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Charli
cam

Charli I think they know that I'm menstrul
Let me tell 'em I'm menstrul

one: cam'ron

I'm into don thing, donna
Don cornelius, don
Lunchin' in palm springs
Long the ring, crackin'
Dirty money, the wax to juan
Actin' harsh, leave 'em my back
niggas using mack guitar
Givin' back massuage, enterouage, we on
Make you new york quicker, then john wallace
Be in mom's wallet
Ya'll want whips, time on trial
Aye yo, y'all chips, then count ya stride
I best friend to fight yo, like '98 live
Connin' in they eyes, cats behind with they wife
Well it's true, that I lost a daughter
get a little money, wanna cross the water
Fuckin' sell, I get the hell, I cross the border
feminine, everynight don't park the six
Right in of tenimens
Ruthless chicks, yeah, toothless
the shotguns to shot, right through 2 and 6
Rufus kicks, uqick, that's what I'm my man
They want me on the crucifix, I held in my hand
Fell for the plan, cam
Yo be bland!
scrams yo, a hell of a man
And that's my analysis, till I'm laid up with blood like
That's my son

(cam'ron)

Some kiss
And get dissed
Some go kill
And off cliffs
snitch
But a fucking bitch

Some sniff
And some go
Some cats want
And come on
Some
But life's a bitch

two: charli baltimore

What, yo
I'm into ice shit, pussy
Got the ice clit, ice
around and slice chicks
Spotted deserve on ice
Tight click, we come
Dumb crew, these unable to come to
Comotose, boast about holdin' totes
We hold's parties, and sign our pacardi
Hardly ya girl door, beofre I was b'more
I was c-4, now I'm packed, and now I'm
In the alps, with swiss cheese and swiss accounts
swiss miss, hoes frontin', got me kissed it
Dying kids wanna see b'more, on they list
But I put 'em there, be careful you ask for
Ski mask up on barren
No trace, of dna, doa
We know to make you talk
you limp, when you walk
Outline cats in white
Got fagotts "who's she? "
Benz wit' it, class be e, p
Blastin' ya do dat there'
Ridin' through, niggas stare, they like "who dat "
Is true dat
over, slower
While y'all hoes be
Hate to see me and pd, and be who the ebst
No shit, out the clips
Pull out the whips, put out the
we put on the ritz
And it's crackers before a cracker
So tell me how you like us with guns and

(cam'ron)

Some kiss
And some get
Some go kill
And off cliffs
Some
But a fucking bitch

Some niggas
And some go
Some cats dough
And come on
Some
But a fucking bitch

Some kiss
And get dissed
Some go kill
And jump off
Some
But a fucking bitch

Some sniff
And go disp
Some want dough
And on clicks
Some
But life's a fucking