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Yeah, new shit, Charli Baltimore, bounce back
Slow motion, hoes go on hiatus when I come through
Baltimore, hot eight-ish plus a hard two
Dime bitch hard hoop, twenty-one plus
Lookin' nineteen in tight jeans, nigga to bust
Man your fuck game better be mean
Front and back, left pocket so swoll' cause your ass to lean
Put a match to me, gasoline, game I spits that
Any bitch nigga, track what, I rips that
And I could flip back to that night at the Kit-Kat
Where Un and Jay had they little tiff at, forget that
Sorry shorty last, I'm just tryna advance
Fall back, real niggas keep a gun in they hands
Real niggas keep it real, big dicks in they pants
You might be feelin' like a bitch violatin' you and
Brush your shoulder down, dust shit off 'til I gets off
Ain't over 'til the dick's soft, non-stop when I kicks off
Weed, Red Bulls, E pills, never refill
Dead sober, Red Rover, head over
Ain't in the business of askin', I'm expectin' it
Hot shit y'all rappin' about, bitch I slept in it
Dior head to toe since B.I.G. was wreckin' it
Ain't gotta put our shit on blast, cats acceptin' it
Anything I stake my name on, I'm the best in it
Fuck what, want it wit' ya, I'm addressin' it
Can't keep a good bitch down, Philly, stand up
Nigga slide over, my wide body never play
Shotgun in that wide body white Rover
Beef, I'm right over, they slip, I never hesitate
Exorcist head, make 'em spin, dicks levitate
Bitch I don't separate thoroughbreds from featherweights
They could get duct-taped and trunked if my cheddar late
My bread at stake so I ride 'til the death
Black Wall Street danglin' in between my breasts
Oh yes, from the home of the ruthless, Philly know
Where my corner boys throw more bricks than yayo, no
I ain't talkin' that wack shit he spit
I'm talkin' pack shit niggas re-upped and flipped
So we can skip the motherfuckin' commentary
I put a couple on Irv Gotti commissary
Let's see, robbed my budget for like 1.3
Then got ghost when the feds was on the hunt for me
You just dissed us when Fuzz got locked up on Christmas
Me and the kid sittin', you tryna put your dick in
Bitch, I don't fuck with kitten, that mean pussy
And I ain't tryna kick you when you down but you pushin'
Roll hard, remember down-ass chick?
You let the whole M-I fall apart for a snitch
You let my whole project fall apart for a bitch
But I bounce back quick like quarter ounce to brick
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