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CHARLI BALTIMORE lyrics : "Lose It"

Uh huh, yeah, yeah
Uh huh, yeah, Storch
Uh, uh huh, yeah


Boo yah, you hit the lotto
'Cause Chuck had a bottle

And I'm feelin' tight woozy
Feelin' like Jacuzzi
Soak and you smokin'

Cali Kush and chokin'
My pink nipples pokin'
You ready to stroke it?

Jokin', ain't sweet to bag it
Resume got to be spotless
For you to tag it

I'm a handful like fat $$#
When you grab it
Take a stab

Cold turkey in my attic (tell me)
Ever had a (*##$ like me?
You ain't never had a chick like C

All struck, tossed up
'Bout the way I flow
But so low, that's the way I roll

So let's go, but uh
Hold up, wait a minute who he?
Gangsta, gangsta, sure enough, oooh eeeh

Come ride if you come my way
'Cause all night is the way I play (ok)


Now what you sayin' again?
Tell me what it's hittin' for
You only got 4 minutes like

I'm 'bout to spit it
Doin' 5, I hit the door (woah)


Don't talk just do it
Don't beat around the bush get to it
Hope you got your wing up

Better drink a Redbull
In a minute I'm a make you lose it
You lose it, you lose it

CB goin' make you lose it
I got my low cut jeans
You can see my G-String

Guaranteed I'm a make you lose it

Listen, I ain't startin' nothin'

I ain't finishin'
Pressed to get me in horizontal position
And comin' at me sideways

I ain't listenin'
You let the $#&@ up
Boy I'm nitro glycerine

Firestarter, if you right I go harder
My guard up, your jaw up
Runnin' your black carter

Shake 'em up, explode
Like chic soda, it's
Coca-cola keep blowin' my Motorola

Told ya I need a soldier
Think you in love with a stripper
Like T-Pain where that pole up

And I ain't talkin' metal I'm talkin'
Hold the $#&@in' sunshine
Tell wifey you 'bout to roll what

And it ain't Kush wet hash or haze
It's them lips legs and $$#
That $#&@in' amaze

Come ride if you're comin' my way
And all night still the way I play then (ok)


Now what you sayin' again?
Tell me what it's hittin' for
You only got 4 minutes like

I'm 'bout to spit it
Doin' 5, I hit the door (woah)

Don't talk just do it
Don't beat around the bush get to it

Hope you got your wing up
Better drink a Redbull
In a minute I'm a make you lose it
You lose it, you lose it
CB goin' make you lose it

I got my low cut jeans
You can see my G-String
Guaranteed I'm a make you lose it

Charli got the good and plenty (plenty)

I'm a perform for you (for you)
I hope you didn't bite off
More than you can chew (chew)
Go ahead and take a shot of Henne (Henne)
'Cause I'm about to work you out (ow)

No need for conversation ('sation)
Just show me what you're all about (ow!)

The metal to the pedal, skip the chit-chat
Mix Sprite with dip-n-dab and told 'em sit back
10 minutes later you feelin' that kick back

Get kicked in my flick, I hand picked 'em
Stressed to lick their, seat belt clicked and
He clicked off, I got hit off and I ain't victim
Bounce game sickening, that's the way I play
But all night after hustling, you need to stay (ok)

Now what you sayin' again?

Tell me what it's hittin' for
You only got 4 minutes like
I'm 'bout to spit it
Doin' 5, I hit the door (woah)

Don't talk just do it
Don't beat around the bush get to it

Hope you got your wing up
Better drink a Redbull
In a minute I'm a make you lose it
You lose it, you lose it
CB goin' make you lose it
I got my low cut jeans
You can see my G-String

Guaranteed I'm a make you lose it

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