b.m.b - charli baltimore lyrics
[intro: trick trick]
yeah
what up doe?
[?]
ain’t come here for no problems
came here for this motherf*cking money
stay out my godd*mn way, i stay out your’s
[?]
[verse 1: charli baltimore]
[?] methad of maddness
[?] mobsters behind glasses, [?]
short top lapses
[?] understand that when you see my wrist
it’s all about the chase, i chase money to chase accounts
corprat thugs, we just faze you out
everything gangsta, k!llers, dealers
[?] bring out the gorillas
[?] never catch me sideways
line up the highway, [?] or the driveway
[?] leaning to the left
with 15 karots dangling in between my br**sts
[?] ride shotgun, my shotgun my baby
[?] did a 180, and tried not to pay me
360’s when i pull up on [?]
5 cars behind me, with n*ggas that’s on [?]
[chorus: charli baltimore]
we got them guns [?]
[?]
they standing [?]
cause [?]
we rolling way too deep
gone off that [?]
they hollaing out who we?
sh*t, n*gga, it’s bmb
[verse 2: trick trick]
[?] motherf*cker responsible for making you n*ggas miserable
you ain’t welcome in my city, n*gga, you pitiful
[?] gorillas in numbers [?] coming to get at you
you better run, n*gga
[?] outlaw
so i don’t give a motherf*ck about y’all
n*gga still got rich, without y’all
i’ll fit this 50 in your f*cking mouth, dawg
goon squad mafia
talk sh*t to him [?]
[?] i’m knocking it up
you n*ggas ain’t rocking sh*t, if you ain’t rocking with us
[?]
me and bmb [?]
[?] what you know ’bout real n*ggas [?]
back with goon squad [?] behind me
[chorus: charli baltimore]
we got them guns [?]
[?]
they standing [?]
cause [?]
we rolling way too deep
gone off that [?]
they hollaing out who we?
sh*t, n*gga, it’s bmb
[verse 3: charli baltimore]
it’s the secret society, no notoriety
n*ggas to the right of me, all willing to die for me
i ain’t gotta [?], i just got my head
[?] lay [?]chaos and mayhem
[?] last words spoken
[?] provoking, then i’ll tell him i was joking
oh well, he got taken [?]
[?] let a n*gga [?]
battlestar galatica, [?] come this way
got 4 on a [?], they ain’t spictacular
and they can’t shoot back at ya, you can’t get one off
5 to the back of ya, hoes get ran off
see me in your city, looking like i’m solo
but it’s 50 thugs with me, all looking like they dolo
[?] ain’t talking todo
bring a n*gga up, crip walk in your photo
[chorus: charli baltimore]
we got them guns [?]
[?]
they standing [?]
cause [?]
we rolling way too deep
gone off that [?]
they hollaing out who we?
sh*t, n*gga, it’s bmb
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