Текст песни Charli Baltimore f Cam`Ron - Ice
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Charli BaltimoreKilla CamCam`RonCharli I don`t think they know that I`m menstrulLet me tell `em when I`m menstrulVerse One: Cam`RonI`m into don thing, Donna KarenDon Cornelius, Don KingLunchin` down in Palm SpringsLong the ring, crackin` carsDirty money, give the wax to JuanActin` harsh, leave `em my back garageThug niggas using Mack GuitarGivin` back massuage, enterouage, we on HollisMake you leave New York quicker, then John WallaceBe in your mom`s walletYa`ll want whips, it`s time on trialAye yo, ya`ll want chips, then count ya strideI made best friend to fight yo, like `98 LiveConnin` in they eyes, like cats behind with they wifeWell then it`s true, that I lost a daughterNiggas get a little money, wanna cross the waterFuckin` sell, I get the hell, I can`t cross the borderNever feminine, everynight don`t park the sixRight in front of tenimensRuthless chicks, yeah, toothless chicksWith the shotguns to shot, right through 2 and 6Rufus kicks, uqick, that`s what I`m tellin` my manThey just want me on the crucifix, I held in my handFell for the plan, felony CamYo melody be bland!R-I-P scrams yo, a hell of a manAnd that`s my analysis, till I`m laid up with blood like diolisistsThat`s my next sonChorus (Cam`Ron)Some niggas kissAnd some get dissedSome cats go killAnd jump off cliffsSome snitchBut life`s a fucking bitchSome niggas sniffAnd some go dispSome cats want doughAnd come on clicksSome richBut life`s a fucking bitchVerse Two: Charli BaltimoreWhat, yoI`m into Ice shit, peirced pussyGot the Ice clit, Ice picksFuck around and slice chicksSpotted deserve on Ice chipsTight click, we come throughDumb crew, these cats unable to come toComotose, ya`ll boast about holdin` totesWe hold`s parties, and sign our labels PacardiHardly ya girl next door, beofre I was B`MoreI was C-4, now I`m packed, and now I`m stackin`In the Swiss Alps, with Swiss cheese and Swiss accountsSippin` Swiss Miss, hoes frontin`, got me kissed itDying kids wanna see B`More, on they wish listBut I put `em there, be careful what you ask forSki mask up on barren faceNo trace, of DNA, just DOAWe know ways to make you talkMake you limp, when you walkOutline cats in white chalkGot fagotts askin` "Who`s she?"Benz wit` it, class be E, Master PBlastin` `How Ya Do Dat There`Ridin` through, niggas stare, they like "Who dat there?"Is True Dat wearTakin` over, slowerWhile ya`ll hoes be stressedHate to see me and PD, and be like who the ebstNo shit, pull out the clipsPull out the whips, put out the hitsCause we put on the RitzAnd it`s nine crackers before a crackerSo tell me how you like us with guns and rappersChorus (Cam`Ron)Some niggas kissAnd some get dissedSome cats go killAnd jump off cliffsSome snitch