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stay there - charles hamilton lyrics

[verse 1]
work, n-gg-, work
field n-gg- rules
guess they don’t know how a real n-gg- do
through the love and the hate i’m still in the groove
i only love hate, so, for real, who is who?
k!ll me or move
i don’t chill and when i do
i feel a tooth of some b-tch’s grill on my tool
and she’s getting irritated so now i’m abstinent
mad pensive, all you haters eat a fat d-ck
all i care about is dilla and madlib
but since that dilla sh-t mad n-gg-s is p-ssing
on the nastiness i actually present when i’m rapping
i was trying to get him a check, not disrespect
ok my n-gg- hex and that n-gg- who’s on my d-ck to death
you really ’bout to slit my neck and really rep
f-ck the world, sonic is dead
it’s charles hamilton
f-ck you if you not getting bread
(y’all heard what i said)

[chorus]
everybody got their mouth shut
d-mn it stay there, stay there, stay the f-ck there
white folks putting the house up
d-mn it stay there, stay there, stay the f-ck there
i put the north and the south up
d-mn it stay there, stay there, stay the f-ck there
all you haters put your doubts up
d-mn it stay there, stay there, stay the f-ck there

[verse 2]
(hey mr. wilson!)
mr. wilson, the menace is back
satanic minister rap
for real, it’s a wrap
take your feelings back
i still rap, what i’m the illest at
f-ck a twitter app, we could really scr-p, n-gg-
i hate journalists with illseeds in they -ss
joined the bandwagon of hate, but feeled me in the past
i’m guilty of a crash
f-ck if i’m filthy rich with cash
i should build thee with a [?]
f-ck your crown, i’m in my zone, don’t f-ck around
it wasn’t by luck, i was found
now i’m above the ground
i ain’t dissing you, i’m lifting up your gown
such a f-cking shame to share the same f-cking town
why ask “why?”
i’m back for the sky
p-ssing on the radar you climax to provide
tried to chat with my high
pardon my back ’cause i’m tight
f-ck wishing you well; i wish you would die

[verse 3]
brianna had good p-ssy, why hit her back?
i got my hit back that night in the sack (uh huh!)
shut up management, i’m trying to rap
y’all act like y’all don’t know i would die for this cr-p
i’m not apologizing to cole
i’m sodomising his soul
but bottom line is: i was high off of c-ke
ignore it, i kinda had to force it; it sucked
mtv asked and i didn’t give a f-ck
i put the sh-t out and i didn’t get a buck
it wasn’t for attention ’cause, sh-t, i get enough
f-ck you non-starchasers, y’all haters
y’all broke and charles is on a major
see you later
my b-tch gets ripped when she’s wet like [?] paper
so i will worry ’bout a muhf-ckin’ blog later
yes, i’m going pop
hey, it’s about time
i don’t get paid to do shade 45
the underground n-gg-s make industry songs
so diss me or get along
my sh-t is a bomb
keeping it thorough didn’t get me to london
and creeping in my borough didn’t get me to someone
so put piff in a sun blunt and let a n-gg- shine
give me mine when it’s time
get off my d-ck, it’s dinner time
when i rhyme it’s armageddon and then some
f-ck with me, win some
this is redemption

- charles hamilton lyrics

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