Charlamagne lyrics

by

Dee Watkins


[Chorus: Quail P]
Yeah, I ain’t never had plans to cuff her
I was always stuck on my duffle bag
Momma ain't raise no busta
If he up on me I'll buss him back
I bawled her up and crushed her
She was loving me, ain’t love her back
pus*y got me in trouble
Like a gravity if I hit and pass
I can call some names that do not remain
I felt a lot of pain
I had to cross my dawg because he liked to talk
I called him Charlemagne
Man these hoes like flees
You ain’t helping me breathe
Imma chase this cheese
I’d rather do it with the team

[Verse 1: Quail P]
n*ggas just making a scene
All that hating sh*t stuck in your jeans
I get high, I feel like I got wings
For the money, I itch like a feen
Give her di*k she can’t get no VV’s
She gon’ suck me up just like a leech
If my hoe try to f*ck better breathe
Cause that pus*y ain’t here just for me, no
Ain’t never ran my mouth about no hoe
I stick to the G code
n*ggas really mad at me
Wanna be my op, his ass get pre-rolled
n*ggas watching me like Deebo
Empty out the clip then reload
What you think I got this heat for?
I’m protecting my people
I know she don’t even really wanna hear my name
But she got it tatted
Don’t give a f*ck about her, cause that pus*y been bust
Already had it
Can’t fall in love with a buck cause she all for us
This sh*t get tragic
Old news hoe, you the past tense
Tryna stick to me like a magnet

[Chorus: Quail P]
I ain’t never had plans to cuff her
I was always stuck on my duffle bag
Momma ain't raise no busta
If he up on me I'll buss him back
I bawled her up and crushed her
She was loving me, ain’t love her back
pus*y got me in trouble
Like a gravity if I hit and pass
I can call some names that do not remain
I felt a lot of pain
I had to cross my dawg because he liked to talk
I called him Charlemagne
Man these hoes like flees
You ain’t helping me breathe
Imma chase this cheese
I’d rather do it with the team

[Verse 2: Dee Watkins]
I ain’t never had plans to cuff her
Imma f*ck on that hoe and then dub her
b*tch you dumb if you think that I trust you
I ain’t sticking it in with no rubber
I can’t let you hoes get me in trouble
She be lying like she only f*cking with me when I know she be f*cking my brother
b*tch don’t play with me, I ain’t no buster
She like, “Where you at?
Who you with?” Why you in my business?
I don’t play that that
You ain’t my b*tch so get the f*ck out your feelings
Cause it’s too many b*tches and too many n*ggas
In love with the money, I go to go get it
I’m in my bag and I’m handling business
Cut the boy off if I find out he snitching
I ain’t nothing like these other n*ggas, baby I know
Girl, I treat you like my Glock
You go wherever I go
Tryna get away for the weekend
f*ck that n*gga, leave him
Yeah I f*ck with you but girl I don’t need you
Before I fight with I swear I would leave you

[Chorus: Quail P]
I ain’t never had plans to cuff her
I was always stuck on my duffle bag
Momma ain't raise no busta
If he up on me I'll buss him back
I bawled her up and crushed her
She was loving me, ain’t love her back
pus*y got me in trouble
Like a gravity if I hit and pass
I can call some names that do not remain
I felt a lot of pain
I had to cross my dawg because he liked to talk
I called him Charlemagne
Man these hoes like flees
You ain’t helping me breathe
Imma chase this cheese
I’d rather do it with the team
Let’s go, let’s go
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