Текст (слова) песни: Erykah Badu - R. I. T. Z.

Artist: charli baltimore f/ camron

Charli baltimore

Killa cam

Camron

Charli I dont think they know that Im menstrul

Let me tell em when Im menstrul

Verse one: camron

Im into don thing, donna karen

Don cornelius, don king

Lunchin down in palm springs

Long the ring, crackin cars

Dirty money, give the wax to juan

Actin harsh, leave em my back garage

Thug niggas using mack guitar

Givin back massuage, enterouage, we on hollis

Make you leave new york quicker, then john wallace

Be in your moms wallet

Yall want whips, its time on trial

Aye yo, yall want chips, then count ya stride

I made best friend to fight yo, like 98 live

Connin in they eyes, like cats behind with they wife

Well then its true, that I lost a daughter

Niggas get a little money, wanna cross the water

Fuckin sell, I get the hell, I cant cross the border

Never feminine, everynight dont park the six

Right in front of tenimens

Ruthless chicks, yeah, toothless chicks

With the shotguns to shot, right through 2 and 6

Rufus kicks, uqick, thats what Im tellin my man

They just want me on the crucifix, I held in my hand

Fell for the plan, felony cam

Yo melody be bland!

R-i-p scrams yo, a hell of a man

And thats my analysis, till Im laid up with blood like diolisists

Thats my next son

Chorus (camron)

Some niggas kiss

And some get dissed

Some cats go kill

And jump off cliffs

Some snitch

But lifes a fucking bitch

Some niggas sniff

And some go disp

Some cats want dough

And come on clicks

Some rich

But lifes a fucking bitch

Verse two: charli baltimore

What, yo

Im into ice shit, peirced pussy

Got the ice clit, ice picks

Fuck around and slice chicks

Spotted deserve on ice chips

Tight click, we come through

Dumb crew, these cats unable to come to

Comotose, yall boast about holdin totes

We holds parties, and sign our labels pacardi

Hardly ya girl next door, beofre I was bmore

I was c-4, now Im packed, and now Im stackin

In the swiss alps, with swiss cheese and swiss accounts

Sippin swiss miss, hoes frontin, got me kissed it

Dying kids wanna see bmore, on they wish list

But I put em there, be careful what you ask for

Ski mask up on barren face

No trace, of dna, just doa

We know ways to make you talk

Make you limp, when you walk

Outline cats in white chalk

Got fagotts askin "whos she? "

Benz wit it, class be e, master p

Blastin how ya do dat there

Ridin through, niggas stare, they like "who dat there? "

Is true dat wear

Takin over, slower

While yall hoes be stressed

Hate to see me and pd, and be like who the ebst

No shit, pull out the clips

Pull out the whips, put out the hits

Cause we put on the ritz

And its nine crackers before a cracker

So tell me how you like us with guns and rappers

Chorus (camron)

Some niggas kiss

And some get dissed

Some cats go kill

And jump off cliffs

Some snitch

But lifes a fucking bitch

Some niggas sniff

And some go disp

Some cats want dough

And come on clicks

Some rich

But lifes a fucking bitch

Some niggas kiss

And some get dissed

Some cats go kill

And jump off cliffs

Some snitch

But lifes a fucking bitch

Some niggas sniff

And some go disp

Some cats want dough

And come on clicks

Some rich

But lifes a fucking bitch

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Erykah Badu - R. I. T. Z. Artist: charli baltimore f/ camron Charli baltimore Killa cam Camron Charli I dont think they know that Im menstrul Let me tell em when Im menstrul Verse one: camron Im into don thing, donna karen Don cornelius, don king Lunchin down in palm springs Long the ring, crackin cars Dirty money, give the wax to juan Actin harsh, leave em my back garage Thug niggas using mack guitar Givin back massuage, enterouage, we on hollis Make you leave new york quicker, then john wallace Be in your moms wallet Yall want whips, its time on trial Aye yo, yall want chips, then count ya stride I made best friend to fight yo, like 98 live Connin in they eyes, like cats behind with they wife Well then its true, that I lost a daughter Niggas get a little money, wanna cross the water Fuckin sell, I get the hell, I cant cross the border Never feminine, everynight dont park the six Right in front of tenimens Ruthless chicks, yeah, toothless chicks With the shotguns to shot, right through 2 and 6 Rufus kicks, uqick, thats what Im tellin my man They just want me on the crucifix, I held in my hand Fell for the plan, felony cam Yo melody be bland! R-i-p scrams yo, a hell of a man And thats my analysis, till Im laid up with blood like diolisists Thats my next son Chorus (camron) Some niggas kiss And some get dissed Some cats go kill And jump off cliffs Some snitch But lifes a fucking bitch Some niggas sniff And some go disp Some cats want dough And come on clicks Some rich But lifes a fucking bitch Verse two: charli baltimore What, yo Im into ice shit, peirced pussy Got the ice clit, ice picks Fuck around and slice chicks Spotted deserve on ice chips Tight click, we come through Dumb crew, these cats unable to come to Comotose, yall boast about holdin totes We holds parties, and sign our labels pacardi Hardly ya girl next door, beofre I was bmore I was c-4, now Im packed, and now Im stackin In the swiss alps, with swiss cheese and swiss accounts Sippin swiss miss, hoes frontin, got me kissed it Dying kids wanna see bmore, on they wish list But I put em there, be careful what you ask for Ski mask up on barren face No trace, of dna, just doa We know ways to make you talk Make you limp, when you walk Outline cats in white chalk Got fagotts askin "whos she? " Benz wit it, class be e, master p Blastin how ya do dat there Ridin through, niggas stare, they like "who dat there? " Is true dat wear Takin over, slower While yall hoes be stressed Hate to see me and pd, and be like who the ebst No shit, pull out the clips Pull out the whips, put out the hits Cause we put on the ritz And its nine crackers before a cracker So tell me how you like us with guns and rappers Chorus (camron) Some niggas kiss And some get dissed Some cats go kill And jump off cliffs Some snitch But lifes a fucking bitch Some niggas sniff And some go disp Some cats want dough And come on clicks Some rich But lifes a fucking bitch Some niggas kiss And some get dissed Some cats go kill And jump off cliffs Some snitch But lifes a fucking bitch Some niggas sniff And some go disp Some cats want dough And come on clicks Some rich But lifes a fucking bitch Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни R. I. T. Z.: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/104/1/10258.html Все тексты песен: Erykah Badu » Erykah Badu - You Got Me » Erykah Badu - A.D. 2000 » Erykah Badu - In Love With You » Erykah Badu - Booty » Erykah Badu - Rimshot (Intro) » Erykah Badu - Times A Wastin » Erykah Badu - Boogie Nights All Night » Erykah Badu - Next Lifetime » Erykah Badu - Next Lifetime » Erykah Badu - Your Precious Love » Erykah Badu - Stay » Erykah Badu - Southern Girl » Erykah Badu - Orange Moon » Erykah Badu - Tyrone » Erykah Badu - Otherside Of The Game » Erykah Badu - R.I.T.Z. » Erykah Badu - Time`s A Wastin » Erykah Badu - My Life » Erykah Badu - Rimshot (Outro) » Erykah Badu - You Know That U Got Me Рекомендуем скачать: » Юрий Устинов, Владислав Крапивин - Четвертая песня о ветре » Юрий Харченко - Пристань » Юрий Белов - Старый камуфляж » Юрий Визбор - Октябрь. Садовое кольцо » Юлия Могилевер - Наперекосяк... » Юлий Ким - В ЦК КПСС от отдельных представителей некоторой интеллигенции приватное письмо » Юта - Далеко » Юлий Ким - Анонимное письмо в совет » Юрий Визбор - Полоцк » Юрий Гуляев - Москва майская » Юрий Лорес - Орган в лесу » Юрий Наумов - И я пою » Юрий Лорес - Шуламифь » Ю.Г. - Пока никто не умер » Юрий Лорес - На дорогу, на дорогу... » Юлий Ким - Баю-бай, уже позднее время... » Юрий Визбор, Александр Супрун - Корабли » Юрий Нестеренко - Ничего хуже нет осенней этой рани... » Ю.Маврина - Песня Золушки » Юрий Антонов - О тебе и обо мне
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