Charli Baltimore (Original Ver.) lyrics

[Intro]
Generation Y 1989, motherf*cker

[Verse 1]
One time for the n*ggas on the left side (left side)
Two times for the hoes on the right side (right side)
Three times for the VIP
And I'd be riding thru the hood like I ain't got sh*t
But she be giving out gifts like Santa Claus
n*ggas stay checking on the catalog (catalog)
Pretty face no makeup dog
And no attitude or menopause
She's like, past a 10, no exact just past a 10
This b*tch she's fine, she bad, damn
But she got a boyfriend
Bait, this might sound crazy
But every time I come around you I been feelin’ pasty
Your husband said he gone bake me like i’m pastry
But that b*tch-made-faggot ain’t got nothing else to face me
Cuz he that type of n*gga to send accidental texts on purpose
Just so he could get attention like he earned it
Buy a b*tch anything, 90 on the perc
65, 75 closer to that hundred
And when he hit 100 he gone f*ck you good, but when I hit 100 I gone f*ck you well
This can’t be life, there’s gotta be more
Quote the raven, so I moved to b-more
Searching for the one i hope she look like charli b-more…