"Charli Baltimore ✪" lyrics
Devon Hendryx Lyrics
Flash the camera, flash the camera
Yeah, flash the camera
(Generation Y 1989)
Generation Y 1989, motherfucker
One time for the niggas on the left side (Left side)
Two times for them hoes on the right side (Right side)
Three times for that VIP
And I be riding through the hood like I ain't got shit (I ain't got shit)
And she be giving out gifts like Santa Claus (Santa Claus)
Niggas stay checking on the catalog (Catalog)
Pretty face, no make-up, dawg
And no attitude or menopause
She's like, damn, past ten
No exag, past ten
This bitch is fine, she bad, damn
But she got a boyfr... (Boyfriend)
Babe, this may sound crazy
But everytime I come around you I be feeling pasty
Your husband said he gon' bake me like a pastry
That bitch made faggot ain't got the nuts to face me
'Cause he the type of nigga to send an accidental text on purpose
Just so he can get attention like he earned it
Buy a bitch anything, 90 on the perc
65, 75, closer to that hundred, uh
And when he hit that hundred he gon' fuck you good
But when I hit that hundred I'ma fuck you well
This can't be life, there's gotta be more
Croak the raven, so I move to B-more
Searching for the one I hope she look like Charli B-More
Niggas think 'cause they freestyle that they nice
All that means is you wack and you can't write
Backhand, nigga, grown folks talking
Coat hanger abortion, niggas need portions
Super Street Fighter II, you niggas are amateur
I swing with the stamina, your soul ain't my caliber
Answer the Call of Duty, my rhythm is Mr. Rugy
My words are off-duty, cops shooting at coons, B
Ha, pow-pow my friend
Thor to these niggas when I go and get the hamm-er
Bruce Lee to your Fei Long, I'm too advanced
Kick you in your chest, make your bitch ass stand
Up, put your money on my dick
Girls, all eyes on my dick
Yo Charli, you phony, I ain't signed to Sony
But for half your pub, eat that clit like I'm hungry (Mm)
Now speaking
Commander at law
Charli still in charge
I don't have a dime to borrow
Or gather a mass follow
As I close my Twitter account, there's nobody to follow
You indie and given hoes
After you download this, I might guarantee to fill you full of arrows
Jack White mentality, greedy
Fuck a pale bitch, make a mill and shut her down after three CDs
Afterwards I'll start making revenue for showing up to different
Revenues between vacations in Tahiti
I just wanna fuck to Hughie
I don't want no baby boy
I just wanna dick her down and have her scream "Devon tease me" (Uh)
Now speaking
Commander in law
Charli still in charge
Yeah, flash the camera
(Generation Y 1989)
Generation Y 1989, motherfucker
One time for the niggas on the left side (Left side)
Two times for them hoes on the right side (Right side)
Three times for that VIP
And I be riding through the hood like I ain't got shit (I ain't got shit)
And she be giving out gifts like Santa Claus (Santa Claus)
Niggas stay checking on the catalog (Catalog)
Pretty face, no make-up, dawg
And no attitude or menopause
She's like, damn, past ten
No exag, past ten
This bitch is fine, she bad, damn
But she got a boyfr... (Boyfriend)
Babe, this may sound crazy
But everytime I come around you I be feeling pasty
Your husband said he gon' bake me like a pastry
That bitch made faggot ain't got the nuts to face me
'Cause he the type of nigga to send an accidental text on purpose
Just so he can get attention like he earned it
Buy a bitch anything, 90 on the perc
65, 75, closer to that hundred, uh
And when he hit that hundred he gon' fuck you good
But when I hit that hundred I'ma fuck you well
This can't be life, there's gotta be more
Croak the raven, so I move to B-more
Searching for the one I hope she look like Charli B-More
Niggas think 'cause they freestyle that they nice
All that means is you wack and you can't write
Backhand, nigga, grown folks talking
Coat hanger abortion, niggas need portions
Super Street Fighter II, you niggas are amateur
I swing with the stamina, your soul ain't my caliber
Answer the Call of Duty, my rhythm is Mr. Rugy
My words are off-duty, cops shooting at coons, B
Ha, pow-pow my friend
Thor to these niggas when I go and get the hamm-er
Bruce Lee to your Fei Long, I'm too advanced
Kick you in your chest, make your bitch ass stand
Up, put your money on my dick
Girls, all eyes on my dick
Yo Charli, you phony, I ain't signed to Sony
But for half your pub, eat that clit like I'm hungry (Mm)
Now speaking
Commander at law
Charli still in charge
I don't have a dime to borrow
Or gather a mass follow
As I close my Twitter account, there's nobody to follow
You indie and given hoes
After you download this, I might guarantee to fill you full of arrows
Jack White mentality, greedy
Fuck a pale bitch, make a mill and shut her down after three CDs
Afterwards I'll start making revenue for showing up to different
Revenues between vacations in Tahiti
I just wanna fuck to Hughie
I don't want no baby boy
I just wanna dick her down and have her scream "Devon tease me" (Uh)
Now speaking
Commander in law
Charli still in charge
