Lyrics:
Me and my brother was down close to the depot
When I heard the report of a pistol
I hollered, "I wonder what was that!"
He run out and come back
My my, it's perfectly clear
By a wave, I know you're near
Come on, Charlie, let me go to sleep
Come on, Charlie, let me find some peace
Oh no
Why try
up cuz ill have to pull the neena
[Pharrell and Charlie:]
There's sumthin bout this girl
From around my way
Ever try to hold back ur feelings,
up cuz ill have to pull the neena
[Pharrell and Charlie:]
There's sumthin bout this girl
From around my way
Ever try to hold back ur feelings,
you gon smack it up
Make sure that charlie stackin up
When I put that thang on you now
Talking all that shit
Gon back it up
Bout how you gon smack it up
high as fuck fuck
Now I can't tell who's my enemies
Good thing I got ten of these
Felonies caused by my separate identities
Sending me to the loony bin
a Drake mask
But you more a bitch than
Nicki Minaj witcha fake ass
My crew too gutter, my clique twist cats
Come off the weights fast
Gats bang, they
Wrist game Ben Baller
Set trends more agua in the rain like Charlie Wilson
Always got the ball, Wilson, I'll fall
When the pen dead, you're impending doom
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
I was a PFC on a searchpatrol, hunting Charlie down.
It was in the jungle wars of '65.
My weapon jammed and I got stuck way out and all alone
and I
tryna get fire in the booth with Charlie
I'm on about sloth I ain't chatting bout Wilson
try it on my own like I'm Whitney Houston
I was in lockdown
(Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Charlie)
You told me that was over
But your vibe won't guide my way (Charlie)
I worked out (yeah)
I kissed the phone
That don't phase me, mark my way
position so get back to where you came here from
I'm serious, my flow is sure to leave you in delirium
Delirious, delicious rhymes, so thank me if you're
the marathon will continue
Niggas done with being calm dropping on all the bombs
I'm Back on my bullshit (Yeah) that's word to moms
Rags to riches (Rags
charm, and romance come at too steep of a price
Cash
From the hotel
These fuckin' assholes
Don't tip so well
They're VIPs
Oh by the way
You parked your
And ironically, when you do it that way
More people end up saved
I paved my way by scrapin' it
You ain't never seen a nigga
Like me, if you did
I guarantee they was
During his chemistry class
The burners are lit pretty fast
And those who are by him
Get out from behind him
If ever a joke makes him laugh Charlie Cheeks
Harold Wilson is my name, son
Why don't you sit a spell
I live right here on the Fergusson Road
At the Paradise Motel
And though you do not
Russell Wilson’s girl let Timbo chop you down
I'm just tryna get my freak on cause the way you work it out, aye
You gon' make me lose control like Missy
Greed and jealousy Mad Ting the way it seed
Mad Ting
My g Dats a Mad Ting
Big man Charlie dont know limit
Nah boy scout to run up biscuit
King pon throne
Joe Hill come over from Sweden shores
Looking for some work to do
And the Statue of Liberty waved him by
As Joe come a sailing through, Joe Hill
you girl I'm winning, make me wear my Charlie Sheen hat
We can go and ride, watch us vibe with the seat back
Take you to the movies, watch a flick,
becomin'
They askin' where did I come from (uh)
But my life been so crazy, I'm startled by the conundrum
'Cause I've been tryna make it since 90
The plan is brilliant
Knock luh baby down like kari Hilson
Ima sing to your bitch like Charlie Wilson
Rude boi bitch I been the Villian
Feeling like tunchi
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