Lyrics Celine - Soulja Boy

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Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-uh
Uh, uh, uh
Yeah
She want Celine, Celine
She want Celine, Celine
I′m in the trap all day, yall niggas [?] things
She want some new Celine
She want some new Celine
Ganja, roll up that Ganja
Marijuana, no toxic
Smokin' on exotic, we got it
Rollin′ in Bugatti, pockets sloppy
Pockets nasty, she call me daddy
She want Celine, Celine
She want some new Celine
She want some new Celine
Designer, recliner
My diamonds, trip to China
Trip to Paris, jumpin' out a McLaren
Everybody starin', everybody looking
Big backwood, rollin′ up the cookies
I got Zookies, I got Skittles
Celine, Celine, Celine
Livin′ my life like a dream
Trap jump trampoline
She want some new Celine
I slide red beam
Red eyes, Visine
Cash, and bags, and Xans all on me
She want some new Celine
She want some new Celine
She want some new Celine
Imma just try like the king
She just gon feel like a queen
Yeah, yeah
Cashed out five-hundred thousand for a new Celine
Roxanne all on me, know I keep it all on my jeans
Pulled up to the trap, racks all in the back
Yeah, yeah
She want some new Celine
She want some new Celine
She want some new Celine
She want some new Celine
I pull them racks out my jeans
Yeah, yeah