Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Charge, artist - Yung Bans. Album song Yung Bans, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Foundation
Song language: English
Charge |
Look, I’m on house arrest so I get charged, ayy |
Bitches basic, can’t think out the marg', ayy |
I’m so high that I feel like a Martian |
Geeked up, booted up, off them bars, bitch, ayy |
Look at how my chain swang, 1OF1 the gang gang (Gang) |
When I’m with my side bitch, treat her like my main thang |
Know you niggas pussy, know you sweet like some candy canes |
I just left the show with his he, 'bout to run a train |
Pants Dolce, but ain’t shit sweet (Hell nah) |
Larry get the okay and he pull up with the treats (The good drugs) |
Go and throw cake, but please don’t speak (Nah) |
The only sound I’m tryna hear is when she on her knees (Suck it up) |
And you know I got to charge, 'cause I can’t do shit for free (Nah) |
Runnin' up the check, collectin' every fee (Count it up) |
Heard some dirt I did, but you ain’t heard of me (Uh-huh) |
We got horses, we gon' charge, bitch this ain’t no burglary |
Jewelry shine like knights in armor, we gon' charge (Charge) |
I just reached into the bowl, that lick was large (Okay) |
When it come to workin', we gon' charge (We gon' charge) |
You got real low power, need to charge (Charge, charge) |
Jewelry shine like knights in armor, we gon' charge (Charge, charge, charge) |
I just played that pussy boy like a guitar (Okay) |
When it come to workin', we gon' charge (Charge) |
Gone in a minute, ain’t no charge (No way) |
Turn that boy to nothin', he ain’t nothin' but a waste (Pussy) |
Heat seekin', bitch, I keep that heat up on my waist (Heat seekin') |
Beatin' down doors, so I had to beat the case (Beat it down) |
If it ain’t blue faces then get the fuck up out my face (Hundreds) |
I’m with Yung Bans, countin' young bands |
Dirty in my styrofoam, feel like Dirty Dan (Sippin' mud) |
You do what you can, I do what I want |
Pull up if you want the smoke, bet you fuckin' won’t (Pew, pew, pew) |