Charli

Charli, Charli

Charli, Charli

What

Who got the 6 foot 9 niggas loving the thang?

Charli, Charli

Floor seats to the Sixers game?

Charli, Charli

Chicks screaming cause they loving the name?

Charli, Charli

Say my name

Charli, Charli

Say my name

Flows tumble down like an avalanche

Who ride and murder tracks like an ambulance?

Still rap like I never stepped off for a sec

I'm back and this rap shit just be getting me wet

Y'all know Charli, sorry

For your unbelief

So much ‘tude on y'all like a Diva

No nigga rhyme tighter

Flow sicker, limelighter

Fans need her (yeah she still off the meter)

Hating chicks sick like *cough* she a trick

What y'all know about me

To flow about me

Who be V.I.P

In films with Spike Lee

PHILLY, PHILLY

In case you wanna know where I be

Hold it down for the rest of the peeps

Blessing the streets

BANG, BANG

I'm next in the beat

HUH, HUH

Put your money on Chuck

Cause I'm destine to beat

The fuck y'all know about me

All my thugs flipping pack money

Living it up

Angels taking it without giving it up

What the fuck

Sheer thongs and we big in the butt

What, what you know y'all feel this

Y'all know who the real is

It ain't enough that I paid my dues

Learn the game

Whole world learn the name

Talk greasy but I earn my fame

What Chicks don't know that the chick so low

Shit earning to claim

Ain't drop but I'm sophomore in this

Like not that bitch Baltimore on this

Any hate, uh, give more the shit

More to spit, incase you don't know how I rip

Red head still, thorough bread streets West Phil

Left field, came from that, huh, blaze the track

My angels dust hot baby plain as that

Oh he wanna holler blame the rap

Again, second wind now

Back in the game

Still reign

Body parts still remain the same

Feel me up

Fell the cupboard

Fill the cup with Cosmos, A laze, and such

Mix it up, we sick with it enough

Play to win

Who got heat with it?

We can take it back to Vaseline on our face, you street with it?

Ride hard till I die hard like Bruce Will, whatever

A buck five hundred thou two mill

So long as somebody fuck with me and my Angels

Getting their wings long as the stuck with me

On my peace to those who occasionally waited for me

Screw face and any motherfucker hating on me

Got nothing but love

Ride ‘burbans on nothing but dubs

No arena shows nothing but clubs

No sweet niggas nothing but thugs

Nothing I duds

Lame niggas say the name uh