While I thank you, I thank the Lord above While I thank you, I thank the Lord above Uh!
(Verse: Dave East) ‘Bout to blow me a dub, free Charlie I knew I can depend any time I would need Charlie They a young’in a seven, I can even see Charlie Just last week I was say’in, “past the weed Charlie” My little niggas stay sharper than Steve Harvey Was like my mother’s son, she would tell you come eat Charlie I got a couple dollars, was getting Q&Ps off of’em Even had Earl eaten, football season was awesome Copped a great challenger, black stripes, DC plates Every time I had in Harlem we used to eat great We was just sitt’in at Apple stores copp’in iPhones Burberry was your twist, young’in got his style on Asked me what I needed, copped the studio equipment Me and props, set it up, you told me handle business Before you had the dreads, Earl told me you was family Every chance I get I’m sending flix that’s just the man in me You told me to lay heat, you was repen’in Dave East Before any of these niggas was a fan of me Call you when I heard they locked E up We was try’in to score, no one thinking we had to D up Just take it like a G cuz, get your weight up Watch niggas before you know it we back in Vegas If they sign me for a million, you coming home to the latest Pray to God we make it We was gett’in bent, fuck that money spent No prior charges, still do’in eighty five percent Hold your hand, hold your hand, hold your head Think about you when I wake up Before I go to bed, stay biz rough But I glad you didn’t go to feds I’ma stand by every single word I know I said California was your new favorite If nothing else, you said nigga you needs some new haters
Free Charlie
We about to go to it tonight (laughing) Ahh, Ahh, AhhTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
