Phil Thrill – Celebration

Phil Thrill – Celebration Lyrics

Artist: Phil Thrill
Song: Celebration

Yo, yo
Okay
NYC, I be skyscraper high
Three kids dine in, my bill be really high

Twenty-one and over, drink pairing with the steak
Cliché, but I sent her roses on a date
n#gg#s lame, Charlemagne, donkey of the day
n#gg#s mad, Tay-K when I do the race

Twenty-five put away, that’s for the bail money
Double that, triple that, that’s for the lawyer fees
Spike Lee, do the right thing
She text back, I might end up doin’ the wrong thing

Marriott, she hit me eggplant emoji
Now days I’m ballin’ like Shaq and Kobe
On a triplе beam, everything you owе me
Smokin’ weed to calm my nerves, word to OG

First class, New York City, baby, OG
Player sh#t on the daily as we proceed, okay
Conscience be my guidance, walking out the house, no wedding ring
A thin line between love and hate, a good predicament

Damn, there I go, giving hoes real good dick again
Hypnotized by the p#ss#, caught up in rotation
Smooth criminal, Billie Jean when I’m pasting
Big dick n#gg# in her mouth when she tasting

Got her legs sky high, yeah, they Harlem Shaking
Monopoly with all this money, baby, like I’m banking
Buying property, way up, it’s in the five now
Five years later, tryna have my kids in college

Ice Cube, Busta Rhymes, higher learning knowledge
That’s the sh#t ya girlfriend give me up in private, look
Goofball at it’s finest, that’s what ya mans is
I be power line tryna sing to the b#tches

Loving how I talk, fell in love with my deep voice
Betty Crocker, when it bake, I keep that p#ss# moist
Okay, I’m curvin’ sh#t like the third leg baton
Nipsey Hussle, baby, we can run a marathon

Gettin’ money daily, that’s the type of sh#t I’m on
I’m chillin’ in the cut, no Neosporin
p#rn star status, yeah, I gotta have it
I f#ck with Oak Cliff, shout out to South Dallas

I’m ballin’ out, baby, I’m playin’ like a Maverick
We stayin’ at the W across from the Mavericks
Big stepper out the shower, Ralph Lauren robe
Got your girl massaging, rubbing on my toes

Feelin’ way too wavy, tsunami on you hoes
Big dawg sh#t, I had to wipe a n#gg#’s nose
Mossberg pump, in case he wanna know
Bone Thugs singin’, got ’em crossroad

John Wick flow when I’m shootin’ through the door
Ludacris, baby, when I’m throwin’ them bows
Club Member status, got the miles by the trillion
And it’s complementary champagne every time I check in

Don’t worry ’bout the bags, doorman’ll get it
Weed smell good, the valet used to it
Told me that we good, the hotel got the balcony
I called my n#gg#s like, “Yo, this is where you gotta be”

Drop the addy, location, confirmation
Champagne celebration
Like, woo
Champagne, celebrate

Champagne, celebrate
Champagne, celebrate
One time, like…
Champagne, celebrate

Champagne, celebrate
Champagne, celebrate
Real Dallas in this b#tch, like… (Ooh-wee, ayy)
Ayy, champagne, celebrate (Hey, hey)

Champagne, celebrate….
Hey, hey, hey
One time in this b#tch, like… (Hey, hey, hey)
Two times in this b#tch, like… (Hey, hey, hey)

Three times in this b#tch, like… (Hey, hey, hey)
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Release Year: 2022