Nina Chuba - Beluga lyrics
Nina Chuba [Nina Katrin Kaiser] Wedel, Schleswig-Holstein, Germany
[Nina Chuba - Beluga lyrics]
Baby, I'm so hype, hype to be where I are
Is this what life taste, like caviar?
That shit is some salty, salty, salty beluga
But fuck, it feels so nice to be, fuck
Baby, I'm so hype, hype to be where I are
Is this what life taste, like caviar?
That shit is some salty, salty, salty beluga
But fuck, it feels so nice to be bourgeoisie
Ah ooh ah
It's risky business, mm
For the biscuit, witness, sickness
Tell bitches, "Keep distance"
Social, vicious
Do my make-up in the glass ceilin'
So pretty, nice feelin'
Seen not hear, shit 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 that type who would
Meddle with the muggles
JK, LOL, don't pop my bubble
Or I'ma 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 bitch fight
Baby, I'm so hype, hype to be where I are
Is this what life taste, like caviar?
That shit is some salty, salty, salty beluga
But fuck, it feels so nice to be bourgeoisie
Ah ooh ah
Mm, 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 bouncin' all my checks
That's just drama
On the list for all events, nirvana
Where the buffet? Where
The fucking caviar-ar?
Baby, I'm so hype, hype to be where I are
Is this what life taste, like caviar?
That shit is some salty, salty, salty beluga
But fuck, it feels so nice to be bourgeoisie
Ah ooh ah
Baby, I'm so hype, hype to be where I are
Is this what life taste, like caviar?
That shit is some salty, salty, salty beluga
But fuck, it feels so nice to be bourgeoisie
Ah ooh ah
Is this what life taste, like caviar?
That shit is some salty, salty, salty beluga
But fuck, it feels so nice to be, fuck
Baby, I'm so hype, hype to be where I are
Is this what life taste, like caviar?
That shit is some salty, salty, salty beluga
But fuck, it feels so nice to be bourgeoisie
Ah ooh ah
It's risky business, mm
For the biscuit, witness, sickness
Tell bitches, "Keep distance"
Social, vicious
Do my make-up in the glass ceilin'
So pretty, nice feelin'
Seen not hear, shit 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 that type who would
Meddle with the muggles
JK, LOL, don't pop my bubble
Or I'ma 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 bitch fight
Baby, I'm so hype, hype to be where I are
Is this what life taste, like caviar?
That shit is some salty, salty, salty beluga
But fuck, it feels so nice to be bourgeoisie
Ah ooh ah
Mm, 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 bouncin' all my checks
That's just drama
On the list for all events, nirvana
Where the buffet? Where
The fucking caviar-ar?
Baby, I'm so hype, hype to be where I are
Is this what life taste, like caviar?
That shit is some salty, salty, salty beluga
But fuck, it feels so nice to be bourgeoisie
Ah ooh ah
Baby, I'm so hype, hype to be where I are
Is this what life taste, like caviar?
That shit is some salty, salty, salty beluga
But fuck, it feels so nice to be bourgeoisie
Ah ooh ah