Lyrics:
Your cooking with Charlie
(Hey)
Stop waiting on ppl cause I am the party
They looking for Charlie
Pull up with shottys
Top of the morning
Up early
with these niggas, Atari
I'm always up first never tardy
My choppa don't miss like I'm Carti
Yelling good luck like I'm Charlie
All I want is bands,
Then I'll take a bit of Turkey
Then a lot of Turkey
This is all quite a heady affair
There's Persia and Iraq to pick up
And there's Churchill's hiccup
robbery
It's like I hit the lottery
I busted up the piñati
Now I'm hot like a tamale
It's just like I caught a body
It will be pandemonium if I show up
the fat of the land while the people slave!
Shut that cunt up for fucks' sake!!
Dinnae worry Charlie, it'll all be over soon.
Get him doon there.
Haud him
(Tim Wilson/Dean Daugherty)
Timothy Wilson Music (BMI)/Admin. by Copyright International/Lowery Music (BMI)
Tim Wilson lyrics
Ricky Tidwell was
and pops giving me props
But a nigga just got caught by the cops
Smoking in a parking lot
Sitting in a hotbox
My heart drops
Derailment in my train
coming
Really out on bond if they flick me bitch I'm runnin'
I'm still a smooth criminal cause they ain't hit on nothing
By the time they caught up
the skin on Kirby
Dussé, it caught up, it caught us early
Introduce her to some new new new shit (BRAND NEW)
Like I came from Jersey
But you know I ain't
Rest in peace, to all the homies got to heaven before me
Pour some liquor on the curb for the n****z that's caught
Had a motherf***in ward but he
motherfucking Majki Sheen
Yeah bitch I ain't your homie
I'm a playa like I'm Charlie Sheen
I keep it slow, I'm smooth, they all mad now
They know me, you better
it is can't get these bitches off
Hop up in the whip and they we slide
Roll me up a J put it to flame and then we ride
Charlie on the seat for any fuck
Goodwill loves me Macklemore than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very
picture
Your shits like the forehead of The Mona Lisa
I put my city in a frame with all gold leafing
From my fucked up hairline to my addiction
I'm so
of a pistol
My brother run out and come back in all excited
And I said what was it and he said it was the report of a pistol and then he said
Mr Garfield
peace, to all the homies got to heaven before me
Pour some liquor on the curb for the niggas that's caught
Had a motherfuckin' warrant but he didn't go
can't be tardy
These niggas bitin' my swag
So I'm callin em Charlie
Runnin' game I caught I charlie
I'm too player I know she can't guard me
Niggas broke
it seems the, white-collared crimes, are hookin' up phones
Charlie Hustle, I got a few mathematics (Charlie Hustle)
I'm doing a compilation, should I
And finally put a stop to Halloween
We gotta start a new culture that's pure and clean
So get Kevin Bloody Wilson back on the stage
It's the Cultural revolution
knew my time was coming it was only delayed
I owe it all
I owe it all to you
I stand for people who didn’t make it
RIP Wilson wish you here, there’s no
the splits all in my lap
Split up by myself and addin it up fuck shit subtract
Spill up by myself and YVL yeah they got my back
I just got caught I just got
I'm still growing up by myself
And mentally you're older than me and that shit doesn't help
'Cause if they see you with T, they'll think T needs some
The skyline's all lit up
The crowd was buzzin' like a saw
Not a single empty cup
Out a nowhere came a warning
When he opened up that door
He walked out in his
day out
Mansion and a 'Dweller implanted
We done pulled up in all that, big trucks
All vests
Havin' talks with Wilson like, "Nigga
Make it all wet"
Lost
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