Lyrics Beluga – Nina Chuba
Baby I’m so hype so hype
To be where I are
Is this what life taste like caviar
That s**t is some salty salty salty beluga
But f**k it feels so nice to be bourgeoisie
It’s risky business
For the biscuit witness, sickness
Tell b**ches, keep distance
Social, vicious
Do my make up in the glass ceiling
So pretty, nice feeling
Seen, not heard
S**t unstirred
I do coke
But I love the earth
I don’t choke on my surf and turf
My conscience never had trouble
I’m not the type who would meddle with the muggles
JK, lol, don’t pop my bubble
Or Imma be real mad, real sad
I’ll cry, make you feel bad
So sly, make you step back
Make you wish that
You would have learnt how to b**ch fight
Baby I’m so hype so hype
To be where I are
Is this what life taste like caviar
That s**t is some salty salty salty beluga
But f**k it feels so nice to be bourgeoisie
I wanna TMI for the TMZ
Trade d to c celebrity
Trade all of me for vanity
Subscribe to scientology
Red carpet all my house
Endangered species on my neck
You know what I’m about
Credit score in the red, see this prada
I keep bouncing all my checks, that’s just drama
On the list for all events, nirvana
Where the buffet, where the f**king caviarrar
Baby I’m so hype so hype
To be where I are
Is this what life taste like caviar
That s**t is some salty salty salty beluga
But f**k it feels so nice to be bourgeoisie
Baby I’m so hype so hype
To be where I are
Is this what life taste like caviar
That s**t is some salty salty salty beluga
But f**k it feels so nice to be bourgeoisie…
➤ Written by Dillistone & Nina Chuba
Produced by Dillistone
Nina Chuba | 2021
