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<br>Artist: charli baltimore f/ camron<br><br><br><br><br><br>Charli baltimore<br><br>Killa cam<br><br>Camron<br><br>Charli I dont think they know that Im menstrul<br><br>Let me tell em when Im menstrul<br><br><br><br>Verse one: camron<br><br><br><br>Im into don thing, donna karen<br><br>Don cornelius, don king<br><br>Lunchin down in palm springs<br><br>Long the ring, crackin cars<br><br>Dirty money, give the wax to juan<br><br>Actin harsh, leave em my back garage<br><br>Thug niggas using mack guitar<br><br>Givin back massuage, enterouage, we on hollis<br><br>Make you leave new york quicker, then john wallace<br><br>Be in your moms wallet<br><br>Yall want whips, its time on trial<br><br>Aye yo, yall want chips, then count ya stride<br><br>I made best friend to fight yo, like 98 live<br><br>Connin in they eyes, like cats behind with they wife<br><br>Well then its true, that I lost a daughter<br><br>Niggas get a little money, wanna cross the water<br><br>Fuckin sell, I get the hell, I cant cross the border<br><br>Never feminine, everynight dont park the six<br><br>Right in front of tenimens<br><br>Ruthless chicks, yeah, toothless chicks<br><br>With the shotguns to shot, right through 2 and 6<br><br>Rufus kicks, uqick, thats what Im tellin my man<br><br>They just want me on the crucifix, I held in my hand<br><br>Fell for the plan, felony cam<br><br>Yo melody be bland!<br><br>R-i-p scrams yo, a hell of a man<br><br>And thats my analysis, till Im laid up with blood like diolisists<br><br>Thats my next son<br><br><br><br>Chorus (camron)<br><br><br><br>Some niggas kiss<br><br>And some get dissed<br><br>Some cats go kill<br><br>And jump off cliffs<br><br>Some snitch<br><br>But lifes a fucking bitch<br><br><br><br>Some niggas sniff<br><br>And some go disp<br><br>Some cats want dough<br><br>And come on clicks<br><br>Some rich<br><br>But lifes a fucking bitch<br><br><br><br>Verse two: charli baltimore<br><br><br><br>What, yo<br><br>Im into ice shit, peirced pussy<br><br>Got the ice clit, ice picks<br><br>Fuck around and slice chicks<br><br>Spotted deserve on ice chips<br><br>Tight click, we come through<br><br>Dumb crew, these cats unable to come to<br><br>Comotose, yall boast about holdin totes<br><br>We holds parties, and sign our labels pacardi<br><br>Hardly ya girl next door, beofre I was bmore<br><br>I was c-4, now Im packed, and now Im stackin<br><br>In the swiss alps, with swiss cheese and swiss accounts<br><br>Sippin swiss miss, hoes frontin, got me kissed it<br><br>Dying kids wanna see bmore, on they wish list<br><br>But I put em there, be careful what you ask for<br><br>Ski mask up on barren face<br><br>No trace, of dna, just doa<br><br>We know ways to make you talk<br><br>Make you limp, when you walk<br><br>Outline cats in white chalk<br><br>Got fagotts askin &quot;whos she? &quot;<br><br>Benz wit it, class be e, master p<br><br>Blastin how ya do dat there<br><br>Ridin through, niggas stare, they like &quot;who dat there? &quot;<br><br>Is true dat wear<br><br>Takin over, slower<br><br>While yall hoes be stressed<br><br>Hate to see me and pd, and be like who the ebst<br><br>No shit, pull out the clips<br><br>Pull out the whips, put out the hits<br><br>Cause we put on the ritz<br><br>And its nine crackers before a cracker<br><br>So tell me how you like us with guns and rappers<br><br><br><br>Chorus (camron)<br><br><br><br>Some niggas kiss<br><br>And some get dissed<br><br>Some cats go kill<br><br>And jump off cliffs<br><br>Some snitch<br><br>But lifes a fucking bitch<br><br><br><br>Some niggas sniff<br><br>And some go disp<br><br>Some cats want dough<br><br>And come on clicks<br><br>Some rich<br><br>But lifes a fucking bitch<br><br><br><br>Some niggas kiss<br><br>And some get dissed<br><br>Some cats go kill<br><br>And jump off cliffs<br><br>Some snitch<br><br>But lifes a fucking bitch<br><br><br><br>Some niggas sniff<br><br>And some go disp<br><br>Some cats want dough<br><br>And come on clicks<br><br>Some rich<br><br>But lifes a fucking bitch