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charlie! (usa) - spammie lyrics

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[intro]
(d+mn)
(yeah, let’s go, yeah, let’s go)
(u+u+u+underdogs)
(yeah, let’s go, yeah, let’s go)
(you know, let’s race, it’s f+ckin’ charlie!, b+tch)
(you know, let’s race, it’s f+ckin’ charlie!, b+tch)

[chorus]
watch me do my dance in this b+tch, yeah
perky and a xan for the mix, yeah
you know i’ma stand on my sh+t, yeah
play my song, know some hands goin’ in the air
slidin’ in a tesla, he ain’t hear us comin’
you know that i’m next up, soon, this sh+t, i’ll run it
sittin’ in my room, i turned nothin’ into somethin’
y’all ain’t talkin’ sh+t now that i f+ckin’ done it (yeah, yeah)

[verse]
light up in the night, the smoke is goin’ to the moon (moon)
ain’t n0body else is finna tell me what to do (do)
ain’t no disrespеct but yo’ sh+t really wasn’t cool, bro
he played mе his song and, sh+t, i almost left the room

[verse]
crashin’ out like ye after the grammys (for real)
puffin’ on a j (j), i ain’t talkin’ spammie (nah)
y’all be hearin’, “laurel” (laurel), i be hearin’, “yanny” (for real)
f+ck ‘bout what they say (yah), they can’t understand me (yah, yah, yah)
i got two hoes, both them down to f+ck, on god
new— new royce, b+tch, i’m burnin’ rubber out the lot
two— two hoes, both them down to f+ck, on god
new— new whip, b+tch, i’m burning rubber, like, a lot (go)
puffin’ on exotic, got me feelin’ like the sh+t (sh+t)
posted up wit’ robbie in this b+tch, you know we lit (lit)
i’m gon’ throw the roach away, f+ck it ‘cause i’m rich (go)
ass got me hypnotized, she must be a witch (yah)
i ain’t finna die with no regrets, b+tch, a hundred dollar zip
how the f+ck you smoking that? that’s a problem
b+tch, i’m burning tires in this vet, all these tires cost a check
i ain’t worried ‘bout it though, b+tch i got ‘em
[chorus]
watch me do my dance in this b+tch, yeah
perky and a xan for the mix, yeah
you know i’ma stand on my sh+t, yeah
play my song, know some hands goin’ in the air
slidin’ in a tesla, he ain’t hear us comin’
you know that i’m next up, soon, this sh+t, i’ll run it
sittin’ in my room, i turned nothin’ into somethin’
y’all ain’t talkin’ sh+t now that i f+ckin’ done it (yeah, yeah)



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