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For the love of what...
Uh huh, Untertainment Charli's Angels H-Class, little it Uhh uhh Verse One: Charli Baltimore I don't know if it's the pretty face or the expensive taste That got everybody wantin' to touch me like Case Feels So Good like Mase, to pull over Anywhere I want, diplomats on the Rover The way I put it on a nigga sober I have 'em comin' back, knockin' on my door like Johovas Ya'll already know that Charli's in charge Weekly massage, platinum and gold cars Money stashed from NY to Witchitaw And I stay with my niggas cause you know how bitches are Aggy, cause they baby daddy wanna bag me That's why I never leave home without the chrome maggy Ya'll hoes can't do nothin' to me I got this game wrapped like a dubee Pinned up in what? Charli rappin' about, I really got And it ain't that I'm stuck on myself, I'm really hot uh Chorus For the love of money (dollar bills ya'll) For the love of money (gots to have it, eh-heh) For the love of money (dollar bills ya'll) For the love of money (really need it, yeah) Verse Two: Charli Baltimore Yo yo, femminine honey Rich niggas be swimmin' in money I need Jet Ski's in mind, can't tease a dime Lookin' in the mirror, feeling pleased with the shine Lady Rolex for the time, the class is "S" Wear the ice on the bra of my chest When the money ain't right I go far to the left Niggas wanna play games then Charli the ref Wanna Long Kiss Goodnight, don't hold ya breath Niggas know I'm the shit with my MAC lipstick Crushin' the player haters with a purple navigator Shoes alligator, my bag is too If I was broke like you, I would be mad like you But you can come work for Charli, a boss with a body Ask anybody, I could take over Gotti Cool by the pool while you diss another hottie Pissy broke bitch that'll stay actin' snotty Chorus For the love of money (dollar bills ya'll) For the love of money (gots to have it, eh-heh) For the love of money (dollar bills ya'll) For the love of money (really need it, yeah) Verse Three: Charli Baltimore Uh huh, yo when you look you see the slim waist leavin' no trace Cause nigga's who know Charli will be in the breifcase Yeah Long Kiss Goodnight, Baltimore get it right For the cash, hop out the window and shoot through the ice Ain't no love here, just the black gloves here Check it, and I don't get involved with nothing i can't leave in 30 seconds But my kids, they think mommy a teacher They don't know, for the love of this I make the whole world tre' blow Then go, get 'em ready for school like nothing happen Here's a apple for the teacher, tell 'em mommy said "Hi" Bet he won't fail you no more, one more "F" and he die Even with my nails done, I can take guns apart son So when they come lookin' for this reporter broke Un Dealt with birds, but I had to move on But for memories I tattooed the little Peacock on my arm Ask Un how the ones be when he advance me dough So I put out mines and tell dawg keep yours yo For real... Chorus For the love of money (dollar bills ya'll) For the love of money (gots to have it, eh-heh) For the love of money (dollar bills ya'll) For the love of money (really need it, yeah) For the love of money (dollar bills ya'll) For the love of money (gots to have it, eh-heh) For the love of money (dollar bills ya'll) For the love of money (really need it, yeah) |
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| 4:50 |
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| 4:55 |
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| 3:50 |
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| 10. |
| 3:24 |
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What up on my Harlem niggas
My BK niggas Back uptown baby Lennox Ave. My Oyas on Broadway all day Aye yo you love the way I rep black Step the f back 'Fore I bring out the guns And chest check Respect that Any girl I met that Hit that Love the way I spit that I don't kit kat Push your wig back Get you shit snatched Get your ribs cracked Got a friend Have me kick that Get that Sit back School shit skip that Learn how to flip pack For the big stacks And the big act Now I got the big gats Click, clack, uhh Since day one been in a ditch Came with a snitch Now I'm in the pen in the mix Friends sending me flicks Girls sending me kicks Been in some shit Had to tap a chin with a fist When the ? Begin with a stich End in a kiss So yo so I blend in the mix Now a day don't go by I ain't been in a chick 8?on the dope ask Dominican Rich Winning and rich Eating on cinnamon grits Grinning and shit How a nigga spin in 6 See they all see the 12 But you see me in it TVs in it BBs kinted Ask who it is You see me tinted I did drive-bys Now I take you on top of a high rise See if you can sky dive I'll bring it to you at your local gymnasium How 'bout the Palladium Fuck it Yankees stadium uhh Play people Jumped up and sprayed people I got dudes that'll jiggle with the A's legal You not a threat You want it you got it bet I'll leave your momma and your poppa wet Nigga wait now I'm set I'll go another route Kidnap your family make you brother eat your mother out After I done dug her out Needles to jug her out Pillows to smother out You don't give a fuck about Un would've ? about I'm through wit' it Your crew ain't even true wit' it I see your man he's like umm nothing to do with it I know you pack like that But Cam why you act like that SHUT UP nigga clack clack clack Pat pat pat Rat tat tat Put fear 'fore envy Nigga I'm not in fear of any I'll leave a nigga black and blue Like a pair of Pennys While me and Betha Throw fiestas By alma queta Chicqueta Monero Nieta Don't ever fuck around with the Don's cheddar See Jimmy Jones frontin' in the Jon Cletta Or the black boots Jumpin out to act cool Cars never lease 'em Girls ? 'em My man and his wifey want me down with the threesome Niggas tease 'em Bitches please 'em When I'm out of town yo my pants got a crease in 'em All calls valid Never hard mallet Dallas Been up in you favorite star's stlyus Coward Bite on my hoes like Marv Albert But you should thank Un though Coulda made you run though Been at your front door Gun hold for fun though Guy- Yo, yo, yo, yo (Cam- What's up?) what the fuck is wrong with you Cam- Fuck that it's not a game Guy- Yo, you ain't gotta be rythmin for niggas like that Cam- Man fuck them niggas B Guy- Yo, you know what you do Cam- What? Guy- Tell these niggas the real deal Cam- Aight check it Aiyyo I'm ? Cook up the crack Everytime you look up a gat Got you shook up attack huh Look in the back, nah The guns I had put in the back I want the hook up in check On this work of the rap Now I'm not saying what I like Or what I dislike But get the fuck out my face til' your shit's right See baby boy I carry guns You know the big type The kind that might give you a 10 year fear of life And I was just like y'all flippin' hundred pack But nowadays I'm the only You a running back You got to understand baby I'm done with the crack I get pure white coke from Columbian cats Or the cocaine plan Leave your whole brain dead Light this herb Don't mean to disturb Never been to Sesame Street but I flip a big bird And I know stealers and they not from Pittsburgh No kids rapping or ostriches Just kidnapings and hostages So, y'all better obey We shoot pro way Mess with us no way Now go 'head go play |
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| 12. |
| 4:28 |
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| 13. |
| 3:39 |
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| 4:12 |
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Its real babe, im feelin your high
wanna make you love me 'til the day you die. oh its strong babe, the way that its on, and i cant hide it, cause it would be wrong. So go head and tell your friends that you met superman when i love, gonna get you high gonna spread your legs and give you all ive got wonna feel the heat of your heart when you do baby make you moan gonna be in love with each other, baby all night long. so go ahead and tell your friends that you met superman go head tell your man that you met superman. super man when I love you babe. oh... i never will do your wrong dont try to restrain it 'cause it wont be long before i break you down to a lil girl gonna make you sing a song to the whole world, so go 'head and tell your friends that you met superman girl I love you, gonna make you scream wanna make you sweat like a river or stream gonna make wish they sold this stuff at a corner store gonna do it good baby, make you beg for more so go 'head and tell your friends that you met superman and ill be back again, 'cause im your superman. superman yeah believe me, its just one time really all it takes babe, you will be mine dont mean to sound over confident, in the way that i feel. believe me when i tell ya the truth babe because its real. girl i hope you understand, that im your superman gonna love with my cryptinite style, gonna spread you on the silky sheets baby, and drive you wild, gonna make yous cream CoCo, baby up and down, gonna get you there, tounge over fire. so go 'ahead and tell your friends that you met superman, and ill be back again, cause im your superman |
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