FTP Records - Charlie (feat. Chief Keef, Frais) lyrics

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FUCKTHEPOPULATION
Sign or die

High as a roof (Ha?)
Off of the planet (Ayy)
Try to jump in Michael (Skrrt)
I don't know Janet (Skrrt)

I'm with two country hoes (Ha)
Wanna make a sammidge (Ayy)
Not in my home town
I still got advantage (Yeah)

I lost my granny
You don't get no credits
Bitch thick, she got her face card
Bitch, if you don't go skinny (Ha)

Baby, ride my wave
Like I'm running for the senate
Pussies think they got it (Bitch)
Tell them niggas "Let's get it"

You don't get shit from the crib
Been running shit from outside (Ha)
I'll put a hundred in the crib (Sos' baby)
Then sold that bitch about five (Beep, beep)

I can be worth a hundred bil'
Still throwin' up my side (Yeah)
It'll never еver stop (Gang)
It'll never bе, cause I'm tired (Bang, bang, bang)

I don't even got to fuck a hoe (No)
I'll let a bitch get tired (Ha?)
Fuck a bitch in the other room (Yeah)
All this shit flies, get swatted (Okay)

I just popped me a red shroom (Bling)
Man, this bitch tryna get molly (Duh)
Why you budded off me, Charlie? (Ha)
I'm the shit 'round here, Charlie (Yeah)

I fuck the hoes around here, Charlie
I'm in the kitchen 'round here, Charlie (Ha?)
I swing my dick 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 nigga 'round here, Charlie (Dududuh)
I'm that nigga around here, Charlie (Dududuh)

For a nigga that used to be out, trappin' (Ayy)
Pockets fat, need me a salad (Ha)
Crazy bitch, it'll make you run away (Ha)
Pretty bitch, it'll make you DJ Khaled (Ha)

Money make you fuck up your habits (Ayy)
Doin' that selling, be really the savage (Ayy, ayy)
All my opps too broke to travel (Shit)
They couldn't pull up on me on my addy (Bang, bang, bang)

Opps so broke, can't afford to get bills (Fuck)
Chicago, Forgiato deed this [ _ ] (Skrrt)
Dick in her mouth when she waking up early (Ha)
Wouldn't fuck that hoe, that pussy was dirty (Come here)

Twin pipes on the back of the foreign (Skrrt)
My young nigga geeked up off a murder (Grah)
Niggas say he don't fuck with the spooks (Huh?)
Same nigga ride 'round in a hearse (Buh, buh, buh)

How that nigga make it out of the street? (Hey)
How that nigga get a song with Chief Keef? (Hey)
Forgiatos on the Rover or Jeep (Ayy)
All the MT pitted, think I'm Z-A-C (Damn)

She ain't even got eyes, but she got on the seats (Skrrt)
Momma calling my phone, she proud of me (Huh?)
Hoe callin' my phone, she lyin' to me (She lyin')
Turn that nigga neighborhood to a tyranny (Buh, buh, buh)

We get them bands 'round here, shawty (Huh?)
Put that nigga in the field like Steve Harvey (Huh?)
Too geeked up, a nigga might vomit
I get myself, I don't eat no omelet (Shit)

Cut a nigga block up like comet (Buh, buh, buh)
All of them bitches like shawty (Yeah)
When I say "West Side", I mean "Charlie" (West Side)
When I say I run shit, I mean all it (Skrrt)

Sign or die