 'til he take his last breath, with ease Finger put that .40 where he think, bitch please Lil' foreign bitch, named Armeez Before he shows up, I charge fees, I charge fees (trick) Least I'ma take us a .3, bitch It's the highway robbery, black tints Right behind me, you can't see I'm the shit, I can make a bad bitch take a knee We shake champagne until we break the shit Forever on some gangster shit I done got too much bread now Dropping dead presidents up on my anklets Hunnids, twenties, tens, fives Stack until it multiplies We swerve through doing circles when we want to That's just a normal Oakland Night (Oakland Night)
Writer(s): Vincent Van Den Ende, Justin Keitt, Kamaiyah Johnson, Capoleon Price, Charles K Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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