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Artist: charli f/ cam'ron

baltimore
cam

Charli I don't think know that I'm menstrul
Let me tell 'em I'm menstrul

Verse cam'ron

I'm into don thing, donna
Don cornelius, don
Lunchin' down in springs
Long the ring, cars
Dirty money, the wax to juan
harsh, leave 'em my back garage
Thug niggas using mack
Givin' massuage, enterouage, we on hollis
you leave new york quicker, then john wallace
Be in your wallet
Ya'll want whips, time on trial
Aye yo, want chips, then count ya stride
I made friend to fight yo, like '98 live
Connin' in they eyes, like cats behind they wife
Well it's true, that I lost a daughter
Niggas get a money, wanna cross the water
Fuckin' sell, I get the hell, I cross the border
Never feminine, don't park the six
Right in front of
chicks, yeah, toothless chicks
With the shotguns to shot, through 2 and 6
Rufus kicks, uqick, that's what I'm my man
just want me on the crucifix, I held in my hand
for the plan, felony cam
Yo be bland!
scrams yo, a hell of a man
And that's my analysis, till I'm laid up with like diolisists
my next son

(cam'ron)

Some niggas
And some get
Some cats go
And jump off
snitch
But life's a bitch

niggas sniff
And go disp
Some cats want
And on clicks
rich
But life's a bitch

Verse charli baltimore

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

(cam'ron)

Some niggas
And get dissed
cats go kill
And off cliffs
snitch
But life's a fucking

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

niggas kiss
And get dissed
cats go kill
And off cliffs
Some
But life's a fucking

Some niggas
And go disp
Some cats want
And on clicks
Some
But a fucking bitch