Lyrics:
happnin' charlie B
Aye
Talk some get some
By the way
I was coolin at the crib
And I turned on the tv
Like how relaxed can I get
Then I made som' to eat eat
nigga
Now I got to change, you ain't got nothin' to do with me
I'm goin' to Hell, nigga
My baby mama don't fuck with me no more
Can't my thug with
makes the world go 'round
Who made the beat? Charlie (yee)
Monte Carlo, big sharks on my ankles (Monte Carlo)
I drape out all my broads, Cartier
nothin' for you to pass me and get broke
I been like this
Since the lickle youth
Stickin' cats for better major Skittles, too
Now Or Later's, Jolly Rangers
' feels better, it feels so right, baby
Feel me inside you
Nothin' feels better, oh baby
Oh, let's make love tonight
Love me by candle light, turn off
I take grams of coke,
Mix it with lactose, that's what I do!
Stretch
I make a ounce a dope
With like a eighth of dope, befo' I'm through!
Product
give a damn bout how other folks
Treat you man
I just wanna let you know pimp,
You ain't missin' nothin' homeboy
Real Talk
[Chorus]
I know
stressed him
Still, show up the next night
God bless him
Rolling face
Threw my back into it
Amazed by my waist
Asked me how I do it
Got the wild side of me
gonna do it just do it
There ain't nothin to it
There ain't nothin to it
I try to tell em too many times
Now I do this by lonely every time
I ain't never
gonna do it just do it
There ain't nothin to it
There ain't nothin to it
I try to tell em too many times
Now I do this by lonely every time
I ain't never
dream
And I do it for the people, and do it for the King
Don't speak for me, real talk don't speak for me
Got my own thoughts, got my own voice, got my
[Chorus]
Dinco, Dinco, Go Dinco
Go Charlie, Charlie go
Charlie. Go Busta, Busta
Go Busta. You know we got style
When it comes to shout
They look like they hate me, I just look away
I just chill here, on my lonelys
Better by myself, prefer to be alone, yeah
I can't feel, nothin' I'm too
many on Sunday
They be speaking on gunplay
Acting tough but ain't gon' swing
I was alone and the phone rang
It better be money
I know what you told
Cause his whole career he been
Known for havin' terrible lines
In every category I'm better
I do it more Cass'
And my delivery probably sicker than
lay you sideways
Hop in the back girls, freaky Fridays!
If you got beef, then you better step up bitch
Hollywood Undead ain't nothin' to fuck with
lay you sideways
Hop in the back girls, freaky Fridays
If you got beef, then you better step up bitch
Hollywood Undead ain't nothin' to fuck with
the devil
Yea you do it good but I'm doin it better
I run up I come up I'm cold like the weather
I'm always protected I got me a sweater
You know that I want
do her thing
Imma sit back, and I
Won't say nothing, nothing, nothing
Don't say nothin'
(You can't believe everything)
Sit right there and look sexy
Ha ha ha haa
Brothers and sisters we're gathered here today
To listen to a young man that's on fiiya
You sittin in the church wit reverend charlie
pop em if they sealed up
I dont do no talkin to the feds, my lips be sealed up
Tell me who be rappin better in my city? Pff Ill wait
Got no time
smell me' Suckers do what they can; playas do what they
Want, dig it' Charlie Hustle, everytime up in
Your talk. Yeah, face it. Krayzie Bone, Gangsta
better reconsider
Ya work should speak before you do
Want a foreign whip with that moon roof
Not just for me, for the crew too
And if you keep it real, I
Ad-libs... what should I do with him? (Yo put him in detention too!)
[Charlie Brown]
Welllll, how now brown cow?
Make the girls go OOOH-AHH-OOOH-AHH!
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