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Really out on bond if they flick me bitch I'm runnin'
I'm still a smooth criminal cause they ain't hit on nothing
By the time they caught up
Dussé, it caught up
It caught us early
Introduce her to some new new (BRAND NEW)
New-new shit
Like I came from Jersey
But you know I ain't from there
I
motherfucking Majki Sheen
Yeah bitch I ain't your homie
I'm a playa like I'm Charlie Sheen
I keep it slow, I'm smooth, they all mad now
They know me, you better
Rest in peace, to all the homies got to heaven before me
Pour some liquor on the curb for the n****z that's caught
Had a motherf***in ward but he
picture
Your shits like the forehead of The Mona Lisa
I put my city in a frame with all gold leafing
From my fucked up hairline to my addiction
I'm so
it is can't get these bitches off
Hop up in the whip and they we slide
Roll me up a J put it to flame and then we ride
Charlie on the seat for any fuck
Goodwill loves me Macklemore than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very
And finally put a stop to Halloween
We gotta start a new culture that's pure and clean
So get Kevin Bloody Wilson back on the stage
It's the Cultural revolution
of a pistol
My brother run out and come back in all excited
And I said what was it and he said it was the report of a pistol and then he said
Mr Garfield
knew my time was coming it was only delayed
I owe it all
I owe it all to you
I stand for people who didn’t make it
RIP Wilson wish you here, there’s no
peace, to all the homies got to heaven before me
Pour some liquor on the curb for the niggas that's caught
Had a motherfuckin' warrant but he didn't go
can't be tardy
These niggas bitin' my swag
So I'm callin em Charlie
Runnin' game I caught I charlie
I'm too player I know she can't guard me
Niggas broke
it seems the, white-collared crimes, are hookin' up phones
Charlie Hustle, I got a few mathematics (Charlie Hustle)
I'm doing a compilation, should I
her homegirls
That's A FUN DAY
Don't play GAMES
BOSS UP
SHE DEMANDING
Wilding out on stage no Nick Cannon
Charlie Wilson GAP band man she outstanding
day out
Mansion and a 'Dweller implanted
We done pulled up in all that, big trucks
All vests
Havin' talks with Wilson like, "Nigga
Make it all wet"
Lost
The skyline's all lit up
The crowd was buzzin' like a saw
Not a single empty cup
Out a nowhere came a warning
When he opened up that door
He walked out in his
I'm still growing up by myself
And mentally you're older than me and that shit doesn't help
'Cause if they see you with T, they'll think T needs some
all over me
No, I can't help but just smile
While that damn sun is shining on
Dang, it's just shining down
Down over me
So now I call up my friend
Little nigga and Puff, or caught a spot with a nine
Hand all sticky, my tires is all Mickey
She kissing on my neck, I'm too black for a hickey
I'm still
again. He saw Charlie and walked over telling him about the adventure he had been on! And all about the wonders that lay beyond the smog-filled city
My nigga back up off me
When i hit the floor like a Jabbawalkie
When we hear(caugg) i just keep on walking (keep on walkin)
That man wired up like
motherfucker who dissed the black
People was gettin done, we had em on the run
Killin em all, one by one
Cause niggaz in the hood was finally gettin together
No
in the wall all the while he broke a mirror, he's Charlie Mack
Down by law at each and every show
Nicknamed ?Al Diesel? but for short Aldo
And when
Best Part Of Me
Written By Tree Wilson
Intro:
Do you wanna love me baby
Do you wanna love me baby
I can’t pretend I’m not in love
I can’t pretend
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