R. I. T. Z. Lyrics - Singles - Charli Baltimore

Charli baltimore 

Killa cam 

Cam'ron 

Charli I don't think they know that I'm menstrul 

Let me tell 'em when I'm menstrul 

Verse one: cam'ron 

I'm into don thing, donna karen 

Don cornelius, don king 

Lunchin' down in palm springs 

Long the ring, crackin' cars 

Dirty money, give the wax to juan 

Actin' harsh, leave 'em my back garage 

Thug niggas using mack guitar 

Givin' back massuage, enterouage, we on hollis 

Make you leave new york quicker, then john wallace 

Be in your mom's wallet 

Ya'll want whips, it's time on trial 

Aye yo, y'all want chips, then count ya stride 

I made best friend to fight yo, like '98 live 

Connin' in they eyes, like cats behind with they wife 

Well then it's true, that I lost a daughter 

Niggas get a little money, wanna cross the water 

Fuckin' sell, I get the hell, I can't cross the border 

Never feminine, everynight don't park the six 

Right in front of tenimens 

Ruthless chicks, yeah, toothless chicks 

With the shotguns to shot, right through 2 and 6 

Rufus kicks, uqick, that's what I'm tellin' my man 

They just want me on the crucifix, I held in my hand 

Fell for the plan, felony cam 

Yo melody be bland! 

R-i-p scrams yo, a hell of a man 

And that's my analysis, till I'm laid up with blood like diolisists 

That's my next son 

Chorus (cam'ron) 

Some niggas kiss 

And some get dissed 

Some cats go kill 

And jump off cliffs 

Some snitch 

But life's a fucking bitch 

Some niggas sniff 

And some go disp 

Some cats want dough 

And come on clicks 

Some rich 

But life's a fucking bitch 

Verse two: charli baltimore 

What, yo 

I'm into ice shit, peirced pussy 

Got the ice clit, ice picks 

Fuck around and slice chicks 

Spotted deserve on ice chips 

Tight click, we come through 

Dumb crew, these cats unable to come to 

Comotose, y'all boast about holdin' totes 

We hold's parties, and sign our labels pacardi 

Hardly ya girl next door, beofre I was b'more 

I was c-4, now I'm packed, and now I'm stackin' 

In the swiss alps, with swiss cheese and swiss accounts 

Sippin' swiss miss, hoes frontin', got me kissed it 

Dying kids wanna see b'more, on they wish list 

But I put 'em there, be careful what you ask for 

Ski mask up on barren face 

No trace, of dna, just doa 

We know ways to make you talk 

Make you limp, when you walk 

Outline cats in white chalk 

Got fagotts askin' "who's she? " 

Benz wit' it, class be e, master p 

Blastin' 'how ya do dat there' 

Ridin' through, niggas stare, they like "who dat there? " 

Is true dat wear 

Takin' over, slower 

While y'all hoes be stressed 

Hate to see me and pd, and be like who the ebst 

No shit, pull out the clips 

Pull out the whips, put out the hits 

Cause we put on the ritz 

And it's nine crackers before a cracker 

So tell me how you like us with guns and rappers 

Chorus (cam'ron) 

Some niggas kiss 

And some get dissed 

Some cats go kill 

And jump off cliffs 

Some snitch 

But life's a fucking bitch 

Some niggas sniff 

And some go disp 

Some cats want dough 

And come on clicks 

Some rich 

But life's a fucking bitch 

Some niggas kiss 

And some get dissed 

Some cats go kill 

And jump off cliffs 

Some snitch 

But life's a fucking bitch 

Some niggas sniff 

And some go disp 

Some cats want dough 

And come on clicks 

Some rich 

But life's a fucking bitch