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Artist: charli baltimore f/

Charli
cam

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

Verse cam'ron

I'm don thing, donna karen
Don cornelius, don
Lunchin' down in springs
the ring, crackin' cars
Dirty money, the wax to juan
Actin' harsh, leave 'em my garage
Thug niggas mack guitar
back massuage, enterouage, we on hollis
Make you leave new york quicker, then wallace
Be in your mom's
Ya'll want whips, it's on trial
Aye yo, want chips, then count ya stride
I made best to fight yo, like '98 live
Connin' in they eyes, cats behind with they wife
then it's true, that I lost a daughter
Niggas get a little money, wanna the water
Fuckin' sell, I get the hell, I cross the border
Never feminine, everynight don't the six
in front of tenimens
Ruthless chicks, yeah, toothless
the shotguns to shot, right through 2 and 6
Rufus kicks, uqick, what I'm tellin' my man
just 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
my next son

(cam'ron)

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

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

Verse charli baltimore

What, yo
I'm into ice shit, peirced
Got the ice clit, ice
Fuck around and chicks
Spotted on ice chips
click, we come through
Dumb crew, cats unable to come to
Comotose, y'all about holdin' totes
We hold's parties, and our labels pacardi
Hardly ya girl door, beofre I was b'more
I was c-4, now I'm packed, and now I'm
In the swiss alps, with swiss cheese and accounts
swiss miss, hoes frontin', got me kissed it
Dying kids see b'more, on they wish list
But I put 'em there, be what you ask for
Ski mask up on barren
No trace, of dna, doa
We ways to make you talk
Make you limp, when you
cats in white chalk
Got askin' "who's she? "
Benz wit' it, be e, master p
Blastin' ya do dat there'
Ridin' through, niggas stare, they like "who dat "
Is dat wear
over, slower
While y'all hoes be
to see me and pd, and be like 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 before a
So me how you like us with guns and rappers

(cam'ron)

Some niggas
And some get
Some cats go
And off cliffs
Some
But life's a fucking

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

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

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