Lyrics:
let's overdub a little a little finger p-
No, no, no Clem no!
By greckins you put a little, little bit, a little finger poppin' on thar
it's gonna be
Any day now, Quadron Wilson will be released from prison early
He's the man who was surrounded by more than 20 local, state, and federal agents
Snitches rocking civilian. Clocking you dead and center. Income fulfillment. They know Charlie Charlie take care of the children. Pockets on Wilson. Burner
a queen and I love your mind
Wanna talk about your dreams, let the day go by
But I'm busy with this green gotta cop that slime
Steady mobbing with the team
all
I wanna do is be by your side (by your side)
everyone will love you the way that I love you
But they don't (oh no) they don't know you like I do
that I ever wanted to be
Was a Charlie's Angel, LLC
Limited liability
Got rid of my sanity like
C I A O
Okay
C I A O
No way
Fake it till you make it
Burn
and ride around
I wanna be all on my own
I just wanna be left alone
No nobody call my phone
I got plays I'm in my zone
I just wanna turn up by myself
I just
There's an old saying that you're
The dumbest in your youth
Whoever said that must have met Charlie Puth
But he can't be that dumb
'cause he's
outta the pocket just kinda Russell
Wilson
Smooth like Charlie Wilson
Outta space we switch ship
Cut em off like Swiss shit
Cause all these niggas
patients
Leave the long look up inside his eyes
I ain't gotta go and worry bout shit
Taking my whole fucking life by surprise
You know what we be on
Man we
doing it
And I didn't wanna be
Uncool, I really didn't
I wanted to be accepted
I wanna be with the in-crowd
With the in-crowd
To go to bed I have to spend
(Why?) They ain't you
You can be who you wanna be
(uh) , live life how you feel
Just put your faith in the Lord
(yep) , now that's keepin it Trill, fo'
California, Here I Come
Written by Joseph Meyer, Al Jolson and Buddy G. De Sylva
Jack was sittin poker faced with bullets backed with bitches
Neal
my people on the front lines
People, my people are dyin'
And we see it all the time
Don't know where our future would be
If he's not here, how do
a difference, I'm gon' fuck her best friend
I ain't got no piercings, my new bitch named Kirsten
Chop with a dick, that shit sing like Charlie Wilson
Yeah, all
I like a bitch in a doobie
Charlie Wilson with her head down
All I'm sayin' is, oou we , yeah
She get whatever she want
Whatever she want
She wanna
luck
You'll be rolled in a pack, rotten in that shitty truck
And I wish this was for entertainment purposes
But this bitch wanna take it there, I'ma
You've got to be there to know it
What everybody wanna see
To live and die in L.A
It's the place to be
You've got to be there to know it
What
What everybody wanna see yeah
'Cause would it be L.A without Mexicans?
It's black love, brown pride and the sets again
Pete Wilson tryna see us all
by the whole gang
Oh yeah, bitch wanna hang yeah
Gang yeah, iza mene cjeli squad
Bitch I'm the devil which means I don't need a god
I don't need it
on a turnpike, let me by, I only wanna wonder why when I don't die
Ew, I shot ya, yeah, I know, I only wanna go where my wheels roll
Monday, I'm all high, get me
Ekorobat
Big shot chilling overseas ekorobat
Ghat the hundred mehn ekorobat
And now your shordy wanna dance cos Ekorobat
We be like making all the money
wanna be with you
Oh, Charlie
You don't know it but you're just like me
You got some skills musically
A little shy with anxiety
Oh, Charlie
You think how
through hell together
You're forever
Forged by fire
The young GI said from his VA bed
Why you wanna hang out with us broken men
When you could be
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