Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Charge It, artist - tookie
Date of issue: 19.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Charge It |
Charge it, charge it |
Jump in the ring and restart it |
Don’t alarm him |
P-p-pass it |
I ain’t talkin' gun, just smoke him |
Wodie roll up, load and bark it |
Switch that basket, rarted, rarted |
Spill that juice like cartridge |
I ain’t beggin' no pardon |
She seen the Get Back Gang-Gang |
Forget their man |
Pree bare badman |
Now they wan' shake their titties and arses |
Free G Rip, darn it, darn it |
My brudda, my dargy |
Hunny, we don’t do no dancin' |
Party, don’t get your head back clarted |
OT, play with coke like Cola |
Send that over, the cats go loca |
I’m tryna make a flip like Motorola |
Fifteen sittin' on me on that sofa |
Hol' up, hol' up |
He got dipped, another one got roll up, roll up |
Tryna make cream like soda |
Bro-bro caught him another bird like vulture |
Bare of them just seem to talk |
And in the field they ain’t been seen at all |
Mek this one lead that walk |
She said, «Took, she don’t seem to talk» |
I don’t need to talk |
Homegirl just lead that walk |
Before playin' with knives, had to clean my food |
Yeah, the critters big man, you think you fool us? |
Swing that sword |
Gang-gang let it clap like a round of applause |
Cash galore, wap galore, splash galore |
Come this way nigga, are you sure? |
Couple paigon packs billed, we want more |
More and more, oh lord, oh lord, oh lord |
I know them man see it, pree it |
Me though, I wouldn’t wanna be it |
Jump out rides like 'who's that? G him' |
Pree it, it’s no one, spill it and flee it |
All that fake shit, trust me, I see it |
Red light, man green it |
Bro just spot them man and beat it |
She fell in love with moshy |
But the jugger fell in love with dip |
Cool down, just humble it |
Then we won’t have to trouble it |
Splash that down like I’m lovin' it |
Like I ain’t had enough of it |
Hold it up and then cuddle it |
They tried take man’s ting, we let 'em run with it |
Bro squeeze that out like a baby teethin' |
Hands on the iron, tryna get sixteen in |
Squeezin', squeezin, low-low schemin' |
They gotta learn, we gotta fuckin' teach 'em |
Just give me a reason |
Grippin', more than t-shirt teefin' |
She heard about the demons-demons |
Now she wan' off panty, start jeetin' |
Block, delete it |
Mop, clean it |
They better have hope like Dealers |
Not the realest cah they don’t conceal it |
For any of my woes I’ma step immediate |
Leave him leakin' |
We don’t play even-stevens |
Charge it, charge it |
Jump in the ring and restart it |
Don’t alarm him |
P-p-pass it |
I ain’t talkin' gun, just smoke him |
Wodie roll up, load and bark it |
Switch that basket, rarted, rarted |
Spill that juice like cartridge |
I ain’t beggin' no pardon |
She seen the Get Back Gang-Gang |
Forget their man |
Pree bare badman |
Now they wan' shake their titties and arses |
Free G Rip, darn it, darn it |
My brudda, my dargy |
Hunny, we don’t do no dancin' |
Party, don’t get your head back clarted |