Charli Lyrics - Singles - Charli Baltimore

[Vocorder] 

Charli, Charli 

Charli, Charli 

[Charli Baltimore] 

What 

(Chorus) 

[Charli Baltimore] 

Who got the 6 foot 9 niggas loving the thang? 

Charli, Charli 

Floor seats to the Sixers game? 

Charli, Charli 

Chicks screaming cause they loving the name? 

Charli, Charli 

Say my name 

Charli, Charli 

Say my name 

[Charli Baltimore] 

Flows tumble down like an avalanche 

Who ride and murder tracks like an ambulance? 

Still rap like I never stepped off for a sec 

I'm back and this rap shit just be getting me wet 

Y'all know Charli, sorry 

For your unbelief 

So much 'tude on y'all like a Diva 

No nigga rhyme tighter 

Flow sicker, limelighter 

Fans need her (yeah she still off the meter) 

Hating chicks sick like *cough* she a trick 

What y'all know about me 

To flow about me 

Who be V.I.P 

In films with Spike Lee 

PHILLY, PHILLY 

In case you wanna know where I be 

Hold it down for the rest of the peeps 

Blessing the streets 

BANG, BANG 

I'm next in the beat 

HUH, HUH 

Put your money on Chuck 

Cause I'm destine to beat 

The fuck y'all know about me 

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[Charli Baltimore] 

All my thugs flipping pack money 

Living it up 

Angels taking it without giving it up 

What the fuck 

Sheer thongs and we big in the butt 

What, what you know y'all feel this 

Y'all know who the real is 

[Charli Baltimore] 

It ain't enough that I paid my dues 

Learn the game 

Whole world learn the name 

Talk greasy but I earn my fame 

What Chicks don't know that the chick so low 

Shit earning to claim 

Ain't drop but I'm sophomore in this 

Like not that bitch Baltimore on this 

Any hate, uh, give more the shit 

More to spit, incase you don't know how I rip 

Red head still, thorough bread streets West Phil 

Left field, came from that, huh, blaze the track 

My angels dust hot baby plain as that 

Oh he wanna holler blame the rap 

Again, second wind now 

Back in the game 

Still reign 

Body parts still remain the same 

Feel me up 

Fell the cupboard 

Fill the cup with Cosmos, A laze, and such 

Mix it up, we sick with it enough 

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[Charli Baltimore] 

Play to win 

Who 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, whatever 

A buck five hundred thou two mill 

So long as somebody fuck with me and my Angels 

Getting their wings long as the stuck with me 

On my peace to those who occasionally waited for me 

Screw face and any motherfucker hating on me 

Got nothing but love 

Ride 'burbans on nothing but dubs 

No arena shows nothing but clubs 

No sweet niggas nothing but thugs 

Nothing I duds 

Lame niggas say the name uh 

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