paroles de chanson Champagne Showers - Chris Messan

Girl, to be real with you
Tryna pour up, pop a seal with you
Know I'm usually in the field, but a nigga really like the way he feel with you
Only known you for some hours
Still a lot to learn about you
Walking past you, I'm aroused, baby girl you got it poking through the trousers
You love the champagne showers
Louis bags up on the counter
Hit Matsuhisa and frequent at Tao
Been on the go, quick to leave out the town
Falling in love, it don't seem like your style
Head over heels, you ain't been in a while
Deep in the streets, would you throw in the towel?
Calling your phone and I just hear the dial, dial, dial, dial

I want you, girl, I decided
On trips out to different islands
You like to change environments, jet lag been giving you heavy eyelids
Aye, yeah
You anything but the regular (wait)
I'd bet they blowing your cellular
Fuck what them niggas been telling you
You ain't believing the dreams they been selling you
Probably thinking that I'm on the same team
Girl I'll hang up the jersey like A.B.
I don't want the cold shoulder, the AC
Put that top in a knot, wear the plain tee
Tryna take it all off at the St. Regis
Lay you down in the back in the 'Cedes (lil baby)
Might not wait till the bed, can you blame me?
Can you blame me? Can you blame me?
And it get wet like the navy
Ain't nothing new, this your daily (I been knew)
You say they moving fugazi
No trust for nobody, they quick to betray me
Guess you got 'em shook, baby (they shook)
You looking too good, baby (chef, cook)
Just like you should, baby (flight booked)
Come sit on this wood, baby

Girl, to be real with you
Tryna pour up, pop a seal with you
Know I'm usually in the field, but a nigga really like the way he feel with you
Only known you for some hours
Still a lot to learn about you
Walking past you, I'm aroused, baby girl you got it poking through the trousers
You love the champagne showers
Louis bags up on the counter
Hit Matsuhisa and frequent at Tao
Been on the go, quick to leave out the town
Falling in love, it don't seem like your style
Head over heels, you ain't been in a while
Deep in the streets, would you throw in the towel?
Calling your phone and I just hear the dial, dial, dial, dial