Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Charge Up , by - Louie RayRelease date: 19.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Charge Up |
| What I just say? |
| (It's a Wayne beat) |
| Ah, fuck |
| Alright |
| I charge, ah |
| I charge up in this bitch like I’m Goku |
| I don’t need a box for a TV, this a Roku |
| I got these motherfuckers sick like some old food |
| Ah |
| Auntie in the kitchen cookin', smell like soul food |
| I put my whole fuckin' life on Pro Tools |
| Louie said he want all fifties, he don’t want blues |
| Grindin', ain’t ate shit all day, I don’t want food |
| Ah, let me charge up |
| Huah |
| I’ma display in first class, put the cars up |
| This a coffee cup, but it did not come from Starbucks |
| Seen my bitch ridin' with a nigga, shot the car up |
| Told E split the Xanny with me, chop the bar up |
| I don’t say pour lean no more, Wock' the 'Hardt up |
| My son know how to load the gun, he a smart fuck |
| Let him leave with the strap, he shot the park up |
| Before I learn to cut a piece of cake, I chop hard up |
| Before I drink some Activis that’s fake, I’ll pour Par up |
| Ah, Jay, I’m charged up too |
| Seen an opp at Summerfield, that’s a shot-up school |
| Drunk an eight of Wock' straight, it look like I shot up food |
| Dropped dog gettin' in his car, house got shot up too |
| They asked me who smoked dog, I ain’t got a clue |
| Oh, your daddy do dog? |
| I kinda knew |
| Teach me 'bout the EDD shit, bro, I’m kinda new |
| Let E smell the weed 'fore I buy, he a connoisseur |
| Baby mama put me on child support, I countersue her |
| Wayne tried to mix the song when we was done and we got into it |
| Smart as fuck, but when I get caught up, I’m kinda stupid |
| Bitch, you got ass shots, that is not your booty |
| Fucked twelve hoes raw this week, I think I got the cooties |
| Told Jay he can’t drop a chain if it’s not a coochie |
| A red nigga drunk with dreads in his head, I’m not with Poody |
| You ain’t never heard a nigga say he shot at Louie |
| I can’t pay a nigga to kill for me, bro, I gotta do it |
| They wonder how I made a half a mil', I dropped a lot of music |
| Take the Draco to the booth and drop chopper music |
| I ain’t poured no lean, I cracked the pint open and poured pop into it |
| Alright |
| I be fuckin' so much, I’m prostitutin' |
| How many fiends in your city? |
| 'Cause mine’s polluted |
| Cracked the seal and let the weed stank, ain’t nobody pooted |
| I be sellin' pills you can pop, couple niggas oodle |
| You can’t even stand on your own like your legs noodle |
| I be poppin' up in hoes' mouth, nigga, and Google |
| I can get you eggroll fried, nigga, and woodle |
| I told myself don’t let myself get ahead of myself |
| Chain sittin' on the dresser, the heat in the bed |
| Go to war with niggas' hood, I’m paintin' it red |
| Zo be sellin' five packs at time, that was eighty a head (Nigga) |
| I had to hate the nigga, put eight in his head |
| Pourin' out half of the pop to put eight in the rest |
| Bro noddin' out sittin' up, he breakin' his neck |
| I be always doin' real shit like breakin' a check (Come on) |
| I ain’t ask you phone for a bitch, she expectin' a text |
| Sellin' dope out the |
| Sellin' dope out the glass jar, left an eight in the 'Rex |
| Told bro grab a Backwood, put an eighthy that |
| My fiend keep beggin' for a front, he makin' me mad |
| My one girl bought pills back to back, she makin' me laugh |
| Back when that’s my whole motherfuckin' life, I was a clown in the class |
| Damn, I mean class clown |
| Niggas know they’ll get beat the fuck up, they put them straps down |
| Put my fiend in a headlock on Thursday night, but this ain’t Smackdown |
| I was out the way for a minute, but I’m back now |