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R.I.T.Z. lyrics
Charli Baltimore
Killa Cam
Cam Ron
Charli I don t think they know that I m menstrul
Let me tell em when I m menstrul
[Verse One: Cam Ron]
I m 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 mom s wallet
Ya ll want whips, it s time on trial
Aye yo, ya ll 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 it s true, that I lost a daughter
Niggas get a little money, wanna cross the water
Fuckin sell, I get the hell, I can t cross the border
Never feminine, everynight don t 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, that s what I m 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 that s my analysis, till I m laid up with blood like diolisists
That s my next son
[Chorus (Cam Ron)]
Some niggas kiss
And some get dissed
Some cats go kill
And jump off cliffs
Some snitch
But life s a fucking bitch
Some niggas sniff
And some go disp
Some cats want dough
And come on clicks
Some rich
But life s a fucking bitch
[Verse Two: Charli Baltimore]
What, yo
I m 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, ya ll boast about holdin totes
We hold s parties, and sign our labels Pacardi
Hardly ya girl next door, beofre I was B More
I was C-4, now I m packed, and now I m stackin
In the Swiss Alps, with Swiss cheese and Swiss accounts
Sippin Swiss Miss, hoes frontin , got me kissed it
Dying kids wanna see B More, 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 "Who s 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 ya ll 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 it s nine crackers before a cracker
So tell me how you like us with guns and rappers
[Chorus (Cam Ron)]
Some niggas kiss
And some get dissed
Some cats go kill
And jump off cliffs
Some snitch
But life s a fucking bitch
Some niggas sniff
And some go disp
Some cats want dough
And come on clicks
Some rich
But life s a fucking bitch
Some niggas kiss
And some get dissed
Some cats go kill
And jump off cliffs
Some snitch
But life s a fucking bitch
Some niggas sniff
And some go disp
Some cats want dough
And come on clicks
Some rich
But life s a fucking bitch
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