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Текст (слова) песни: Charli Baltimore - R. I. T. Z.



Charli baltimore

Killa cam

Camron

Charli I dont think they know that Im menstrul

Let me tell em when Im menstrul

Verse one: camron

Im 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 moms wallet

Yall want whips, its time on trial

Aye yo, yall 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 its true, that I lost a daughter

Niggas get a little money, wanna cross the water

Fuckin sell, I get the hell, I cant cross the border

Never feminine, everynight dont 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, thats what Im 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 thats my analysis, till Im laid up with blood like diolisists

Thats my next son

Chorus (camron)

Some niggas kiss

And some get dissed

Some cats go kill

And jump off cliffs

Some snitch

But lifes a fucking bitch

Some niggas sniff

And some go disp

Some cats want dough

And come on clicks

Some rich

But lifes a fucking bitch

Verse two: charli baltimore

What, yo

Im 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, yall boast about holdin totes

We holds parties, and sign our labels pacardi

Hardly ya girl next door, beofre I was bmore

I was c-4, now Im packed, and now Im stackin

In the swiss alps, with swiss cheese and swiss accounts

Sippin swiss miss, hoes frontin, got me kissed it

Dying kids wanna see bmore, 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 "whos 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 yall 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 its nine crackers before a cracker

So tell me how you like us with guns and rappers

Chorus (camron)

Some niggas kiss

And some get dissed

Some cats go kill

And jump off cliffs

Some snitch

But lifes a fucking bitch

Some niggas sniff

And some go disp

Some cats want dough

And come on clicks

Some rich

But lifes a fucking bitch

Some niggas kiss

And some get dissed

Some cats go kill

And jump off cliffs

Some snitch

But lifes a fucking bitch

Some niggas sniff

And some go disp

Some cats want dough

And come on clicks

Some rich

But lifes a fucking bitch

 

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