backpack raps - charles.125 lyrics
charles intro:
(woah)
backpack raps where it at
yo i got every i need on my laptop bro and my phone, don’t need a desktop
woah, uh huh
run it back uh
lets go
charles hook:
backpacks raps where you at
from the bas*m*nt to the top floor
backpack raps where you at
run it back like its track
bout to hit the sack
ry verse 1:
wake up everyday go to class
puttin the minimum, imma barley pass
i ain’t sleeping but i still make cash
5ifty 5ive on i 95 roscoe dash
pull up in the maybach like i’m spike jones
balling out like i’m mike, sike karl malone
in my feelings with a bud light, post malone
and your b*tch just be wildin, callin my phone
ry hums: mmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm mmmmm
back against the wall like i’m wearing vlone
i’m a bronco b*tch like it’s no fly zone
charles verse 1:
back with the raps, just needed some sp*ce
backpack raps like we ratpack (woah)
i was inspired by cudi and ye
but i ain’t celebrating, working hard
mind to paper, ink like lsd
made the ep called it messy waves
memory card save bout to save my verse (bro)
but i pull up in the he*rs* ( woah)
bro, my freestyle verse sound like garbage
need a second rewrite bro
pre chorus
and you know i stay sassy with it (woah)
i gotta stay classy with it (what )
and you know i keep actin different
got the moves like i’m on some michael jackson sh*t
charles verse 2:
woah, walked in rocking tan vans
dudes don’t want to talk unless you make ten bands
or styling ray bans cross your face (woah)
pull up in the two*door jeep
got everything i need bro
ultra*lightbeam in soho (woah)
no sheep sh*t, i got my own style
that is why its called a freestyle bro
no name calling sh*t, i ain’t hostle
unless we haven’t talk in a while
(ry phone call) : i caught that sh*t like a free*throw bro
imma be litty like the heat
lets f*cking get it
ry verse 2:
(woah, yeah)
shawty wanta ball on my team
like sp*ce jam you know my bunny hops so mean
off white stan smiths, vanilla ice cream
keepin retro cause i don’t like to go mainstream
she be living life dominicana
she so bad smokin on the marjuana
did i say that she look like moana
cause i’m feelin inspirational like obama
counting up stacks man f*ck a comma
if you got sh*t to say i don’t want no drama
ride in the whip man no yokohama
no getting love from you (yo) , but from your baby mama (ok)
charles verse 3:
did you hear that f*cking last verse
we balling harder than lebron james bro (woah)
from my best friends bas*m*nt
to the third floor of my college dorm
working my ass off in the studio
dudes asking me where the tracks at
where the racks at
where the collabs at
b*tch go do jumping jacks
i don’t want to hear it
i am energized and focused
ending:
backpack*raps where it at ( bro )
backpack*raps where it at ( yo )
got everything i need in my backpack
laptop, midi*keyboard
now we about to kick some tracks bro ( woah )
backpack raps
where it at ( yuh )
alright there we go
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