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Shoutout PLB and Dan for this goated beat

@shoutoutcharlie / @biggiecheesepuff

BNB ft. Charlie! (Prod. PLB X Okay Dxn)

out on all platforms!

produced and mastered by @robridd

Poland (prod. robridd)

Larry Bird (prod. mayze + isaac)

Double Dutch

October (prod. robridd)

produced by @prodmayze
mixed and mastered by me
cover art by me

SPOTIFY LINK ⬇️
https://open.spotify.com/track/5aUoNjHOufmkXB6iCZXwkL?si=977e7b3c31a24eee

[Chorus]

Pull up smell like ganja at the spot
Hoes up in my whip yeah you can tell that they do squats
If you talk on mayze then you know charlie! get you squashed
If you talkin' paper then you know I need a lot, lot, yeah, yeah

I came in with fifty
He said "wanna match" I said "I can't" cause yo weed shitty
I was smoking top shelf, you aint that's a pity!
I'm up to some crazy shit I feel like fucking Diddy
Wait I'm kidding, I'm not
Cause I aint got no fucking cameras set up at my spot
Parties I be throwing they go crazy I can't lie though
We all catch a vibe bro
Everyday might be yo fucking last that's the motto, yeah

[Bridge]

Watch, charlie! pulling up in that new whip
Got, hoes up in the back they wanna smoke, and watch me
Do some fucking donuts in this road, I know yeah
Do some fuckin', lets go!

[Verse]

She aint tryna talk about the money that she spending
Know you got some money but I know you aint gon' spend it
Had to cut her off baby what were you expecting?
I might just say "fuck it" in this beamer driving reckless
Two-hundred racks what I spent on my neckless
Two-hundred flat for the Rolce just to sell it
Everything you do is what you're told bro you're selfless
(yeah you selfless, yeah, lets go)

Five shots deep got me woozy
Brodie I could run your fade aint no Boosie
I know you aint gettin' play you look fruity
The bitches you fuck with they smell like sushi, on god
Ridin' round the city hella birds they tryna chirp at me
The way I cut up traffic you would think I can do surgery
charlie! speak the truth no he aint never doin' perjury
Screamin' when they see me so I'm knowing that they heard of me

[Chorus]

Pull up smell like ganja at the spot
Hoes up in my whip yeah you can tell that they do squats
If you talk on mayze then you know charlie! get you squashed
If you talkin' paper then you know I need a lot, lot, yeah, yeah

I came in with fifty
He said "wanna match" I said "I can't" cause yo weed shitty
I was smoking top shelf, you aint that's a pity!
I'm up to some crazy shit I feel like fucking Diddy
Wait I'm kidding, I'm not
Cause I aint got no fucking cameras set up at my spot
Parties I be throwing they go crazy I can't lie though
We all catch a vibe bro
Everyday might be yo fucking last that's the motto, yeah

Top Shelf (prod. mayze)

Pope (prod. Ok!Jho)

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dropping February 7th... (pre save above)
YT - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r_3Ba1fqJsM

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Pink Whitney (feat. Mills)

allplats friday..thank u for ur patience w me, album next month🪖

A MILLION (prod 1jackpott x rocco roy)

produced by @eaudiodrug (drugwaygoat)
mixed and mastered by me
cover art by @yungkoza

[Chorus]

Bitch I'm pushing weight, I aint even in the gym
Buzzin' in the crib and I aint even take a Zyn
Waitlist on the club I promise charlie! gon' get in
Speakers bumping charlie! and they singing all my shit
I pull up 2k that's on the mother fucking kicks
She say she stay in Atlanta she a greedy fucking bitch
I'm gon' pull up in that wraith, 5 percent that's on the tint
All my brothers in the stu know that's my kin they represent

[Verse]

Watch out for me I might pull up quick
I got 30 on this belt, I put 30 in this clip
I'm gon' pull up with that broomstick looking for the golden snitch
To these labels make demands boy I know that I'm the shit
My garage like GTA, so much money in my bank
You would think that I got money dropped boy aint no fucking way
I would think that you had motion but your IG, shit was fake
Bitch I'm grinding everyday, it's my motherfucking fate

I came with a coat it cost a hundred
Pulled up with a zip or two, lil bro you came with nothing
Post up in my city I'm the goat lil bitch I run it
Online you was talking brodie, why the fuck you running?
Kick her out the crib like 4th and 20 she got punted
I know that she's jealous cause these racks that I been thumbing through
If you talk on Drug you know your life might turn to nothing
I aint talkin' Fortnite in yo bitches box I'm pumping 200, yeah

[Chorus]

Bitch I'm pushing weight, I aint even in the gym
Buzzin' in the crib and I aint even take a Zyn
Waitlist on the club I promise charlie! gon' get in
Speakers bumping charlie! and they singing all my shit
I pull up 2k that's on the mother fucking kicks
She say she stay in Atlanta she a greedy fucking bitch
I'm gon' pull up in that wraith, 5 percent that's on the tint
All my brothers in the stu know that's my kin they represent

Money Drop (prod. drugwaygoat)

produced by mayze
mixed and mastered by me

luv u guys, lyrics below ↓

[Chorus]

Watch me do my dance in this bitch, yeah
Perky and a xan for the mix, yeah
You know ima stand on my shit, yeah
Play my song know some hands going in the air
Sliding in a Tesla, he aint hear us coming
You know that I'm next up soon this shit I'll run it
Sitting in my room, I turned nothing into something
Yall aint talking shit now that I fucking done it

[Bridge]

Light up in the night the smoke is going to the moon
Aint nobody else is finna tell me what to do
Aint no disrespect but yo shit really wasn't cool bro
He played me his song and shit I almost left the room

[Verse]

Crashing out like Ye after the Grammys
Puffing on a J, I aint talkin' Spammie
Yall be hearing laurel, I be hearing yanny
Fuck bout what they say, they can't understand me
I got two hoes, both them down to fuck on god
New-new Rolce bitch I'm burning rubber out the lot
Two-two hoes both them down to fuck on god
New-new whip bitch I'm burning rubber like a lot
Puffing on exotic got me feeling like the shit
Posted up wit' Robbie in this bitch you know we lit
Im gon' throw the roach away, fuck it cause I'm rich
Ass got me hypnotized she must be a witch
I aint finna die with no regrets, bitch a hundred dollar zip
How the fuck you smoking that? That's a problem
Bitch I'm burning tires in this vet, all these tires cost a check
I aint worried bout it though, bitch I got em'

[Chorus]

Watch me do my dance in this bitch, yeah
Perky and a xan for the mix, yeah
You know ima stand on my shit, yeah
Play my song know some hands going in the air
Sliding in a Tesla, he aint hear us coming
You know that I'm next up soon this shit I'll run it
Sitting in my room, I turned nothing into something
Yall aint talking shit now that I fucking done it

October (prod. robridd)

charlie!

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