Socialite Lyrics

Burr...
Yeahh... Gucci

I'm a Socialite, I'm a Socialite
Poppin' Bottles rockin it ice?, goin down tonight
Yeah I'm a Socialite, yeah black Socialite.
Night life, cocktail, party getcha swag right

Yeah, all eyes on me, all eyes on me

Paparazzi, TMZ

All eyes on me, all eyes on me, all eyes on me.

Paparazzi, TMZ

All eyes on me

I'm poppin bottles at a party with Rhianna and Madonna
?, dulche govanna, smokin blunts of marijuana
Kourney Cloey Cortney ballin' with me, I keep models near me
Listening to me crystal clearly like the clarity of my earrings.
I'm the don gotta ain't nottin better
Of the trinsetta, who trendsetta
Girl: TRINSETTA!
All day, your boy, I'm a go getta
Ain't no nigga, gold digger, goldfish, or gorilla.
Got more swag, than Moses or a a young nigga on the 4-wheeler.
No shirt, tatted out, buddy looks, layin him out
Record label, you ain't nothin in the product of gucci town.
You know then I touch down. That night, is my town.
Bad fish, dead fish, you niggas better go and ask around.
Wipe em down.

I'm a Socialite, yeah I'm a Socialite
Poppin' Bottles rockin ice?, goin down tonight
Yeah I'm a Socialite, yeah black Socialite.
Night life, cocktail, party getcha swag right

Yeah, all eyes on me, all eyes on me

Paparazzi, TMZ

All eyes on me, all eyes on me, all eyes on me.

Paparazzi, TMZ

All eyes on me

Black Ferrari, fucking yellow vet red carpet here I fucking come.
White stones, bright watch diamonds on my fucking arm.
Porsche's gota couple of em. See me in another one.
So it's only right, that I came back with another one.
Go for da eight, make a girl so scared that she pee
In her bed. Hearing' voices in my head screaming gucci mane
Vaalaa. So I just got em' so stuck in the shell, cause I just bought
The whole car lot. Micheal Jackson in the hood, I hit the states,
The hoes fall out. Like what the fuck is up, it's gucci mane a'G.
Another G you double C, I am a any in this bitch.
Take a picture with me baby, and it just might change your life.
Smokin swisher out the swisher and I'm boxin 50k a night. Gucci!

Yeah! I'm a Socialite, yeah I'm a Socialite
Poppin' Bottles rockiin ice?, goin down tonight
Yeah I'm a Socialite, yeah black Socialite.
Night life, cocktail, party getcha swag right

Yeah, all eyes on me, all eyes on me

Paparazzi, TMZ

All eyes on me, all eyes on me, all eyes on me.

Paparazzi, TMZ

All eyes on me.
Catch me in LasVegas Poppin bottles next to Baby an them,
With dimond rings so bright they be askin, watcha pay for thum.
Catch me in Miami on a Yot with my labels.
Waka Flaka bri squad, gucci's bitches pray for thum.
Of course I got the house game, you would think I'm coaching them.
Sit so fucking close to them, and now your boy ain't coaching them.
Now that ain't a fashon show, think I'm fucking both of them.
The way my momma cat roll now she got me strokin him.
You gon' see me, hopefully. Cross your fingers, make a wish.
True there ain't no hope for me, I can't stop thinking,
I'm the shit, I'm the shit, I'm the shit.
If I want it, I bought it, bitch.
Shits don't wanna fuck with me, I hits they lost,
I'm fucking rich

Burr!

I'm a Socialite, yeah I'm a Socialite
Poppin' Bottles rockin ice?, goin down tonight
Yeah I'm a Socialite, yeah black Socialite.
Night life, cocktail, party getcha swag right

Yeah, all eyes on me, all eyes on me

Paparazzi, TMZ

All eyes on me, all eyes on me, all eyes on me.

Paparazzi, TMZ

All eyes on me.

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