Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Charlie Sheen, artist - Kutt Calhoun. Album song Red-Headed Stepchild, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.08.2011
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Charlie Sheen |
I be doing too much, like all the time |
Staying fucked up, like all the time |
Drink in my cup, like all the time |
On my Charlie Sheen |
Keep a pocket full of doe, like all the time |
Draped out clothes, like all the time |
Going hard on these hoes, like all the time |
On my Charlie Sheen |
Say man, just who the fuck is you supposed to be? |
And why the fuck is what I’m doing got you sweating me? |
I’m in the club, smoking, drinking, and being wild, man |
Loud and turnt up |
Here we go, I’m on my Charlie Sheen |
And I’m a fool with it, breaking all the rules with it |
Tear up some shit, and be the first to say you did it |
Being out of line most of the time, but I’m so cool with it |
Damb fool with it |
Tell them people «Big Scoob did it» |
They say I got a drinking problem, «Kutty, slow it down» |
You don’t recall anything that happen, cause you sober now |
Got inavation, drop the dirty still drinkin and poppin pills |
Living like no tomorrow, I got my own life |
Drinking is manditory |
Bitch, I’m a rockstar, it’s self explanitory |
Stay in a hoe’s wallet, my dick will do it for me |
I call it sweet living, this what they tell you, boy |
I be doing too much, like all the time |
Staying fucked up, like all the time |
Drink in my cup, like all the time |
On my Charlie Sheen |
Keep a pocket full of doe, like all the time |
Draped out clothes, like all the time |
Going hard on these hoes, like all the time |
On my Charlie Sheen |
Been out here winning, not with this rapping, but with this trapping |
Since the beginning, before rapping, I been pushing packets |
But now it’s fantastic, pussys clappin |
Now they miss me flappin |
But still a savage, needed cabbage, so I came back to rapping |
I’m just the opisit, Charlie Sheen, he’s a feend |
But I’m a pusher, so I’m back to pushing gutter dreams |
Whipping that butter cream, chop it, knock it, push the beam |
The greatest ever seen, give it time, watch the skeme |
I know you sleeping, but I’m waking up your whole gang |
I keep on creeping, sneaking, I’ll blow out your brain |
Nothing but soldier game, tell your boy I sold your flame |
The shit I overcame, knumbs a nigga, Novacane |
He with me, steals with me |
But I’m really friendly |
If liquor’s in me, then it’s different, then I’m really silly |
Release the Tiger Bloods, sick the goons in the cut |
Big Scoob is winning, trending topic now, nigga what |
I be doing too much, like all the time |
Staying fucked up, like all the time |
Drink in my cup, like all the time |
On my Charlie Sheen |
Keep a pocket full of doe, like all the time |
Draped out clothes, like all the time |
Going hard on these hoes, like all the time |
On my Charlie Sheen |