Lyrics:
the green, I'm in love with the Charlie
He a big bitch only real with his partners
Ask me do I give a fuck, hardly
She threw a perc back, shit got gnarly
Good morning
(Good morning, sir can I help you?)
Uh, yes do you have a copy
Of 30 Days In The Samarkand
Desert With The Duchess of Kent
By A e j
most evenings
I wish, I wish he could get over his grief
I wish I could take the pain he's feeling
And transport all the shit into me
Woah, woah
mind over matter it's got a true-school-blue
betty cracker made it better
poindex the flex to track by Busta
with a little bit of sore from
still a doubter, but we’re just getting started
So let me be the one to tell you this ain’t for the faint hearted
And by the time this song is over I
[-Refrain-]
Krayzie
I made it, and I know it's almost over; Call in the soldiers/ Better be ready to
Bomb back on 'em/ Know your enemy's position
At all
company's bought with the words that spill out to her ear saying
Dance with me Charlie
Dance for me Charlie
I'll believe in your lies of love
Don't take my
get money no dey pay again
My boyfriend is rich shey you get headache
I say ain't no body do it like me
Ain't no motherfucker stopping my win
Charlie
All y'all stay trippin'
Road rage car flippin'
Monday nights and I'm lit
Tahitian drink in my liq
SunnyD wit no sunshine
Tan lines by the pool side
cannot procede
You cannot procede
Weighing down on me
Surrounded by my fucking enemies
Gotta cut the strings
I just cut the strings
Feelin' like Charlie
on), but that's how I like you, baby (yeah)
Rock Amiri like me, I'm rich, don't know if she really like me, yeah (she like you)
Oh, nah, nah,
my friend, a friend, we can all be friends
If we just let this little hurt between us mend
Let me tell you about my friend, boys
I met him
perfume (uh uh)
I need a Porsche, Charlie need him a Bentley take off on y'all bitches like vroom (skrt)
They like "Hey Dorfie we need us some music!" I
Me is the streets
A lot of these pussies can’t
Be found in the streets
Yeah, like I’m all over
Call me AI when I hit
The state-line and I crossover
I
I'mma Matt like Bonner
I pull up if you want it
Cash out like Charlie Sheen when
It come to Thugger, rich Homie
Chopper bullet F&N me
If the bitch ain't
Prince
I'm a pretty boy, live bright
I ain't never ever freeze
You can see I'm rich by the G
He ain't got a wrist like me
I get paid for the beat
He ain't
Drilly)
When We hop the knocker go bang (Boom, Boom, Boom)
And sally got a kick like this bitch a mustang
Like lefty I'm ballin for Charlie and trapping for
bitch make no mistake I’m still rich
Ain’t in it for the money, ain’t got a lot but got plenty
Y’all wrapped in Gucci and Armani
Fuck you think? You
Lucian Grainge from the ghetto, I follow God's orders
And he told me I was rich forever
And he showed me I was rich forever
They call me Mr. Roberts
It was Charlie who taught me to ride on a bike
Charlie who taught me 'bout flyin' a kite
It was Charlie who taught me the beauty of dreams
He'd say,
I winning, I'm getting my Charlie Sheen on
My will's strong, I'm Hal Jordan with the ring on
Look, hip hop could prolly make y'all rich
But only if
Like he would his own son
And he gave me a ring
That was worn by his mother
And he takes me out dancin'
Every Saturday night
Hey Charlie, I think
teenie weenie)
A domestic ho, or an international ho?
A rich ho, or a broke ass ho?
Yea, me momma got my name from the baptist who made
Tha wrong
fightin' with myself
I'ma end up achieving
by myself
The point I'm tryin' to make
Is a lonely road
I'm rich and I'm rich
When I wake up
I feel like I'm
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