Charlie lyrics

[Intro]
Cvstillo going back to work
FTP Records
f*ckTHEPOPULATION
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[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
High as a roof (Huh?), off of the planet (Ayy)
Trap jumping, Michael? (Skrrt), I don't know Janet (Skrrt)
I'm with two country hoes (Ha), wanna make a sammich (b*tch)
Not in my home town, I still got advantage (Yeah)
I lost my granny, you'on get mo' grannies
b*tch think she got a face card, b*tch, if you don't go scan it (Ha)
Baby, ride my wave like I'm runnin' for senate
Pussies think they got it (b*tch), tell them n*ggas, "Let's get it"
Been running sh*t from the crib, been running sh*t from outside (Ha)
I'll put a hunnid in the crib (Sos' baby), then sold that b*tch about five (Beep, beep)
I could be worth a hundred bill', still throwin' up my side (Yeah)
It'll never ever stop (Gang), it'll never be 'causе I'm ti'd (Bang, bang, bang)
I'on even gotta f*ck a ho (No), I'll let a b*tch gеt 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 mushroom (Bling), man, this b*tch tryna get molly (Duh)
Why you biting off me, Charlie? (Ha), I'm the sh*t around here, Charlie (Yeah)

[Chorus: Chief Keef]
I f*ck the hoes around here, Charlie
I'm in the kitchen 'round here, Charlie (Ha?)
I'm swingin' my di*k 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 'round here, Charlie (Dududuh)
[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
For a n*gga that used to be out trappin' (Ayy)
Pockets fat, need me a salad (Ha)
Crazy b*tch'll make you run away (Ha)
Pretty b*tch'll make you DJ Khaled (Ha)
Money make you f*ck up ya habits (Ayy)
Doin' that sellin', 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 3: Frais]
Opps so broke, can't afford to get buried (f*ck)
Chicago, Forgiato deep-dish swervin' (Skrrt)
di*k in her mouth when she wakin' up early (Ha)
Wouldn't f*ck that ho, the pus*y was dirty (Come here)
Twin pipes on the back of the foreign (Skrrt)
My young n*gga geeked up off a murder (Grah)
n*gga say he don't f*ck with the Spooks (Huh?)
Same n*gga ridin' 'round in a hearse (Buh, buh, buh)
How that n*gga make it outta the street? (Hey)
How that n*gga get a song with Chief Keef? (Hey)
Forgiatos on the Rolls Royce Jeep (Ayy)
Out in FTP, they think I'm Z-A-C (Damn)
She ain't even got eyes, but she dyin' to see (Skrrt)
Momma callin' my phone, she proud of me (Huh?)
Ho callin' my phone, she lyin' to me (She lyin')
Turn that n*gga neighborhood to a tyranny (Buh, buh, buh)
[Chorus: Frais]
We get them bands 'round here, shawty (Huh?)
Put that n*gga in a suit like Steve Harvey (Huh?)
Too geeked up, a n*gga might vomit
I'll do it myself, I don't need no army (sh*t)
Cut a n*gga block up like comet (Buh, buh, buh)
All on ya b*tch-ass like Charmin (Yeah)
When I say "Westside," I mean Charlotte (West side)
When I say I run sh*t, I mean all it (Skrrt)

[Outro]
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