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pigpen (rapper) - charlie cooper (bmf remix) lyrics

[hook]
i got a fat b-tch named charlie cooper
she got a d-ck up in her p–per
we chill as f-ck, we’re bangin juicy
we ill as f-ck, we’re gary busey
i’m making money, i’m k!lling sl-ts
i’m having s-x, i’m caligula
i got a b-tch, she got a d-ck
she pre-op, charlie cooper

[verse 1: pigpen]
d-ck n c-ck, chicken stock, blow me b-tch, i’m frickin hot
d-ck n c-ck, chicken stock, blow me b-tch, i’m frickin hot
i’m getting drunk, smokin blunts, performin capers
i can sell anything, i’m donald draper
i’m f-ckin crazy, i’m katie holmes
i’m from the 80s, i’m ralph nader’s bones
i’m ballin n-gga, call me ubolnik
stallin liver, communist alcoholic
i’m poppin irons like texas schoolkids man
i’m droppin science like the texas school system
no license to conceal weapons so i have my gat
danglin off of the end of my cellphone strap, what?!

[hook]

[verse 2: lil c]
l-i-l-c (aha)
l-i-l-c, they call me…
l-i-l-c (aha)
l-i-l-c, d-mn
yo i’m with f-ckin pigpen, yeah we in the uk
lookin at big ben, time is money f-ck that
we just wanna smoke and get high, h-lla fly
you know how we roll, bring it back, bring it back
we in h-a-w-a-i-i, travelin the world
lookin for your favorite girl, yeah we comin for that b-tch
yeah we comin for that b-tch, yeah we comin for that b-tch
yeah we comin for that b-tch, yeah we comin for that b-tch
yeah you know how we roll (aha) we so f-ckin sharp
now he’s the devil, i’m the angel let me play my harp
so opposites attract, we on the track and we bring it back
we about to be on the dirtiest flow and y’know
pigpen and lil c like attics
yeah we staying to the top like anne frank, what the f-ck you think?
i won’t bring a tank, motherf-cker? like a sharper shank (aha, aha)

[verse 3: pigpen]
there’s no i in recession, no c in recession
no i in recession, but there’s bodies on my weapon
stalin liver, order the 227
got my piece from the hands of charlton heston
molon labe, make my day
cased god in the buildin (aha)
just picture pigpen in a pork pie hat
i’m heisenburg n-gga, i break you bad
got cocaine white as ralph nader
got heroin black as darth vader
got nader’s arm strapped up tight
pullin the plunger, lookin like the white stripes
while i count cash (uhn)
puffin on that sp-ce age neil degr-sse
me and c out in istanbul in a dirigble
bangin some mystikal, gettin metaphysical
we f-ck up the car, sprayin models
b-tches in the bar, bjs from bottles
i can fit 20 heads in the trunk of my porsche
i’m in my bed between the legs of my horse
for intercourse of course, the f-ck do i care?
and she pre-op, gelding-to-mare

[verse 4: pigpen] (aha)
k!ll yourself n-gga, suicide watch
i’m k!llin that p-ssy, homicide crotch
sharpshooter, from the hip, dead eye
like lisa lopes and thom yorke’s left eye
(uhn) you givin up coin when i sn-tch you
make you look like those j-panese cat statues
i’m on the can with a can of cake frosting
can’t rap without pausing, being the boss is exhausting
(uhn) my p-n-s is my member (schwag)
your p-ssy is a community center (aha)
man that’s so f-ckin apropos
wait that words too big, i’m rappin ho!

[hook]

(schwag)

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