They lyrics

Artist  : Charli Baltimore 
Song : They



 Send "They" Ringtone to your Cell 

 







  
 
 
 
 
 
 
  








* send corrections to the typist



[Intro]

Yea

Jealous niggaz and bitches

Yea

This for y'all

Uh uh



[Verse 1]

So many of us, envy us

Enough to just make a fly bitch bust with
disgust

No homo, sick of how they pick me playin this
chick

And clam I copped my phat shit from playin a
trick

And my outside appearance gotta stay straight

The first opportunity to seal my fate

Even well off they say I feel off

If they catch me rockless

Automatically assume I'm stopless

Bounty's on my head for info

Gossipers turn philosophers lie

My whole life is so strife

So I write to escape my memories

I got a sudden right to escape my enemies

Without rap I'd probably be a talk show guest

Topics on my boyfriends and choppin less

I guess my life interreges for haters when it's
fucked up

Copped a Navigator then what?  Guess I suck
nuts

My luck up, I'm stuck up

When I'm down they feedin off a bitch

Parasitin, so I'm writin this song for them

Light skin Type Slim

Think I had shit easy?

So you wanna talk greasy?

Please be judgmental after the facts

Yall pouters get to live my life on this
track

This goes out to all y'all jealous niggaz and
bitches

FUCK Y'ALL!



[Chorus]

They dream they have all the things I did

So I drop these words inspired by Big

Only love those who love you too

Only trust those who trust you too

Only hate those who hate you too

And never ever ever be a fool

And never ever ever be a fool

And never ever ever be a fool



[Verse 2]

At 15 received ass kickins from niggaz

At 18 cats was ass stickin my niggaz

I figure I never had a chance for peace

22 mom of two so the stress increased

At 24 four people I love diseased

In less then a year my life sweet from were?

Fear my tears

Cause they'll say its a break down

I take down the pain with Hennesy

But enemies shoot it up they veins high

Make lives tumors in other brains

I remain Tiffany Lane

No doubt tryna sort out

Fake friends fake men's

Stressed to fuck

They curious bout Notorious?

"Glorious Day" like Springstein

When I bring dreams alive

Hatin can survive success

It turns to envy

And men be worse then bitches

Mad when I surpass their riches

But I hustle like niggaz do

Cold nights to own Nikes and Polo

But to own rights and hold mic's for Dolo

I know hoes who suck dicks

And niggaz alike

Just to say that they got me high

But despite all y'all and for y'all cause I ball
y'all

I never fall y'all I still fight all y'all

Yall got balls after you hear this to ever talk
slick

Knowin half y'all jealous hoes go slit y'all
wrists



[Chorus 3x's (fade)]