Charli Baltimore Lyrics
Charli Baltimore Lyrics
"Where It's At Lyrics"
Wild Thing Lyrics
(Chip Taylor) Wild thing You make my heart sing You make everything Come on, wild thing Wild thing, I think you move me But I gotta know for sure Come on and hold me tight Oh you move me Wild thing You make my heart sing You make everything Come on, wild thing Wild thing, I think I need you But I gotta know for sure Come on and squeeze me tight Oh I need it Wild thing You make my heart sing
(Chip Taylor) Wild thing You make my heart sing You make everything Come on, wild thing Wild thing, I think you move me But I gotta know for sure Come on and hold me tight Oh you move me Wild thing You make my heart sing You make everything Come on, wild thing Wild thing, I think I need you But I gotta know for sure Come on and squeeze me tight Oh I need it Wild thing You make my heart sing
Artist: Charli Baltimore f/ Mobb Deep
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What, yeah
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[Charli]
Say Mobb Deep, niggas go sorry
Niggas might rob me
See these niggas that go with car figures
Papers dial mine, clothes custom figure
Matchin' Jon Gotti to roll through customs nigga
Roll the custom built shit, I bust them clips
Niggas trust my lips, while they suck they dicks
Plus the Kiss be the Long Goodnight
Murderous bitch be the wrong in spiked-typed
Price right, be that song, the right type
But only if Havoc and P spittin' wit' me
And they say they gon' see that C.B. nice wit' it
Hinnesy and Rimmy, and give me some ice wit' it
Shake down, niggas'll throw some dice in it
Put your Money on Chuck or in 9-9, you're fucked
Try your luck, stress this red-head
I mix blood in my dye, like my faily ties
Chorus (Havoc & Charli)
When
Long Way To Go Lyrics
We still got a long way to go We still got a long way to go We all got a long way to go What's keeping us apart isn't selfishness What's holding us together isn't love Listen to the man who's been touched all his life Yes he's the one they call the fool Where is the saviour of the sidewalk life and the road that takes us to the crusades I've seen the shadows as they're moving in my sleep leading the blind poet to his gra
you in the mix with this shitWe still got a long way to go We still got a long way to go We all got a long way to go What's keeping us apart isn't selfishness What's holding us together isn't love Listen to the man who's been touched all his life Yes he's the one they call the fool Where is the saviour of the sidewalk life and the road that takes us to the crusades I've seen the shadows as they're moving in my sleep leading the blind poet to his gra
Skin and bones, nothing but the fists
Do your hard beat, rapper lay a bid
Other dogs posted up over here
Niggas fuckin' up, where my niggas at huh?
Niggas be frontin', where my niggas at what?
Yo they don't want it
This is live nigga rap
Scared nigga, get back, but if not, it's cool
Cause right here is where it's at
[Havoc]
Yo, when I foul out on lab mouse
One nut and I'm out
Ain't tryin' to stick around, let a nigga catch me out of bound
Don't give a fuck about a rumor
Know how I get down
Let my man's do it, he gots to right to it
Known Jay come through the door, still like they "Who this?"
Don't got beef, but got niggas, serious ones
Make sure a nigga here, plus lasted wars
And stay countin' all that cash when I'm fuckin' wit' 'Un'
Fuck around with my funds, got a bring a gun
Please don't make me have to puncture ya lungs
[Ty Nitty]
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God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen Lyrics
God rest ye merry gentlemen Let nothing you dismay Remember Christ our savior Was born on Christmas day To save us all from Satan's power When we were gone astray Oh tidings of comfort and joy From God our heavenly father The blessed angel came And unto certain shepherds Brought tidings of the same How that in Bethlehem was born The Son of God by name Oh tidings of comfort and joy Oh tidings of comfort and joy Fear not
use we the ones rockin' 'em, the ones toppin' 'emGod rest ye merry gentlemen Let nothing you dismay Remember Christ our savior Was born on Christmas day To save us all from Satan's power When we were gone astray Oh tidings of comfort and joy From God our heavenly father The blessed angel came And unto certain shepherds Brought tidings of the same How that in Bethlehem was born The Son of God by name Oh tidings of comfort and joy Oh tidings of comfort and joy Fear not
Gold bars unpredictable, like Mystikal and Shock and 'em
We heavenly like BIG, Pac and them
Mobb Deep and Charli Baltimore, who's coppin' 'em
Who's lockin' 'em, who's hotter then them
It's like a dice game and Crack Tito totterin' them
Chorus
When you in the mix with this shit
Skin and bones, nothing but the fists
Do your hard beat, rapper lay a bid
Other dogs posted up over here
Niggas fuckin' up, where my niggas at huh?
Niggas be frontin', where my niggas at what?
Yo they don't want it
This is live nigga rap
Scared nigga, get back, but if not, it's cool
Cause right here is where it's at
[Prodigy]
Yo, all and together we gon' rush the front door
Get at them
They dumpin' our songs, so now it's on
Infamous, my niggas pop clips to this
And fight to it
Niggas respect it, it's like we magnetic
It's like the last thing you want
Trials & Tribulations Lyrics
(I think should be played with a capo on G) G G-C-G-C-G-Bb-A-G D-G-A-D-C-D-C7-Bb-A-G Bb-A-G When your only girl betrayed you, boy, What did you do with your wisdom? Well you loved that girl again, loved that girl again Now who you got to blame for your trials and tribulations? What did you do when you found the man, The one who stole your good girl? Well you cut him up and down, heard you cut him all around Now who you got to bla
is drama(I think should be played with a capo on G) G G-C-G-C-G-Bb-A-G D-G-A-D-C-D-C7-Bb-A-G Bb-A-G When your only girl betrayed you, boy, What did you do with your wisdom? Well you loved that girl again, loved that girl again Now who you got to blame for your trials and tribulations? What did you do when you found the man, The one who stole your good girl? Well you cut him up and down, heard you cut him all around Now who you got to bla
Go at the girls, have a good time, don't make it a problem
While we pop bottles of Mo'
Burn down bottles of 'dro
Smack that ass of models and ho's
Rappin', all ya'll some rag old bunnies
Ready to jump off
I'm on the side fondlin' this Marcy
Black car be gone, Q.B. bitches ready to brawl
Charli Baltimore payin' dues, got it 'em balled
At the bar slashin' bitches
Over some niggas
From a Wayne cell, we stuff back in '96
Spaid like... swallow the Gin, we musclin' in
Play ya par kid, don't be a talkative Marvin
Chorus
When you in the mix with this shit
Skin and bones, nothing but the fists
Do your hard beat, rapper lay a bid
Other dogs posted up over here
Niggas fuckin' up, where my niggas at huh?
Niggas be frontin', where my niggas at what?
Yo they don't want it
This is live nigga rap
Scared nigga, but if not, it's cool
Cause right here is where it's at