Текст песни Charli Baltimore - Bamboozled Soundtrack
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[Vocorder]Charli, CharliCharli, Charli[Charli Baltimore]What(Chorus)[Charli Baltimore]Who got the 6 foot 9 niggas loving the thang?Charli, CharliFloor seats to the Sixers game?Charli, CharliChicks screaming cause they loving the name?Charli, CharliSay my nameCharli, CharliSay my name[Charli Baltimore]Flows tumble down like an avalancheWho ride and murder tracks like an ambulance?Still rap like I never stepped off for a secI`m back and this rap shit just be getting me wetY`all know Charli, sorryFor your unbeliefSo much ‘tude on y`all like a DivaNo nigga rhyme tighterFlow sicker, limelighterFans need her (yeah she still off the meter)Hating chicks sick like *cough* she a trickWhat y`all know about meTo flow about meWho be V.I.PIn films with Spike LeePHILLY, PHILLYIn case you wanna know where I beHold it down for the rest of the peepsBlessing the streetsBANG, BANGI`m next in the beatHUH, HUHPut your money on ChuckCause I`m destine to beatThe fuck y`all know about me(Chorus)(Bridge)[Charli Baltimore]All my thugs flipping pack moneyLiving it upAngels taking it without giving it upWhat the fuckSheer thongs and we big in the buttWhat, what you know y`all feel thisY`all know who the real is[Charli Baltimore]It ain`t enough that I paid my duesLearn the game Whole world learn the nameTalk greasy but I earn my fameWhat Chicks don`t know that the chick so lowShit earning to claim Ain`t drop but I`m sophomore in thisLike not that bitch Baltimore on thisAny hate, uh, give more the shitMore to spit, incase you don`t know how I ripRed head still, thorough bread streets West PhilLeft field, came from that, huh, blaze the trackMy angels dust hot baby plain as thatOh he wanna holler blame the rapAgain, second wind nowBack in the gameStill reignBody parts still remain the same Feel me upFell the cupboardFill the cup with Cosmos, A laze, and suchMix it up, we sick with it enough(Chorus)(Bridge)[Charli Baltimore]Play to winWho got heat with it?We can take it back to Vaseline on our face, you street with it?Ride hard till I die hard like Bruce Will, whateverA buck five hundred thou two millSo long as somebody fuck with me and my AngelsGetting their wings long as the stuck with meOn my peace to those who occasionally waited for meScrew face and any motherfucker hating on me