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lirik lagu charlie – ftp records

[intro]
ftp records
f*ckthepopulation
sign or die

[verse 1: chief keef]
hot as a roof (ha?)
off of the planet (ayy)
try to jump in michael (skrrt)
i don’t know janet (skrrt)
i’m with two country hoes (ha)
wanna make a sammidge (ayy)
not in my home town
i still got advantage (yeah)
i lost my granny
you don’t get mo’ grannies
b*tch thick, she got her face card
b*tch, if you don’t go skinny (ha)
baby, ride my wave
like i’m running for the senate
p*ssies think they got it (b*tch)
tell them n*ggas “let’s get it”
you don’t get sh*t from the crib
been running sh*t from outside (ha)
i’ll put a hundred in the crib (sos’ baby)
then sold that b*tch about five (beep, beep)
i can be worth a hundred bil’
still throwin’ up my side (yeah)
it’ll never еver stop (gang)
it’ll never bе, cause i’m tired (bang, bang, bang)
i don’t even got to f*ck a hoe (no)
i’ll let a b*tch get tired (ha?)
f*ck a b*tch in the other room (yeah)
all this sh*t flies, get swatted (okay)
i just popped me a red shroom (bling)
man, this b*tch tryna get molly (duh)
[chorus: chief keef]
why you budded off me, charlie? (ha)
i’m the sh*t ’round here, charlie (yeah)
i f*ck the hoes around here, charlie
i’m in the kitchen ’round here, charlie (ha?)
i swing my d*ck around here, charlie
all my picks around here, charlie (ha)
i pay mortgage ’round here, charlie (skrrt, skrrt)
i pay rent around here, charlie (skrrt)
you ain’t that n*gga ’round here, charlie (dududuh)
i’m that n*gga around here, charlie (dududuh)

[post*chorus: chief keef]
for a n*gga that used to be out, trappin’ (ayy)
pockets fat, need me a sell it (ha)
crazy b*tch, it’ll make you run away (ha)
pretty b*tch, it’ll make you dj khaled (ha)
money make you f*ck up your habits (ayy)
doin’ that selling, be really the savage (ayy, ayy)
all my opps too broke to travel (sh*t)
they couldn’t pull up on me on my addy (bang, bang, bang)

[verse 2: frais]
opps so broke, can’t afford to get bills (f*ck)
chicago, forgiato deed this [?] (skrrt)
d*ck in her mouth when she waking up early (ha)
wouldn’t f*ck that hoe, that p*ssy was dirty (come here)
twin pipes on the back of the foreign (skrrt)
my young n*gga geeked up off a murder (grah)
n*ggas say he don’t f*ck with the spoofs (huh?)
same n*gga ride ’round in a he*rs* (buh, buh, buh)
tell that n*gga “make it out of the streets” (hey)
how that n*gga get a song with chief keef? (hey)
forgiatos on the rover or jeep (ayy)
all the mt pitted, think i’m z*a*c (d*mn)
she ain’t even got eyes, but she got on the seats (skrrt)
momma calling my phone, she proud of me (huh?)
hoe callin’ my phone, she lyin’ to me (she lyin’)
turn that n*gga neighborhood to a tyranny (buh, buh, buh)
we get them bands ’round here, shawty (huh?)
put that n*gga in the field like steve harvey (huh?)
too geeked up, a n*gga might vomit
i get myself, i don’t eat no omelet (sh*t)
cut a n*gga block up like comet (buh, buh, buh)
all of them b*tches like shawty (yeah)
when i say “west side”, i mean “shawty” (west side)
when i say i run sh*t, i mean all it (skrrt)
[outro]
sign or die

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