Ice
Charli Baltimore Song Lyrics

Uhh niggaUhm, yeah(Do you wanna (repeat through song))(Charli Baltimore) (Mase)Yo, yo, yoSee I hold my head, hoes wanna 'spite meMad, I got the Jag' but they the wifeyIcey, is what my merchandise beKnow I'ma star, so they over-price meCharli B'More be twice you bitchTell you got no style by the Ice you pickStep into my cold area, polar bear wearWhite minking, white Lincoln, now what you thinkingWhat? Too much Ice got you blinking?Meanwhile, Mickey sinking, what you drinkingWest Philly, bad bitch, dress reallyAin't met a nigga with enough dough to sex reallySeen everything, from king's to heavy hatersCherry gators, Tahoe in every flavorRhymes I wrote (9's I tote 'em)And times I hold 'emI even put 9's in niggas quotasWhatYeahWhatYeahWhat whatYea what whatTurn me up, thoughTurn me up(Mase)Yo, yo, now if you don't stopThen we won't stopIf you want the bottom, then I'll be on topI ain't never met a bitch that ain't ever suck a cockSo if you gotta proof, I gotta have a drop, bi-atch!(Charli)If you know B'More, then you know this songI'ma rip any shit, niggas throw me onWhile I'm reachin' mine, I ain't known you that longFuck around, nigga, wiggle more then your rollie goneRing tooGet that nigga cream tooHit him bout once or twice, dream come true(Mase)I'll give you more then a six, mansion on the beachChanel flip flop's, satin all on ya feetLiguini for brunch, or spice and your heatSo a bitch like you, can't check me from the street(Charli)I'm not a girl who'll dream about living with MaseAll I wanna do is get his cake, and sit on his faceWhat what whatYeah yeah yeahYeah yeah yeahYeah yeah yeah(Mase)Yeah, what what what, what the fuck, ughh, yoWhat they think, cause be Mase young, Mase be dumb They get Mase strung, there'll be no prenumBut ever since Blood die, my life changeOut the blue, I'm they boo, that's quite strangeNow ya nice thangs, way out the price rangeHalf these girls, don't even know my right nameThough I got Rollie, mink made of coyoteLove a ghetto hoe, I know she die for meYou got me confused, see Cam the freakMase never the cat, bring sand to the beachShow some that the average show-hand couldn't reachLiving expenses, 50 grand a weekYou know me, I V-O-T, low keyPlatinum rollie, smoke a O-ZBaby face nigga, without no goatee2 point 8, about to blow 3HuhWhat the fuckWhat the fuckYeah yeah yeahWhat what whatYeah yeah yeahWhat what whatYeah yeah yeahWhat what whatUhWhat the fuckDon't stopWhat the fuckWe won't stopHarlem-Philly'sStill bless ya foreverMase blessed forever