Uhh nigga
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Uhm, yeah
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(Do you wanna [repeat through song])
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[Charli Baltimore (Mase)]
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Yo, yo, yo
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See I hold my head, hoes wanna 'spite me
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Mad, I got the Jag' but they the wifey
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Icey, is what my merchandise be
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Know I'ma star, so they over-price me
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Charli B'More be twice you bitch
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Tell you got no style by the Ice you pick
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Step into my cold area, polar bear wear
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White minking, white Lincoln, now what you thinking
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What? Too much Ice got you blinking?
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Meanwhile, Mickey sinking, what you drinking
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West Philly, bad bitch, dress really
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Ain't met a nigga with enough dough to sex really
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Seen everything, from king's to heavy haters
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Cherry gators, Tahoe in every flavor
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Rhymes I wrote (9's I tote 'em)
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And times I hold 'em
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I even put 9's in niggas quotas
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What
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Yeah
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What
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Yeah
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What what
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Yea what what
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Turn me up, though
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Turn me up
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[Mase]
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Yo, yo, now if you don't stop
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Then we won't stop
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If you want the bottom, then I'll be on top
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I ain't never met a bitch that ain't ever suck a cock
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So if you gotta proof, I gotta have a drop, bi-atch!
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[Charli]
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If you know B'More, then you know this song
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I'ma rip any shit, niggas throw me on
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While I'm reachin' mine, I ain't known you that long
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Fuck around, nigga, wiggle more then your rollie gone
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Ring too
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Get that nigga cream too
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Hit him bout once or twice, dream come true
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[Mase]
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I'll give you more then a six, mansion on the beach
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Chanel flip flop's, satin all on ya feet
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Liguini for brunch, or spice and your heat
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So a bitch like you, can't check me from the street
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[Charli]
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I'm not a girl who'll dream about living with Mase
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All I wanna do is get his cake, and sit on his face
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What what what
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Yeah yeah yeah
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Yeah yeah yeah
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Yeah yeah yeah
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[Mase]
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Yeah, what what what, what the fuck, ughh, yo
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What they think, cause be Mase young, Mase be dumb
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They get Mase strung, there'll be no prenum
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But ever since Blood die, my life change
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Out the blue, I'm they boo, that's quite strange
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Now ya nice thangs, way out the price range
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Half these girls, don't even know my right name
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Though I got Rollie, mink made of coyote
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Love a ghetto hoe, I know she die for me
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You got me confused, see Cam the freak
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Mase never the cat, bring sand to the beach
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Show some that the average show-hand couldn't reach
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Living expenses, 50 grand a week
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You know me, I V-O-T, low key
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Platinum rollie, smoke a O-Z
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Baby face nigga, without no goatee
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2 point 8, about to blow 3
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Huh
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What the fuck
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What the fuck
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Yeah yeah yeah
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What what what
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Yeah yeah yeah
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What what what
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Yeah yeah yeah
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What what what
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Uh
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What the fuck
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Don't stop
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What the fuck
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We won't stop
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Harlem-Philly's
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Still bless ya forever
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Mase blessed forever
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Ice
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Charli Baltimore |